Svadba (2026) Movie Script
TRANSLATION AND SUBTITLES: mkdsubs and Cv3
LONDON
What does it say?
-Three minutes.
Put some music on.
Don't watch the clock. Just let something play.
Which song would you like? -Any,
as long as it's three minutes.
Play any song
that lasts three minutes.
Put that behind,
I don't want to look at it.
FAZLIJA, HELICOPTER.
What's this?
Fazlija.
Darling...
I want to tell you,
whatever happens, I'm here for you.
What are you talking about?
Of course you're here, where else would you be?
Why are you even saying that, Nebojsa?
-That's what you're supposed to say. That's...
I read
you're supposed to say that when...
I just want to say,
that the test result
doesn't change anything between us.
So what if you're pregnant?
Well we won't...
We're getting married.
WEDDING
FIVE MONTHS LATER
ZAGREB
Boss, please, behave
normally at the meeting.
When have I not behaved?
-Never.
Boss, we have a problem.
The Austrians are here. Unannounced.
Austrians?
-I don't know, boss. Nobody told me anything.
They've been waiting in the office
for half an hour already.
Boss, did you eat sweets?
-Not me, Budimir did.
No...
Boss, please,
behave normally.
It's fine.
Once more, behave normally.
The Austrians are coming.
Please, no swearing.
-Go to hel...
Mr. Loncaric, according to our calculations
your debt is already greater than...
Fine. Let's not talk numbers,
so as not to bore
the gentlemen of the board.
Surely we can find
some kind of solution.
Boss, what if we contact...
Who?
-You know. -I don't know.
Mr. Loncaric,
we've already contacted the Prime Minister.
Mr. Miller.
Hello, Milenko.
How are you, old friend?
I hope your health is holding up,
that you're watching your sugar.
Greet Marija
and the little one in London, the...
What was her name...
Ana. Yes, yes.
And you greet your
Jasminka and everyone at home, the kids.
This is an old recording.
I'm joking, I know it's a recording.
Listen, Milenko, you're screwed.
Pay the Austrians,
however you know how.
Cheers.
Budimir, screw them
with those documents of ours.
It's clear
there's been a misunderstanding.
We have the annual reports,
which clearly show,
that the company "CroMax"
is operating at a profit.
Mr. Budimir,
we have your real reports.
You're in debt.
Mr. Loncaric, 90 days.
Goodbye.
-Goodbye.
All the best, Milenko.
From the wife, the grandma...
Why aren't you happy at all?
-I'm going to end up in prison.
Son-in-law, may you live to be 100.
Milenko, come on.
Make a wish.
Blow.
-Budimir, you blow.
There. Listen.
Dear citizens,
dear voters,
today is a great day for our country.
We're finally shaking hands
with the underground railway.
I like this handshake bit.
With the train that will take you
toward a bright future.
Metro Serbia.
Fast, safe, with stops for everyone.
Thank you for believing in us.
Together
we'll ride toward a better Serbia.
Bravo, Gaga.
Did you write this yourself?
No, boss. This is from ChatGPT.
-ChatGPT's doing well.
Where's the Redbeard figurine?
-What?
What, what?
Redbeard, Gaga. Redbeard.
The pirate who became an admiral.
I've explained it a hundred times. Barbarossa.
Boss, we'll sort it out.
This is approved, right?
I'll send it, it's approved.
And you have to learn it by tomorrow.
No reading. -I'll learn it.
Make sure things
start before the elections.
What things?
For them to start digging for the metro.
No way.
How not? -How do we start
when we have no money? From where?
Didn't the French approve the loan?
Yes, but the Croats
in the European Parliament blocked it.
You know it yourselves.
Croats. Always messing something up.
Do you know the difference between
the metro and sex?
The metro
definitely comes at least once a day.
I'm going to choke.
What is it?
Not funny? It's very funny.
Dear.
Here. Get your mouth dirty.
-Vuk. -Yes?
Where are you, love?
-We're working, dear.
Baby, excellent cake.
-Thanks, grandma made it.
Let me hear it once more.
Metro Serbia. That sounds good.
-Wait, wait.
Starting again?
-Yes, yes, of course.
Digging, digging.
I'm excited again
like it's the first time.
Will you make me
a stop in front of the house?
I'll even build you
an airport by the pool.
As Minister of Foreign Affairs
I only offer fast solutions.
That's good. Fast solutions
and truth. That's our weapon.
Write that down.
-Everyone!
Vuk ate all the cakes!
I saw him.
I saw him, my son...
-You have sugar. -Mama's heart.
Just a little.
-A kilo of sugar. -Just one piece.
I won't die from one piece.
-Mama's happy. -Tell me if you ate it.
Your son is asking for you.
-Grandma's darling.
No, the one from London.
-He's grandma's second darling.
Put it on video. Like this.
Damn it, Milenko.
It says here that we owe...
Yes, do we have some
sugar cake?
Fine, let's pretend
everything's normal.
Eat the cake. Ana's calling.
Director.
Hey!
Anica, my little Knin queen.
Hey, mom.
Don't call me that, please.
Is dad there?
-Yes, I'm here, little mouse.
How are you?
We have walnut and spinach cake.
It's excellent.
Budimir can
fly it to you in half an hour.
Mom, don't send me
food by plane anymore, I'm fine.
Happy birthday, dad.
Thanks, dear. A kiss.
You don't deserve such a daughter.
-Are you enjoying yourselves? Celebrating?
Cheerful.
Of course we're celebrating.
Shame I'm not with you.
When are you coming, dear?
Are your classes over?
Not yet, but I'm coming soon, yes...
I have news. Can you turn off the music?
I can barely hear you.
What news, dear?
Good. Yes, good news.
That's what we need. We're listening.
Alright. Mom, dad.
Best to just say it right away.
I'm pregnant.
Straight to the point.
In London?
-Yes, mom. I'm pregnant in London.
No... Mom's thinking.
You conceived in London?
Yes, dad, I conceived in London.
With whom?
Grandma, are you alright?
I'm not, dear.
My knee's been
acting up since Easter.
Dear,
who's the father of your conception?
Do you know who the father is?
Say you know.
Of course I know,
how could you ask me such a thing?
We're together. We're in a relationship.
-And?
He's not black, is he?
-No, he's not black. -Thank God.
So, is he one of ours?
-Yes. Let's say so.
Brother, the signal's back.
I can hear you.
I didn't catch that.
What month is it?
What?
-What month is it?
She's in her seventh now.
I'm happy and dad is happy,
but this is... -I'm happy.
I think.
-Everything will be fine.
Really. We're kind of...
We're in love. We love each other.
-They love each other.
How long have you been in love?
-Quiet, Gaga.
How long have you been in love,
son?
Two years already.
Yes, since I've been here.
Is she English?
-No, she's not.
No, she's not, brother.
She's one of ours. From our region. Ana.
Her name is Ana.
-Ana. -Ana.
Sounds nice to me.
-Yes.
It would be either way,
but it's nice that she's one of ours.
It's nice that she's one of ours.
Very nice that she's one of ours.
Same faith? -My God,
what stupid questions are these?
What's she saying?
-Whether it's the same faith.
No, it's not. -It's not...
-How is it not, damn it?
How is it not, son?
-She's baptized. -I don't understand.
Baptized.
-Ana is...
Ana is... Croatian.
What's she saying?
Nebojsa?
-Surname? -Dimitrijevic.
Serbian?
-Go to hel...
Ana, is that Nebojsa Dimitrijevic,
the son of the Foreign Minister?
Yes.
Grandma fainted.
Is that the daughter of the owner of "CroMax"?
-Who's that?
He's an Ustasha.
Nebojsa...
Let me see.
-Is that him?
That's him, yes.
Him.
Boss, I've been thinking a bit.
Maybe all this isn't so bad.
What? That I'll go bankrupt soon
or that my daughter
will give birth to a little Milosevic?
Stop, for your grandma's sake.
Holy Mother, help.
-Come on. -I can't.
Maybe it'll be a girl.
Mama's boy.
Whom she sent to London,
because that's great for politics.
I didn't send the other one
and look how he turned out.
What's wrong with him?
-What's wrong with him? What?
Nothing's wrong with him.
When will we see these Ustashas?
Never. Fine.
-Never, mom.
Fine!
-Boss, one moment, please.
I was just playing around.
I know it looks very bad right now,
but I think
we could turn this to our advantage.
How do I turn an Ustasha
daughter-in-law to my advantage? Gaga...
An eastward expansion would save us.
-Yes. Let's flee to Bosnia.
I knew you'd bring that up,
Milenko. You promised you wouldn't.
No, expand into Serbia.
The Croats blocked our financing
and lending, right? -And?
Everyone knows you don't get into Serbia
without political connections.
Our future son-in-law
could help us a lot with that.
This Loncaric's best man...
-Whose?
Ana's father,
your friend.
His father, who's about to become Ana's grandfather-in-law
and your friend.
That Domagoj,
in the European Parliament is in charge
of financing projects outside the EU,
which means he directly affects
our metro.
No way.
Gaga.
-Going right away.
We must go to Zagreb.
-We must go to Belgrade.
I'm not sure.
The Prime Minister would drop me.
I don't know if you noticed,
but the Prime Minister already cut us off.
I don't know. I can't.
The opposition will crucify me.
Imagine
the company going bankrupt.
15,000 people
would be out of work.
If we don't get European money,
we'll be the opposition.
The left-wing media will lynch us.
-Screw them.
I'm going to get a grandson from my grandson!
-Vuk, your mother's drinking again!
No.
I am "CroMax",
a native Croatian product.
We'll become
an Austrian product, boss.
Why don't you understand?
None of that will exist anymore.
No skiing,
Bali, planes, yachts,
no safaris with celebrities.
Boss, don't...
No way.
I know what I said,
but unfortunately, that's how it is. I can't.
Talk soon.
I knew it exactly.
You told her to study,
and now look.
Me?
-You. -Who sent her to London?
Me, because that's the best place to study,
and you told her to study.
She could've gone to Zagreb.
It's not my fault
she mixed studying with screwing.
Enough!
-You were screwed!
We love each other.
Isn't that the most important thing?
It's best I leave.
-Wait. Dive, swim.
Now we have to save
whatever can be saved.
We'll get in touch
with these people of yours, from this guy of yours.
And you'll get married.
-We'll organize something small.
Far away, quiet. -That's all
we can afford. -Excuse me?
We're in a critical period, dear.
Don't burden yourself with that.
The best man has
a resort above Crikvenica.
Not even Bosnians go there anymore.
We'll have discretion.
I'm not at all sure
that we want...
I haven't even thought about a best man.
-We've been thinking about it.
We were thinking about Budimir.
-Budimir is perfectly fine.
We'll get in touch with the groom's people...
The groo...
The groom's.
-Damn it.
We'll get in touch with these Serbs
and sort everything out.
Not in the water.
Considering that "CroMax"
and our Ana are in a delicate condition,
a modest wedding
is a perfectly logical move.
That's very romantic.
-More concretely, Budimir. More concretely.
The groom and guests will be here soon.
They're staying in the eastern part
of the hotel, in the annex.
Screw them. It's not bad there,
closer to the sea. -Yes.
No photographer, phones
are forbidden. No pictures.
Grandma will take photos.
-But only of ours. -Quiet.
We informed the registrar
of the appointment.
Ana, a question about the food.
How many guests from Serbia are vegan?
I'm fine.
I'll check who's vegan.
I'm going to the bathroom.
Keep these Serbs away from us.
Everything costs five euros.
Understood?
I don't want the wedding found out,
and even less do I want to spend,
when we owe everyone.
I have to hide my only daughter
and marry her off in some backwater.
Marija, you know well the board
froze all my accounts. Do you know that?
We're surviving on four million
euros from grandma's account.
How much?
-Marija... -Quiet, grandma.
Do you know what my family
will say for not inviting them?
We can't go back to Herzegovina anymore.
Couldn't care less.
You'll still need Matej Bulic.
I only needed him for one thing,
this wedding. Now I don't need him anymore.
If I ever marry again,
Thompson will sing at the wedding.
Yes, with what money?
-Not with mine.
Boss, the Serbs have arrived.
-Screw...
I have to go to the bathroom.
Boss, diplomatically, please.
I know they're Serbs, but he's a minister.
And what are we? Peasants?
-No, that's not what I meant... -Shut up.
I'll debate him myself.
-About what? The Champions League?
Chetniks.
-Milenko, the pants.
Just friendly.
-The pants. -Friendly. Fri...
Did you fix your pants?
What's that? Stop.
-Did you hear? -Of course I heard.
Go on, boss.
Nicely...
-Esteemed hosts.
On behalf of the Dimitrijevic family
I thank you for your hospitality in this...
Magnificent building.
Above all, I'd like to emphasize,
that today we extend
a hand of friendship, of community,
and faith in a better future.
Thank you.
Go ahead.
Go on, Budimir.
-Thank you for these lovely words.
Beautiful words.
-From the heart, madam.
Go on, boss.
-From... -Esteemed hosts,
we didn't come empty-handed.
No, no.
We brought gifts.
Thank you.
-For you to keep as a memento.
Please,
take a look at the special gift.
An annual pass for
the metro under construction.
Metro Serbia.
-Nebojsa. -Ana.
Where are you, dear? Where are you?
-Look at this.
This one never did any sports.
-Milenko. -Look at that hairstyle.
Ana... Dear, how beautiful you are.
This is my wife.
Are you Jelisaveta? Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you. You can call me mother-in-law.
-Mother-in-law.
She'll give birth on election day.
We'll start crisis PR,
don't worry, boss. -Nothing will help.
Here you go, dear.
This is for you.
We have nothing. What do we do?
Nothing.
Give me the ring. -What's wrong with you?
It's for the son-in-law. -Damn it.
No, no. -Mom, nice
to meet you.
Grandma...
-He'll hug me too. -Just a handshake, boss.
Mr. Vuk... How was it... Vuce.
Mr. Minister, Mr. Loncaric
invites you to meet over coffee.
Of course. I'm here
to extend a hand, and to the coffee too.
Where are you going? -Why not...
-Only I was invited. Drive.
I'll show your wonderful family
where they're staying. -Thank you.
Moment.
He's ours. He's ours.
Sorry?
What?
-You said something.
I didn't say anything.
Must've imagined it.
We'll find our way.
We'll be there soon.
No room at the hotel?
-Not the season yet and they're renovating.
It's never the season here.
-Yeah, yeah...
This part of the Adriatic isn't so well known.
-Yes. Backwater.
Is this for us? Is it even safe?
You mean... Because of earthquakes? Because of
hygiene, colleague. -Gaga.
Robinson-style tourism.
We'll be happy here. It's nice.
It's quiet. A bit strange and...
It's quiet.
-A bit scary.
On the way here,
I told Beba, my wife...
It's like we're going to a funeral,
not a wedding.
It does remind me of a funeral, yes.
Do you know the difference between
a wedding and a funeral?
At a funeral at least you don't have
to take photos with the deceased.
I studied literature.
I married Milenko
because he was the first to have an Audi
and a water vacuum cleaner.
Know which one?
He bought me
an economics degree.
I was a bad student.
I never finished university.
But I pretend I did.
Same here then.
Your daughter, Ana, is a very pleasant girl.
Well-mannered.
Thank you.
It's a shame
we didn't meet her sooner.
Before...
But she's very pleasant.
And your son is a good boy too.
-We tried.
He behaved nicely.
-What can I say, Milenko?
We sent our kid to London.
You even had a good time doing it.
Better Nebojsa than some black guy.
Almost the same thing.
-Really?
I really don't understand what they're listening to.
What does "ours" mean?
-Or "ours" too. -Or "ours."
Doesn't matter to me. -What do I know.
Maybe we should've found out the sex after all.
It would make a hundred things easier.
We could prepare better.
Sorry,
little Milan isn't answering.
I've been calling him for days, nothing.
He's gone.
He's supposed to be your best man,
and you don't know where he is?
I don't know where he is.
Probably filming some music video on the Adriatic.
No idea.
The old man's thrilled
he's not calling, and he's already planning
for Gaga to be maid of honor.
Why are we even doing this?
-You know why.
Let's finish this and go.
-She's kicking. Playing football again. Come.
You hear?
-I hear.
Sinisa Mihajlovic. -Come on.
-I don't watch women's football.
I hope it goes well
with my dad and yours.
Surely it will. My old man
is a master of diplomacy, believe me.
Eat crap,
you and your European values.
I'm never coming
to Croatian territory again.
We'll never let you
into Croatia again either.
You'll let someone in.
-Me. -Look at yourself.
You don't have a dinar, poor dog.
A dog has nothing to bite you with.
-You can bite me. Look at him.
Peasant.
-Me?
My Nebojsa will never be part of
such a vulgar, peasant family.
Do you know when my Ana
will be with your idiot?
When you build that metro.
Never, never!
My Nebojsa can make a baby
wherever he wants,
while you go around Croatia telling everyone
who knocked up your girl.
I'm curious who you'll marry her off to.
-There's plenty of suitors.
All better than the prince
of the metro under construction.
Don't insult the metro!
Get lost! Screw the metro.
Damn it.
Go to hell.
Screw you.
-Get lost.
When you go bankrupt and they lock you up,
I'll send you cigarettes in prison,
you pathetic little wimp.
Speaking of cigarettes,
pull it out for me.
Screw the metro.
Damn it.
Go to...
My younger son wanted
to have the same tattoo as me.
Does he have it on the same arm
or the other one?
As if being together involves... Two arms.
-No, he doesn't.
Run.
I remember what I was like.
Milenko only had two shops
and a hotel. It wasn't easy for us either.
Wild at heart.
Marija...
From the wedding onward
will we do everything as a family?
I don't know if it'll happen.
But we have to.
-I'm looking forward to it. -Me too.
We're just pretending a bit.
Terrible nerves.
Did she unpack the suitcases?
-Yes.
Pack them back up.
We're leaving with the best men.
Let's say it made us happy.
Where's Gaga?
Where's Gaga?
When exactly does the ship
with the rest of your things arrive?
Exactly when it's supposed to.
It would be nice if it arrived
in exactly five minutes, because...
It's Bubimir, right?
-No, Budimir.
Like "be at peace," peace.
Got a lighter?
-No, I don't smoke.
Of course you don't smoke.
Hold this a sec, let me find mine.
Never know where it is.
Always at the bottom somewhere, you know?
You always get what you need
last.
You okay?
Sure? You seem a bit tense.
It shows on your face.
-That's just my expression.
Look,
we're here to get the job done, alright?
If our bosses get along,
everything will be fine. Which means,
if the two of us get along, everything will be fine.
Alright?
-Of course. We get along great.
If we just get along,
it'll all be totally fine. -Alright.
Mr. Loncarevic.
Sorry, excuse me. Slip of the tongue.
Mr. Loncaric, I'm very sorry
for everything I said to you.
And I'm sorry for everything
I said too.
Milenko, full sentences.
That's what we agreed on.
I hope we can...
Shake hands.
And support the kids
as they enter marriage.
We sorted that out nicely.
Did you agree on the economics?
-Of course. As I promised.
Your "CroMax" chain of stores,
under a different name of course, will break
into the Serbian market.
And I'll call Domagoj,
to release the European money for Mr. Vuk.
For those trams.
-For the metro.
Slip of the tongue. Sorry.
Now we're like family.
Furthermore, Budimir and...
What was her name...
Dragana, we call her Gaga.
Budimir and Gaga organized
a bachelorette and bachelor party.
Boys, have fun,
but no tension.
Did little Milan call?
He hasn't called me.
The younger son.
How could he not call? He said: Mom,
if I don't call you, I'll call dad.
He didn't call you either...
-Stop.
Where are we going for the bachelor party?
I'm sure
Budimir will take you somewhere,
that's really nice and fun,
tailored to your taste.
Can't wait.
-I believe it.
BONACA
Damn it, Budimir. What is this?
Boss, you said five euros.
Is this a popular spot?
It's incredible how run-down it is.
It'll be great.
76. Number 76.
Where's Marinko?
Good evening.
You're playing at the wedding tomorrow, right?
Yes, are you the one getting married?
God forbid. Far from it.
This is a list of songs
you're not allowed to play.
Why? Are they technically hard?
I doubt it. It's mostly
Thompson and some of our own.
Isn't Thompson one of ours?
Looking more closely,
this is our entire repertoire.
What will we play tomorrow then?
-Try something foreign.
Something foreign.
What foreign stuff do you know?
-Foreign? I know "Riblja Corba."
No way. We had a deal.
Screw your bingo.
You'll get nothing.
What did you say?
Everything's fine. Actually, it will be.
Good evening, ladies.
-Good evening.
How are we?
-Good, thanks. -Good.
Tell me. Shall we have a cocktail?
-Sure.
Bring the cocktail list, please.
-List? I'll ask.
Who?
-The place next door. -Ask them.
I'll have something strong.
-That's it. -Are you having rakija?
What? No... I'll have rakija.
-Rakija.
Bring a bottle.
-There you go, ladies.
A bottle. -The real deal.
-I'll roll one. -She'll bring you weed.
You into that?
We could go to the bar.
Weird place.
-What's wrong with it?
Windows, for starters.
This is such a...
-That's the concept. -Yeah.
What are we drinking?
-I'll have a lemonade.
Me too.
-Me too. -We don't have any.
Give everyone beer.
You know the one about the young lemon
visiting the old lemon in the hospital?
He asks the doctor:
Is there still some lemon-ade for him?
Mr. Minister, I see you're
not lacking in humor.
And you're not lacking pretty young women.
Damn it...
-Let's toast. -Let's.
Cheers.
Where'd you get this from?
-Inside pocket.
Want one?
-Can't, I have sugar.
Me too, type 2.
-Silofor pills.
Best in the world, believe me.
-One in the morning and... -One in the evening.
Look how much of this you get.
We can eat this all night
and won't go over ten.
These are Austrian.
With these you don't go over eight. -Well done.
Thank you.
I can't always.
But on a special occasion,
I'll take a few hours off.
-Chocolate and alcohol?
My Marija annoys me
and I can only get away outside.
Beba gets on my nerves.
Every single day. -Dad...
Guess what.
-Come on.
Please.
-Stop with the nonsense. -Please.
I won't guess.
-Just guess.
Not going to happen.
-Please, guess.
What is it?
-Little Milan arrived!
Who's little Milan?
-My son. The second one.
This is your son?
-If only it were him.
Uncle Vuk, can you hold this?
I'll be right back.
Son, please, don't.
-One second.
Could I ask you
to move aside? Thank you.
I'm Young Gangster.
Recognize me.
Yo, yo.
Life's tough in this house, y'all.
Come on, everyone.
Come on, y'all! Come on!
Dad, dad, dad...
Dad, dad, dad...
-Awful.
Stop this.
Dad, I exist
because you soaked it in mom.
Dad, you offered me money.
Dad, still I came, I'm a king.
Dad, dad,
still I came, I'm a king.
Brother, crazy song, huh?
Were you expecting me?
Introduce me.
This is my...
-Tough Life.
Tough Life, y'all.
-Milenko.
Mr. Little Milan.
-No, no, Tough Life.
He doesn't answer to Little Milan.
-What's up, brother?
Is this one a relative too?
-Thank God, no.
I'm Young Gangster.
Recognize me.
We recognized you.
-I recognized you too.
No women here?
Is pussy just a bitter memory around here?
Just a memory, y'all.
Dad, you just relax
and thank me nicely for this party.
Thank him, y'all.
-What's wrong with you? -Sorry, Uncle Vuk.
Since you didn't want to tell me
where the party was,
I brought the video crew here.
Doesn't bother you, right?
Should we send them a drink?
-No, please don't.
Never been married?
Haven't quite swum through the soup.
-What?
No. The right one never came along.
Do you know who Redbeard was?
Do you know who Redbeard was?
That pirate?
A pirate.
Yes, he's a pirate,
but also an admiral.
Come, mom!
Come on!
We could slowly
head toward the hotel.
Come on, grandma!
Cheers!
-Just a bit more.
Hey!
Hey!
-Come on!
I hope at least the bachelorette party
didn't end in three lovely ladies.
Wedding, wedding, wedding!
Wedding, wedding, wedding!
Wedding, wedding, wedding!
Dad, dad.
I exist,
because you soaked it.
Stop.
Redbeard had his own stallion,
and I have you.
Now we'll board the ship
and sail off.
The two of us.
-I'm cold.
What ship?
-I'm talking to Seki. Why butt in?
Drink half, give half to Seki.
Seki.
Damn it.
Why did I need this?
Where are you going, Milenko? Careful.
-To the ship.
Dad. Could you tie up the donkey?
I'm not going anywhere without Seki.
Come.
You holding up, Milenko?
-Holding up, holding up. Can't pee though.
BELGRADE
What is it?
We're closing. It's over.
-What are you talking about? Closing how?
They raised the rent.
We're moving out.
The Russians are opening
some bio pet shop for dogs and cats.
Damn it.
Bye, Ivana.
-Bye.
Bye, say hi to your mom.
-I will, Miki. Bye.
Where are you off to now?
Going to Ovcar Banja.
To my dad's. Anyway
he owes me money.
Do what you want.
Jeco...
Isn't that the son of that politician
you were dating in America?
Who?
-Him.
Yes, that's him. Look, kitten.
Yeah, he was the best man
at that guy's bachelor party.
Las Vegas. Ten of us went along.
Know what kind of party that was?
Apparently
this one of yours is getting married too.
Yeah?
Where?
So you're not pregnant after all?
No, I ate a stuffed coat hanger
and got a bit confused.
Don't worry, it's fine.
So why are you getting married then?
To help your business.
I'll divorce
once you open your 100th store in Serbia.
That's it, dear. Let's finish this as fast as possible
and go get dessert.
Don't worry, dad.
A kiss from your son.
Which son?
Let's wrap this up already.
I have a saint's day celebration in half an hour.
If anyone has objections,
raise your hand or shut up forever.
Like the Olympic committee,
when they robbed us against the Americans.
Nobody has any objections.
What would anyone have against it?
Now for the kolo dance.
Bride, start it off.
What kolo?
Serbia, Serbia, Serbia!
-What the hell? Hey!
Serbia, Serbia, Serbia!
Budimir.
Ana.
Milenko.
Milenko.
Are you insane, damn it?
Look at the state of you.
I've been looking for you all morning.
-Boss... -Milenko.
Boss, we have a problem.
Vuk...
Vuk.
Are you okay?
Jelisaveta?
-Tell me what they did to you.
Did they drug you?
If they drugged you, say: I've been drugged.
If not... I need to know if they
drugged you. -Shut up already, damn it.
Boss!
Another video's gone public.
What's on it?
Some women.
The location is in this one too.
What else could come out?
Did anyone do anything to the girls?
No, no, no.
Maybe just Tough Life.
-Who?
That moron. Doesn't matter.
That moron's brother.
It's just... That was surely not recorded.
-What?
We cursed a bit, boss.
Not out of anger, but we were competing.
Who was cursing? You?
-Yes, boss.
What did you curse?
A mother.
-Screw you, Budimir.
No cursing, boss.
-Whose mother did you curse?
Serbian.
-Serbian?
Chetnik?
Chetnik.
-Chetnik?
Damn you, Budimir!
Are you crazy?
Surely nothing could be heard!
The music was very loud.
Total idiot!
Screwed everything up!
Where did you take us?
-You said five euros.
Screw your five euros, Budimir!
Screw your five euros!
Listen to me.
Present this as fake news.
I don't care how!
And this must never be linked
to the wedding, understood? I'll kill you!
No, boss. Don't worry.
Wedding, wedding, wedding!
Screw this.
You've told me your whole life
you're afraid of snakes.
Who filmed this?
-Little Milan, boss.
He showed up?
Didn't tell him to call me?
I knew for sure
he'd do something stupid.
Find him right now and tell him
to delete it. Before it's too late.
It's already too late, boss.
He and everyone else
already posted it on social media.
What do we do now? Uncle Vukoje's asking for me.
I told him the wedding was in America,
that it's too late for a visa now.
Now everyone's seen where the wedding is.
Anka's asking for me too,
but I don't care about her.
She didn't invite us to her wedding either,
and now those four would come.
You talk
to Katarina and Vera.
At the wedding... You know how she insulted me?
Said I talk too much.
No, there's no accommodation anywhere.
Where would I fit so many people?
It'll be impossible.
-Yeah? -I'll kill myself.
Yes, yes. The little one got
salmonella yesterday and we skipped Russia.
Of course I wanted to invite you.
They wanted a modest wedding,
but I wouldn't hear of it.
From Serbia.
Yes. We know it all. What can I say?
When have I not been liberal?
Yes, isn't it 2026?
Some things we have to leave behind.
Screw them. I agree.
The general put it well:
Let's forget the past,
turn toward the future.
The whole crew would come?
-Yes.
And you on the bench too? The little one showed up.
-Sweetheart.
Talk soon. Hey.
-Good morning.
Why are you all up so early?
Why aren't you at breakfast?
There've been some small changes,
so we're sorting things out.
We decided to invite
just the closest family from Herzegovina.
Closest family, meaning 60.
-Don't lie. -Eat crap.
Eat crap. -Not 60 people,
60 buses. -It's fine!
Didn't you say you'd cut back
to save money and out of shame?
Dear, for your big day
we won't skimp.
Nor is it shameful.
Fine.
Going to get Nebojsa.
My head's pounding.
Yes.
Yes. Come by yacht.
-Everyone come.
Gaga will find a harbor
and there'll be no pirates.
There won't be a wedding in America.
They don't have visas either.
Come on. What snake?
The opposition planted all of that.
Of course.
-Yes.
Yes.
-Bye.
Sure?
Alright.
Damn it.
-What is it?
The bishop's coming. The Prime Minister's sending him.
-What does that mean?
It means we'll have
an Orthodox wedding.
Where will you find an Orthodox church here?
-Good day.
Marija,
you'll be on the phone
and with Budimir
you'll be arranging the guests.
Tell yours in Herzegovina
not to come in their own cars.
If the media see us, we're done for.
They'll crucify us.
Put them in two buses.
And woman, please, be moderate.
We don't have a dinar.
-So can it be 60?
Can be, but no weapons.
Milenko, be smart.
Their son is getting married.
It won't happen without five,
six Kalashnikovs.
And we need something for luck too.
Who knows what they'll bring.
Where will you find
an Orthodox church here?
Gaga found one.
Ten minutes on foot.
Damn it, it's a ruin,
but if it's held up this long,
it'll hold up till tomorrow too. -Ten minutes on foot.
My Ana is pregnant.
We'll carry her, Milenko.
-No, no, too heavy, my friend.
Heavier than Tough Life.
What's wrong with our church? It's beautiful.
You can see the sea from the bell tower.
-I know, but we're doing this on home turf.
You'll enjoy it, believe me.
It's the best option.
Listen to me.
Domagoj called me. EU.
-What does he want?
He wants a friendly handshake
with our faith.
Only such a reform
can push it through in the EU.
Why wasn't it necessary before,
and now it is?
Damn it, it wasn't public before.
Before we could do everything under the table.
It has to be a Catholic wedding.
-Fine.
I have to be honest with you.
My Prime Minister called me.
He's sending me the bishop.
He'll be here soon, right now.
If the wedding isn't Orthodox,
there'll be nothing of your business in Serbia.
What do we do now?
We'll have two weddings.
Orthodox and Catholic.
The first at two, the second at three.
If they ask you
whether it was Catholic, it was,
if they ask me whether it was
Orthodox, it was. We're not lying.
The only important thing
is that the priests never meet.
Ours is first. -No.
-I said first. -Damn it.
Thank you.
-Where are you headed?
To Crikvenica.
Thanks be to God.
-Now and forever, son.
I hope you traveled comfortably.
Nothing can be comfortable,
when it's announced only a day before.
At the last minute
they canceled Russia
and we had to
figure things out in a hurry.
Milenko, please tell me,
how did you imagine this?
-The wedding? Short.
If possible, short.
In three hours
I can make a Catholic out of him.
But if you install
new church doors,
it would make things much easier for me.
The doors are already being made.
We have one more condition.
I'm listening.
He has to take a test.
What kind of test?
Please, show me
where that apartment of mine is.
I'll explain it all on the way.
-Go ahead.
That...
God be with you, Your Grace.
Welcome.
I was worried you hadn't arrived yet.
Vuk, this isn't right.
-Really isn't right.
The bride is a sinner.
It's not their fault they're Croatian.
I offered them a hand of friendship.
Not that. She's pregnant.
I saw it with my own eyes.
That's harder to extend a hand to.
There's nothing we can do.
Anything's possible if you want it.
She could be made less sinful.
What do you mean? Less pregnant?
-No.
She could be made less outside of our faith.
If she doesn't want that, no wedding.
The Prime Minister sends his regards.
Milenko, what's this?
-Do you want to marry my Ana?
Of course.
-Then let me do the talking.
We need to finish this quickly.
Thanks be to God.
-Now and forever.
Go ahead. Can we do this fast?
Milenko,
step away from the test subject, please.
Alright...
More.
-Thanks. -I'm too far now.
To begin, let's cross ourselves.
Cross myself?
-Let's cross ourselves.
Let me see your hands.
No, no...
Don't do that.
There. In the name of the Father...
-In the name of the Father.
The Son...
-The Son...
And the Ho...
And the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
-Not bad.
Needs a little practice, but it'll do.
This is interesting.
What is vicarious repentance?
My child, are you ready?
For what?
-She's ready, Your Grace.
I don't understand
what I'm ready for.
Why are you holding this veil over me?
This is
protection from unclean forces.
Ana, are you a virgin?
-Yes.
Don't play games with God, Vuk.
Don't play games with God.
I meant pure in her faith,
Your Grace.
Have you ever sinned?
-No.
Never had sexual relations?
-Well, not yet.
Vuk, remove that veil,
I already said
I know the bride is pregnant.
Confirmation is... It's a transition.
-Transition...
Transition.
The child...
The adult world. -Into bloom.
-Into the world. -Into the adult world.
The child's transition into the adult world.
-Excellent. Is that enough?
Ana, are you ready to accept
the one true original faith?
Which one?
-Ours. She's ready. -When?
Now. Let's just start...
-Ana, don't be afraid.
This is like being born again.
The day of your rebirth.
What are the attributes of God?
Great.
-And?
Good.
-Good. -And?
Full of love.
-A bit more specific.
He's all-powerful.
All-po...
-All-powerful!
Bingo.
-Bravo. -Bravo.
You two are actually the perfect couple.
Bubimir!
Budimir. You know I'm Budimir.
Stop. As far as I'm concerned,
from now on you're Crapmir.
One thing you needed to do
properly.
For everything to go calmly and safely.
And that, as the whole world saw,
you screwed up. Now you're drinking water,
because you drank rakija yesterday.
Hydration is key.
Key was for you not to climb
on tables, dance under tables,
drink from a shoe,
cuddle up to snakes.
I had no
direct contact with the snake.
Boy, come here.
Bring him a double rakija.
-No, no. -Hurry up!
Let's save what can be saved.
We need to organize
the bride-buying ceremony. What is that anyway?
The bishop insisted the day
before the wedding be traditional.
Fine. Traditional.
So a horse.
Alright. Where's the horse?
-A horse?
Am I in a cave with an echo?
You mean a horse, the animal?
-Yes, I do.
Horse, domestic animal. Three words.
-Three letters.
Is this a custom of yours?
-No. That's not in the budget.
What am I buying it with?
Dear host.
-Louder.
Dear host,
I came upon my own horse,
to bring you honor
and happiness to you and all yours.
Honor and glory to you, host.
-Thanks, Marija.
Go ahead. -Screw them, are they
normal at all. Only they do this.
Host, do you have
a female creature in your house?
I have two. And a grandma.
Is there under your roof
a girl named Ana?
Under my roof there is a girl.
-Does she have cheeks red as apples,
and skin white as snow?
-Come on, Milenko. -Yes.
Both apple and snow, she has.
Will you receive me
and water me like my horse?
Water my horse.
Host...
For the hand of your daughter.
I came with a pure heart.
Damn it,
Marija, I don't know this bit.
Guest with a pure heart,
come under our roof, water your horse,
moisten your throat.
What gifts do you bring,
guest with a pure heart?
The whole state of Serbia.
-What the hell will we do with that?
Turn the page.
-Is there more?
The company "Lav," the company "Svetlo,"
a villa in Dedinje,
a house in Herceg Novi,
two apartments in Belgrade,
an apartment in Kopaonik...
-Two. -Two. Thanks, dad.
Two apartments in Kopaonik,
four cars, an excavator, a motorcycle, a scooter,
and a sailboat.
Just what's officially registered.
Not counting what's abroad.
Milenko, don't... Don't...
-Come on...
Guest with a pure heart.
You are entering a house
with 327 general stores,
with more than 15,000 employees,
with a mansion under Sljeme.
With a flower shop,
an apartment on Smiciklasova Street,
an apartment in London,
six apartments in Tribunj
right on the seafront,
with football club NK...
-Boss, this is being filmed. We're bankrupt.
This is all grandma's. Not mine.
Guest with a pure heart.
He transferred it to grandma.
Now it says Budimir. -Come on, Budimir.
This man's going to finish me off.
No...
-The horse has been watered.
Throat moistened, heart filled.
Host,
it's up to you to announce the news
and honor the people.
It'll be hard to fit everyone.
It's not centered.
God, bless this apple
and bless this rifle.
And bless the groom.
God, bless them.
Amen, amen.
-Come on.
Where's the bishop? -Grandma took him
to check out the church.
Tighten it, so it doesn't move.
-So it doesn't mo...
Wait till I get down!
-Wait. Lower it.
Why this house exactly?
-They'll sleep here after the wedding
and make their first child.
-Grandma's provoking. -So young.
Can I get a selfie?
-Sure, sure. -Thanks.
So my girlfriends
can see a real Ustasha.
Good luck, son.
-Come on. -Load it up.
Aim.
Shoot, Nebojsa.
The groom's a menace.
Then send him
to study in London.
You know how it is...
-It's fine.
Who's next
to continue this fine tradition?
I will, Your Grace. I will.
Shame on you.
-You don't even have a gun in hand yet.
His father will. -Go ahead, Vuk.
-Careful. Don't hit the veil.
Give it here.
-A menace!
What's this?
-They're shooting at the apple.
What are you laughing at?
-Nothing. -Could you hit it?
I'd hit the roof at least.
-Let's see you.
Let's see you.
-Come on.
Come on.
-Vuk, better to miss.
Careful, please.
Impossible. -Has anyone
of you been to war? -You're something...
You rigged it.
-I was in a war!
He doesn't mean that war.
-No one can fool me.
Put down the gun.
-You won't shoot anymore.
Put down the gun.
Watch out, boss!
-Tough Life, you whores.
Dad, I fixed that too.
-Go to hell.
Where are you, old lady?
Vuk,
the little one's the bright spot in the family.
Thank you.
-Bravo.
Let's run away.
Where? -Like in college.
We hop on the first bus,
disappear for two days.
We could marry at the registry office.
Or on a boat.
-What boat?
See a boat anywhere? -Boat,
ship, ferry, whatever.
As long as we're not here.
My dad will kill himself
if I do that to him.
Is he the one getting married?
-No.
We can't be that irresponsible.
And your dad's counting
on this wedding for his business too.
We agreed to that, Ana.
-As if we ever had a choice not to agree.
I don't know, but we agreed.
We can't be childish. -Do you realize
that tomorrow we'll be husband and wife?
You won't be.
Baby! Congrats, Nesho.
-Who's this?
Nebojsa, please, explain to her.
-Sorry, do we know each other?
Don't remember?
-Not really.
What is this?
What kind of fake photo is this?
Sweetie, it's not fake.
You can see it's the two of us.
Sweetie?
Sorry.
Jelena.
Nesa's official wife.
-What?
Don't remember Vegas?
-Vegas?
Kiz's bachelor party.
-Yes. There a little first...
Then we got married. -I swear,
I don't know this woman. -Let's go.
Still have that
teddy bear tattoo on your butt?
Now that we understand each other,
do you know bigamy
is a crime in Croatia?
What do you want?
Ana. Ana, you're pregnant,
don't run, dear!
Keep the photos. I have copies.
Ana! Ana!
Dear, open up, please.
Hey. Come out.
I swear I have no idea
who that woman is.
I really don't know.
I don't know where she got those photos.
You know I told you
I don't remember that night.
I don't know where that tattoo came from.
Seriously. Please, believe me.
Dear...
Hey.
I love you, damn it.
Come on.
You were right.
Let's run away. Let's go to the boat.
Let's ditch everyone.
This has crossed every line.
What do you say?
You need a doctor.
What's happening?
Is the guy broken?
Nesho...
I know lovers
suffer and pine constantly,
but focus, brother.
You only get married once.
In our case twice,
but actually...
In my case three times.
What would you like?
A job? At some state company.
I don't know. "Srbija Drvo."
Steady pay, pension,
health insurance, social security.
You'd be creditworthy.
You could spend all day painting your claws.
"Srbija Drvo."
-Let's say. Want "Lav"? What would you like?
"Srbija Drvo"?
I want to be a singer.
I want to record a song, a video.
I want to go on tour. I need money for that.
-What kind of singer?
A singer...
Your son's already married?
-I had no idea about any of that.
So? What do we do now?
Best to cancel.
-Not an option. -No.
It has to be tomorrow.
Gaga, do you know who I am?
I'm Tough Life.
Tough Life.
-We don't do rap for pennies.
Just for the chorus.
-There. -When in the chorus?
Just the chorus. -When? -Mica Cica
sang the chorus in two songs.
That's it. Like Mica Cica.
-No way. No.
I've got no cash on me.
-Sorry.
Just a quick consult.
Keep our friend company.
I understand and respect it all,
but that's how it is. One song.
Are you a rapper too?
-Trying to be.
I have a regular job too.
Come on, tell me.
-Notary. -Bravo.
Do you get that I'm not doing that?
-Yeah, but that's your Cica Mica thing.
I don't know what this lunatic's talking about.
What Cica Mica? -We have a problem.
What is it?
-Ana's not in her room. She's nowhere.
Nebojsa's gone too. -He's looking for Ana.
Apparently he needs more time. Wait.
Boss.
Little Milan, please, fix this for me.
-I think you should tell him...
Oh, Tough Life,
please, do this for your brother.
Fix this singer thing for me.
I'll fix it.
-That's it, little mouse.
I'm fine. Let's go.
-Go ahead of me.
I see you found everything out.
Why did I know nothing about this, Gaga?
Boss, I had no idea either,
but I'm handling it all.
Glad this family
handles everything honestly.
Great family. Excellent, top notch.
-Marija, stop, damn it.
Go to Ana and check
if there's any chance to calm things down.
Boss, that's problem number two.
Can't find them. Neither Ana nor Nebojsa.
Congratulations. You've screwed everything up.
-Us?
What did we screw up?
-Did I get married in Los Angeles?
In Las Vegas.
That's where he went as best man.
Got a little drunk and got a little married.
Madam, please, don't speak.
We apologize. Both of us apologize.
-Why are you apologizing, damn it?
Look how upset
the fake minister got.
Little bankrupt tycoon,
what are you strutting about?
Damn it, of course.
I knew with Serbs...
Now I'm in Croatia and never again!
I offered a hand...
Let's calm down a bit.
Nobody died.
Gaga and I will find them.
Hold this.
Everything's under control.
Crow.
Wild rooster.
Zola...
-That's it. Once more. -Zola.
That's it. Just sing it that way.
-If only I could...
Mrs. Jelena,
Mr. Tough Life, that means
you accept the proposal of Mrs. Dragana
from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?
I think we agreed.
-Excellent.
Gaga and Bubimir, be clear,
I'm only doing this for my brother.
So, listen up from the stage.
Young man, can I?
-Sure, brother. -Play it.
What can I say, y'all?
My dad paid for the recording.
When I drive, get out of my way,
I run reds cause red gets me lit.
My flag only rises for you.
Come on the hood, let me spin you round a bit.
Life is tough
and she ain't valued.
Legs around the pole she's twirling,
her ass has everyone whirling.
Shorty's ice cold,
but sly,
I'm running out of time,
cause here comes Jelena.
Red car, short skirt,
champagne on the table,
love me till it hurts.
Red car, short skirt.
Hey, Emile Zola,
jumping off the pier.
WELCOME
ANA & NEBOJSA
We're screwed. This won't fly.
I'll be in the opposition.
And I'll be in Bosnia.
I hope the kids are okay.
I hope they're fine.
Maybe they'll find them.
Hello?
Yes, it's me. He's here too.
We're coming.
Let's go right away.
-What is it?
Did they find them?
Good day.
-Hello.
Damn it...
Praise be to Jesus.
Hello, Your Grace. God be with you.
Shame on you, Vuk.
He sold his son for a handful of gold coins.
That's not true.
Did you think
I'd allow this disgrace?
Not in front of the guests. I'll explain everything.
-The Prime Minister will hear about this.
No need, we'll work it out.
Milenko, we'll sort it all out, right?
We'll sort it out.
We'll sort out nothing.
There's nothing to sort out with them.
-No, no.
We'll sort it out, but in our church.
-That's right. All of this is ours.
It will happen, son. It will.
You can still save your soul.
The wedding must be in our church
and by our customs.
Come, Vuk.
-Did they find them? Tell me something.
I don't see the kids anywhere. Just tell me...
-Dad... -Don't do this to me...
Go to hell!
-Praise be to Jesus.
Did mine arrive? -Mom, he's coming now.
-Give me a kiss. -I'll give you one.
Don't worry. Was everything alright?
-Missed you most.
Praise be to Jesus.
I didn't even know we'd...
It's fine. Marija...
-Praise be to Jesus. -Marija...
There's nothing to argue
about with them.
The ceremony starts in 20 minutes.
In an hour and 20 minutes. An hour and 20 minutes.
-In 20 minutes.
Does anyone even know
where the bride and groom are?
Where are they? -I don't know.
That's what I was asking you. -Leave it.
Gaga, what is it? Where are the kids?
-Budimir. -What was that?
Where are the kids? Where are the kids?
-Boss, no cursing.
Son!
There he is. Son.
-Son.
Grandma's first.
This is grandma's first.
Missed you most!
Grandma's first.
Where were you? Son...
-Everything's fine.
What happened, kids?
-Dear, will you tell them?
Alright, here it is.
I was completely fed up
and wanted to run from Nebojsa
and from all of you.
I saw a man with a boat,
begged him
to take me somewhere.
Anywhere. He wasn't sure
whether to give a pregnant woman a ride.
Nebojsa was looking for me, ran into two Czechs
and asked if they'd seen me.
Man, we don't understand a word.
We're Czech tourists, get it?
Meanwhile, the two of us
went to the island across the way.
That was in turn seen
by a nice Japanese tourist couple,
who ran into Nebojsa.
Of course, man?
We saw her go by boat.
Pregnant as a fridge.
Nebojsa rented a pedal boat
and pedaled fast that way.
Fine, quickly... Pedaled.
When he got there, he panicked,
because at first he didn't see me.
Then, fully dressed, he went
into the sea after me.
Which wasn't exactly the best idea.
Uncle Vuk,
you really should
teach him to swim.
That's when I realized he'd do
anything for me and that he loves me.
And I was such a fool toward him.
And he even hurt himself
getting out.
I stepped on a sea urchin!
So we stayed on the beach that afternoon.
Actually, all night.
A wedding maybe
isn't the worst thing in the world,
if two people decide
to stay together forever.
And in the morning little Milan,
sorry, Tough Life told us:
Why don't you get married on a boat?
It's close by.
You get it, said Gangster.
Really, I'm a notary.
I can sort out
all your paperwork.
And that's what we did.
We made rings out of seaweed,
the man with the boat married us,
and Young Gangster
certified it all.
It was really sweet
and horribly romantic.
And that's how we got married.
-How ugly.
And where were the witnesses?
When we came back and went to the boat,
we ran into Budimir and Gaga.
Gaga said:
Hello, what are you two doing here?
I think the poor things
had been looking for us all night.
I do.
I do.
And that's how the two of them
became our witnesses.
And honestly, it was wonderful.
There you go. Our job's done.
I think we can celebrate.
Vuk, the Prime Minister insists
the wedding be Orthodox, ours.
No, no, no.
Not an option. No.
You won't tell us
in our own country,
where and how the sacred sacrament
of marriage is performed.
Is all this really that important?
Dad, are the apartments and shops
really more important to you than me?
Dad, please, don't settle the metro
through my child.
What did I do?
-Nothing, nothing.
What is it, dear?
-It's nothing.
Her water broke!
Call a car!
-Milenko!
Let's go.
-Where's the nearest hospital?
I know!
Follow me! Just follow me!
Where do I go?
-To my car!
Which way?
God will show us the way.
Dear, are you okay?
-No! -Hold on, sweetheart!
I'm holding on, mom!
-Not you! Ana. What's this?
Seriously? What have they done to us?
What thieves these Ustashas are.
Perfectly executed.
What do we do now?
-Ana!
I know! Harbor!
-Which harbor? -Doesn't matter!
We'll take the boat to the hospital! Follow me!
-To the boat! -Come, Milenko!
Ana, hang on! Breathe!
What is this? Are you people normal?
-Get that bitch out of my sight!
Please, get lost. -Milenko,
we won't make it. Let go of her.
I'm letting go.
Let go.
-Damn it.
Breathe. Anyone have alcohol?
-Give it here, give it here.
What now?
There.
Let me up front.
-Why? -You surely don't want to watch.
Fine, makes sense. -Push!
-Push! -Milenko.
I can't.
-Not now, donkey. Give him water.
Here.
Let her push!
Now.
Breathe in and out.
-Just breathe. -Let me up there.
Push, push!
-Give mine some water too!
I've got soda water.
Push.
-Come on, dear. Come on, sweetheart.
Breathe in and out.
-Just breathe.
Breathe. I am breathing, idiot!
-Alright. Dad!
Yes?
-Looks like she's giving birth!
Come on, dear.
-Hard. -Come on already.
Push hard now.
Hard! Come on, dear!
There it goes, there it goes.
-It's coming out.
It's out!
The boat's here.
Over here!
Hello!
Wait.
To the baby.
-He's looking at me. Look at grandma. Look.
What a lovely family we are.
What a day.
Can I hold him a bit?
The baby's adorable.
He's lovely.
Little Slobodan.
What Slobodan? -Slobodan
Dimitrijevic. After my father.
What is it?
-Nothing.
You got the surname,
the first name, no.
You want him named Milenko?
Better Tough Life than Slobodan.
So you suggest something.
-Domagoj.
Domagoj, yes.
Something neutral? Zivojin.
-No.
Zdeslav. -What's that? -Don't know,
but it's better than Zivojin.
Strahinja.
-Is that a boy's name or a girl's?
Franjo.
Now you're just messing with me.
Trifun. Trey.
TRANSLATION AND SUBTITLES: mkdsubs and Cv3
LONDON
What does it say?
-Three minutes.
Put some music on.
Don't watch the clock. Just let something play.
Which song would you like? -Any,
as long as it's three minutes.
Play any song
that lasts three minutes.
Put that behind,
I don't want to look at it.
FAZLIJA, HELICOPTER.
What's this?
Fazlija.
Darling...
I want to tell you,
whatever happens, I'm here for you.
What are you talking about?
Of course you're here, where else would you be?
Why are you even saying that, Nebojsa?
-That's what you're supposed to say. That's...
I read
you're supposed to say that when...
I just want to say,
that the test result
doesn't change anything between us.
So what if you're pregnant?
Well we won't...
We're getting married.
WEDDING
FIVE MONTHS LATER
ZAGREB
Boss, please, behave
normally at the meeting.
When have I not behaved?
-Never.
Boss, we have a problem.
The Austrians are here. Unannounced.
Austrians?
-I don't know, boss. Nobody told me anything.
They've been waiting in the office
for half an hour already.
Boss, did you eat sweets?
-Not me, Budimir did.
No...
Boss, please,
behave normally.
It's fine.
Once more, behave normally.
The Austrians are coming.
Please, no swearing.
-Go to hel...
Mr. Loncaric, according to our calculations
your debt is already greater than...
Fine. Let's not talk numbers,
so as not to bore
the gentlemen of the board.
Surely we can find
some kind of solution.
Boss, what if we contact...
Who?
-You know. -I don't know.
Mr. Loncaric,
we've already contacted the Prime Minister.
Mr. Miller.
Hello, Milenko.
How are you, old friend?
I hope your health is holding up,
that you're watching your sugar.
Greet Marija
and the little one in London, the...
What was her name...
Ana. Yes, yes.
And you greet your
Jasminka and everyone at home, the kids.
This is an old recording.
I'm joking, I know it's a recording.
Listen, Milenko, you're screwed.
Pay the Austrians,
however you know how.
Cheers.
Budimir, screw them
with those documents of ours.
It's clear
there's been a misunderstanding.
We have the annual reports,
which clearly show,
that the company "CroMax"
is operating at a profit.
Mr. Budimir,
we have your real reports.
You're in debt.
Mr. Loncaric, 90 days.
Goodbye.
-Goodbye.
All the best, Milenko.
From the wife, the grandma...
Why aren't you happy at all?
-I'm going to end up in prison.
Son-in-law, may you live to be 100.
Milenko, come on.
Make a wish.
Blow.
-Budimir, you blow.
There. Listen.
Dear citizens,
dear voters,
today is a great day for our country.
We're finally shaking hands
with the underground railway.
I like this handshake bit.
With the train that will take you
toward a bright future.
Metro Serbia.
Fast, safe, with stops for everyone.
Thank you for believing in us.
Together
we'll ride toward a better Serbia.
Bravo, Gaga.
Did you write this yourself?
No, boss. This is from ChatGPT.
-ChatGPT's doing well.
Where's the Redbeard figurine?
-What?
What, what?
Redbeard, Gaga. Redbeard.
The pirate who became an admiral.
I've explained it a hundred times. Barbarossa.
Boss, we'll sort it out.
This is approved, right?
I'll send it, it's approved.
And you have to learn it by tomorrow.
No reading. -I'll learn it.
Make sure things
start before the elections.
What things?
For them to start digging for the metro.
No way.
How not? -How do we start
when we have no money? From where?
Didn't the French approve the loan?
Yes, but the Croats
in the European Parliament blocked it.
You know it yourselves.
Croats. Always messing something up.
Do you know the difference between
the metro and sex?
The metro
definitely comes at least once a day.
I'm going to choke.
What is it?
Not funny? It's very funny.
Dear.
Here. Get your mouth dirty.
-Vuk. -Yes?
Where are you, love?
-We're working, dear.
Baby, excellent cake.
-Thanks, grandma made it.
Let me hear it once more.
Metro Serbia. That sounds good.
-Wait, wait.
Starting again?
-Yes, yes, of course.
Digging, digging.
I'm excited again
like it's the first time.
Will you make me
a stop in front of the house?
I'll even build you
an airport by the pool.
As Minister of Foreign Affairs
I only offer fast solutions.
That's good. Fast solutions
and truth. That's our weapon.
Write that down.
-Everyone!
Vuk ate all the cakes!
I saw him.
I saw him, my son...
-You have sugar. -Mama's heart.
Just a little.
-A kilo of sugar. -Just one piece.
I won't die from one piece.
-Mama's happy. -Tell me if you ate it.
Your son is asking for you.
-Grandma's darling.
No, the one from London.
-He's grandma's second darling.
Put it on video. Like this.
Damn it, Milenko.
It says here that we owe...
Yes, do we have some
sugar cake?
Fine, let's pretend
everything's normal.
Eat the cake. Ana's calling.
Director.
Hey!
Anica, my little Knin queen.
Hey, mom.
Don't call me that, please.
Is dad there?
-Yes, I'm here, little mouse.
How are you?
We have walnut and spinach cake.
It's excellent.
Budimir can
fly it to you in half an hour.
Mom, don't send me
food by plane anymore, I'm fine.
Happy birthday, dad.
Thanks, dear. A kiss.
You don't deserve such a daughter.
-Are you enjoying yourselves? Celebrating?
Cheerful.
Of course we're celebrating.
Shame I'm not with you.
When are you coming, dear?
Are your classes over?
Not yet, but I'm coming soon, yes...
I have news. Can you turn off the music?
I can barely hear you.
What news, dear?
Good. Yes, good news.
That's what we need. We're listening.
Alright. Mom, dad.
Best to just say it right away.
I'm pregnant.
Straight to the point.
In London?
-Yes, mom. I'm pregnant in London.
No... Mom's thinking.
You conceived in London?
Yes, dad, I conceived in London.
With whom?
Grandma, are you alright?
I'm not, dear.
My knee's been
acting up since Easter.
Dear,
who's the father of your conception?
Do you know who the father is?
Say you know.
Of course I know,
how could you ask me such a thing?
We're together. We're in a relationship.
-And?
He's not black, is he?
-No, he's not black. -Thank God.
So, is he one of ours?
-Yes. Let's say so.
Brother, the signal's back.
I can hear you.
I didn't catch that.
What month is it?
What?
-What month is it?
She's in her seventh now.
I'm happy and dad is happy,
but this is... -I'm happy.
I think.
-Everything will be fine.
Really. We're kind of...
We're in love. We love each other.
-They love each other.
How long have you been in love?
-Quiet, Gaga.
How long have you been in love,
son?
Two years already.
Yes, since I've been here.
Is she English?
-No, she's not.
No, she's not, brother.
She's one of ours. From our region. Ana.
Her name is Ana.
-Ana. -Ana.
Sounds nice to me.
-Yes.
It would be either way,
but it's nice that she's one of ours.
It's nice that she's one of ours.
Very nice that she's one of ours.
Same faith? -My God,
what stupid questions are these?
What's she saying?
-Whether it's the same faith.
No, it's not. -It's not...
-How is it not, damn it?
How is it not, son?
-She's baptized. -I don't understand.
Baptized.
-Ana is...
Ana is... Croatian.
What's she saying?
Nebojsa?
-Surname? -Dimitrijevic.
Serbian?
-Go to hel...
Ana, is that Nebojsa Dimitrijevic,
the son of the Foreign Minister?
Yes.
Grandma fainted.
Is that the daughter of the owner of "CroMax"?
-Who's that?
He's an Ustasha.
Nebojsa...
Let me see.
-Is that him?
That's him, yes.
Him.
Boss, I've been thinking a bit.
Maybe all this isn't so bad.
What? That I'll go bankrupt soon
or that my daughter
will give birth to a little Milosevic?
Stop, for your grandma's sake.
Holy Mother, help.
-Come on. -I can't.
Maybe it'll be a girl.
Mama's boy.
Whom she sent to London,
because that's great for politics.
I didn't send the other one
and look how he turned out.
What's wrong with him?
-What's wrong with him? What?
Nothing's wrong with him.
When will we see these Ustashas?
Never. Fine.
-Never, mom.
Fine!
-Boss, one moment, please.
I was just playing around.
I know it looks very bad right now,
but I think
we could turn this to our advantage.
How do I turn an Ustasha
daughter-in-law to my advantage? Gaga...
An eastward expansion would save us.
-Yes. Let's flee to Bosnia.
I knew you'd bring that up,
Milenko. You promised you wouldn't.
No, expand into Serbia.
The Croats blocked our financing
and lending, right? -And?
Everyone knows you don't get into Serbia
without political connections.
Our future son-in-law
could help us a lot with that.
This Loncaric's best man...
-Whose?
Ana's father,
your friend.
His father, who's about to become Ana's grandfather-in-law
and your friend.
That Domagoj,
in the European Parliament is in charge
of financing projects outside the EU,
which means he directly affects
our metro.
No way.
Gaga.
-Going right away.
We must go to Zagreb.
-We must go to Belgrade.
I'm not sure.
The Prime Minister would drop me.
I don't know if you noticed,
but the Prime Minister already cut us off.
I don't know. I can't.
The opposition will crucify me.
Imagine
the company going bankrupt.
15,000 people
would be out of work.
If we don't get European money,
we'll be the opposition.
The left-wing media will lynch us.
-Screw them.
I'm going to get a grandson from my grandson!
-Vuk, your mother's drinking again!
No.
I am "CroMax",
a native Croatian product.
We'll become
an Austrian product, boss.
Why don't you understand?
None of that will exist anymore.
No skiing,
Bali, planes, yachts,
no safaris with celebrities.
Boss, don't...
No way.
I know what I said,
but unfortunately, that's how it is. I can't.
Talk soon.
I knew it exactly.
You told her to study,
and now look.
Me?
-You. -Who sent her to London?
Me, because that's the best place to study,
and you told her to study.
She could've gone to Zagreb.
It's not my fault
she mixed studying with screwing.
Enough!
-You were screwed!
We love each other.
Isn't that the most important thing?
It's best I leave.
-Wait. Dive, swim.
Now we have to save
whatever can be saved.
We'll get in touch
with these people of yours, from this guy of yours.
And you'll get married.
-We'll organize something small.
Far away, quiet. -That's all
we can afford. -Excuse me?
We're in a critical period, dear.
Don't burden yourself with that.
The best man has
a resort above Crikvenica.
Not even Bosnians go there anymore.
We'll have discretion.
I'm not at all sure
that we want...
I haven't even thought about a best man.
-We've been thinking about it.
We were thinking about Budimir.
-Budimir is perfectly fine.
We'll get in touch with the groom's people...
The groo...
The groom's.
-Damn it.
We'll get in touch with these Serbs
and sort everything out.
Not in the water.
Considering that "CroMax"
and our Ana are in a delicate condition,
a modest wedding
is a perfectly logical move.
That's very romantic.
-More concretely, Budimir. More concretely.
The groom and guests will be here soon.
They're staying in the eastern part
of the hotel, in the annex.
Screw them. It's not bad there,
closer to the sea. -Yes.
No photographer, phones
are forbidden. No pictures.
Grandma will take photos.
-But only of ours. -Quiet.
We informed the registrar
of the appointment.
Ana, a question about the food.
How many guests from Serbia are vegan?
I'm fine.
I'll check who's vegan.
I'm going to the bathroom.
Keep these Serbs away from us.
Everything costs five euros.
Understood?
I don't want the wedding found out,
and even less do I want to spend,
when we owe everyone.
I have to hide my only daughter
and marry her off in some backwater.
Marija, you know well the board
froze all my accounts. Do you know that?
We're surviving on four million
euros from grandma's account.
How much?
-Marija... -Quiet, grandma.
Do you know what my family
will say for not inviting them?
We can't go back to Herzegovina anymore.
Couldn't care less.
You'll still need Matej Bulic.
I only needed him for one thing,
this wedding. Now I don't need him anymore.
If I ever marry again,
Thompson will sing at the wedding.
Yes, with what money?
-Not with mine.
Boss, the Serbs have arrived.
-Screw...
I have to go to the bathroom.
Boss, diplomatically, please.
I know they're Serbs, but he's a minister.
And what are we? Peasants?
-No, that's not what I meant... -Shut up.
I'll debate him myself.
-About what? The Champions League?
Chetniks.
-Milenko, the pants.
Just friendly.
-The pants. -Friendly. Fri...
Did you fix your pants?
What's that? Stop.
-Did you hear? -Of course I heard.
Go on, boss.
Nicely...
-Esteemed hosts.
On behalf of the Dimitrijevic family
I thank you for your hospitality in this...
Magnificent building.
Above all, I'd like to emphasize,
that today we extend
a hand of friendship, of community,
and faith in a better future.
Thank you.
Go ahead.
Go on, Budimir.
-Thank you for these lovely words.
Beautiful words.
-From the heart, madam.
Go on, boss.
-From... -Esteemed hosts,
we didn't come empty-handed.
No, no.
We brought gifts.
Thank you.
-For you to keep as a memento.
Please,
take a look at the special gift.
An annual pass for
the metro under construction.
Metro Serbia.
-Nebojsa. -Ana.
Where are you, dear? Where are you?
-Look at this.
This one never did any sports.
-Milenko. -Look at that hairstyle.
Ana... Dear, how beautiful you are.
This is my wife.
Are you Jelisaveta? Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you. You can call me mother-in-law.
-Mother-in-law.
She'll give birth on election day.
We'll start crisis PR,
don't worry, boss. -Nothing will help.
Here you go, dear.
This is for you.
We have nothing. What do we do?
Nothing.
Give me the ring. -What's wrong with you?
It's for the son-in-law. -Damn it.
No, no. -Mom, nice
to meet you.
Grandma...
-He'll hug me too. -Just a handshake, boss.
Mr. Vuk... How was it... Vuce.
Mr. Minister, Mr. Loncaric
invites you to meet over coffee.
Of course. I'm here
to extend a hand, and to the coffee too.
Where are you going? -Why not...
-Only I was invited. Drive.
I'll show your wonderful family
where they're staying. -Thank you.
Moment.
He's ours. He's ours.
Sorry?
What?
-You said something.
I didn't say anything.
Must've imagined it.
We'll find our way.
We'll be there soon.
No room at the hotel?
-Not the season yet and they're renovating.
It's never the season here.
-Yeah, yeah...
This part of the Adriatic isn't so well known.
-Yes. Backwater.
Is this for us? Is it even safe?
You mean... Because of earthquakes? Because of
hygiene, colleague. -Gaga.
Robinson-style tourism.
We'll be happy here. It's nice.
It's quiet. A bit strange and...
It's quiet.
-A bit scary.
On the way here,
I told Beba, my wife...
It's like we're going to a funeral,
not a wedding.
It does remind me of a funeral, yes.
Do you know the difference between
a wedding and a funeral?
At a funeral at least you don't have
to take photos with the deceased.
I studied literature.
I married Milenko
because he was the first to have an Audi
and a water vacuum cleaner.
Know which one?
He bought me
an economics degree.
I was a bad student.
I never finished university.
But I pretend I did.
Same here then.
Your daughter, Ana, is a very pleasant girl.
Well-mannered.
Thank you.
It's a shame
we didn't meet her sooner.
Before...
But she's very pleasant.
And your son is a good boy too.
-We tried.
He behaved nicely.
-What can I say, Milenko?
We sent our kid to London.
You even had a good time doing it.
Better Nebojsa than some black guy.
Almost the same thing.
-Really?
I really don't understand what they're listening to.
What does "ours" mean?
-Or "ours" too. -Or "ours."
Doesn't matter to me. -What do I know.
Maybe we should've found out the sex after all.
It would make a hundred things easier.
We could prepare better.
Sorry,
little Milan isn't answering.
I've been calling him for days, nothing.
He's gone.
He's supposed to be your best man,
and you don't know where he is?
I don't know where he is.
Probably filming some music video on the Adriatic.
No idea.
The old man's thrilled
he's not calling, and he's already planning
for Gaga to be maid of honor.
Why are we even doing this?
-You know why.
Let's finish this and go.
-She's kicking. Playing football again. Come.
You hear?
-I hear.
Sinisa Mihajlovic. -Come on.
-I don't watch women's football.
I hope it goes well
with my dad and yours.
Surely it will. My old man
is a master of diplomacy, believe me.
Eat crap,
you and your European values.
I'm never coming
to Croatian territory again.
We'll never let you
into Croatia again either.
You'll let someone in.
-Me. -Look at yourself.
You don't have a dinar, poor dog.
A dog has nothing to bite you with.
-You can bite me. Look at him.
Peasant.
-Me?
My Nebojsa will never be part of
such a vulgar, peasant family.
Do you know when my Ana
will be with your idiot?
When you build that metro.
Never, never!
My Nebojsa can make a baby
wherever he wants,
while you go around Croatia telling everyone
who knocked up your girl.
I'm curious who you'll marry her off to.
-There's plenty of suitors.
All better than the prince
of the metro under construction.
Don't insult the metro!
Get lost! Screw the metro.
Damn it.
Go to hell.
Screw you.
-Get lost.
When you go bankrupt and they lock you up,
I'll send you cigarettes in prison,
you pathetic little wimp.
Speaking of cigarettes,
pull it out for me.
Screw the metro.
Damn it.
Go to...
My younger son wanted
to have the same tattoo as me.
Does he have it on the same arm
or the other one?
As if being together involves... Two arms.
-No, he doesn't.
Run.
I remember what I was like.
Milenko only had two shops
and a hotel. It wasn't easy for us either.
Wild at heart.
Marija...
From the wedding onward
will we do everything as a family?
I don't know if it'll happen.
But we have to.
-I'm looking forward to it. -Me too.
We're just pretending a bit.
Terrible nerves.
Did she unpack the suitcases?
-Yes.
Pack them back up.
We're leaving with the best men.
Let's say it made us happy.
Where's Gaga?
Where's Gaga?
When exactly does the ship
with the rest of your things arrive?
Exactly when it's supposed to.
It would be nice if it arrived
in exactly five minutes, because...
It's Bubimir, right?
-No, Budimir.
Like "be at peace," peace.
Got a lighter?
-No, I don't smoke.
Of course you don't smoke.
Hold this a sec, let me find mine.
Never know where it is.
Always at the bottom somewhere, you know?
You always get what you need
last.
You okay?
Sure? You seem a bit tense.
It shows on your face.
-That's just my expression.
Look,
we're here to get the job done, alright?
If our bosses get along,
everything will be fine. Which means,
if the two of us get along, everything will be fine.
Alright?
-Of course. We get along great.
If we just get along,
it'll all be totally fine. -Alright.
Mr. Loncarevic.
Sorry, excuse me. Slip of the tongue.
Mr. Loncaric, I'm very sorry
for everything I said to you.
And I'm sorry for everything
I said too.
Milenko, full sentences.
That's what we agreed on.
I hope we can...
Shake hands.
And support the kids
as they enter marriage.
We sorted that out nicely.
Did you agree on the economics?
-Of course. As I promised.
Your "CroMax" chain of stores,
under a different name of course, will break
into the Serbian market.
And I'll call Domagoj,
to release the European money for Mr. Vuk.
For those trams.
-For the metro.
Slip of the tongue. Sorry.
Now we're like family.
Furthermore, Budimir and...
What was her name...
Dragana, we call her Gaga.
Budimir and Gaga organized
a bachelorette and bachelor party.
Boys, have fun,
but no tension.
Did little Milan call?
He hasn't called me.
The younger son.
How could he not call? He said: Mom,
if I don't call you, I'll call dad.
He didn't call you either...
-Stop.
Where are we going for the bachelor party?
I'm sure
Budimir will take you somewhere,
that's really nice and fun,
tailored to your taste.
Can't wait.
-I believe it.
BONACA
Damn it, Budimir. What is this?
Boss, you said five euros.
Is this a popular spot?
It's incredible how run-down it is.
It'll be great.
76. Number 76.
Where's Marinko?
Good evening.
You're playing at the wedding tomorrow, right?
Yes, are you the one getting married?
God forbid. Far from it.
This is a list of songs
you're not allowed to play.
Why? Are they technically hard?
I doubt it. It's mostly
Thompson and some of our own.
Isn't Thompson one of ours?
Looking more closely,
this is our entire repertoire.
What will we play tomorrow then?
-Try something foreign.
Something foreign.
What foreign stuff do you know?
-Foreign? I know "Riblja Corba."
No way. We had a deal.
Screw your bingo.
You'll get nothing.
What did you say?
Everything's fine. Actually, it will be.
Good evening, ladies.
-Good evening.
How are we?
-Good, thanks. -Good.
Tell me. Shall we have a cocktail?
-Sure.
Bring the cocktail list, please.
-List? I'll ask.
Who?
-The place next door. -Ask them.
I'll have something strong.
-That's it. -Are you having rakija?
What? No... I'll have rakija.
-Rakija.
Bring a bottle.
-There you go, ladies.
A bottle. -The real deal.
-I'll roll one. -She'll bring you weed.
You into that?
We could go to the bar.
Weird place.
-What's wrong with it?
Windows, for starters.
This is such a...
-That's the concept. -Yeah.
What are we drinking?
-I'll have a lemonade.
Me too.
-Me too. -We don't have any.
Give everyone beer.
You know the one about the young lemon
visiting the old lemon in the hospital?
He asks the doctor:
Is there still some lemon-ade for him?
Mr. Minister, I see you're
not lacking in humor.
And you're not lacking pretty young women.
Damn it...
-Let's toast. -Let's.
Cheers.
Where'd you get this from?
-Inside pocket.
Want one?
-Can't, I have sugar.
Me too, type 2.
-Silofor pills.
Best in the world, believe me.
-One in the morning and... -One in the evening.
Look how much of this you get.
We can eat this all night
and won't go over ten.
These are Austrian.
With these you don't go over eight. -Well done.
Thank you.
I can't always.
But on a special occasion,
I'll take a few hours off.
-Chocolate and alcohol?
My Marija annoys me
and I can only get away outside.
Beba gets on my nerves.
Every single day. -Dad...
Guess what.
-Come on.
Please.
-Stop with the nonsense. -Please.
I won't guess.
-Just guess.
Not going to happen.
-Please, guess.
What is it?
-Little Milan arrived!
Who's little Milan?
-My son. The second one.
This is your son?
-If only it were him.
Uncle Vuk, can you hold this?
I'll be right back.
Son, please, don't.
-One second.
Could I ask you
to move aside? Thank you.
I'm Young Gangster.
Recognize me.
Yo, yo.
Life's tough in this house, y'all.
Come on, everyone.
Come on, y'all! Come on!
Dad, dad, dad...
Dad, dad, dad...
-Awful.
Stop this.
Dad, I exist
because you soaked it in mom.
Dad, you offered me money.
Dad, still I came, I'm a king.
Dad, dad,
still I came, I'm a king.
Brother, crazy song, huh?
Were you expecting me?
Introduce me.
This is my...
-Tough Life.
Tough Life, y'all.
-Milenko.
Mr. Little Milan.
-No, no, Tough Life.
He doesn't answer to Little Milan.
-What's up, brother?
Is this one a relative too?
-Thank God, no.
I'm Young Gangster.
Recognize me.
We recognized you.
-I recognized you too.
No women here?
Is pussy just a bitter memory around here?
Just a memory, y'all.
Dad, you just relax
and thank me nicely for this party.
Thank him, y'all.
-What's wrong with you? -Sorry, Uncle Vuk.
Since you didn't want to tell me
where the party was,
I brought the video crew here.
Doesn't bother you, right?
Should we send them a drink?
-No, please don't.
Never been married?
Haven't quite swum through the soup.
-What?
No. The right one never came along.
Do you know who Redbeard was?
Do you know who Redbeard was?
That pirate?
A pirate.
Yes, he's a pirate,
but also an admiral.
Come, mom!
Come on!
We could slowly
head toward the hotel.
Come on, grandma!
Cheers!
-Just a bit more.
Hey!
Hey!
-Come on!
I hope at least the bachelorette party
didn't end in three lovely ladies.
Wedding, wedding, wedding!
Wedding, wedding, wedding!
Wedding, wedding, wedding!
Dad, dad.
I exist,
because you soaked it.
Stop.
Redbeard had his own stallion,
and I have you.
Now we'll board the ship
and sail off.
The two of us.
-I'm cold.
What ship?
-I'm talking to Seki. Why butt in?
Drink half, give half to Seki.
Seki.
Damn it.
Why did I need this?
Where are you going, Milenko? Careful.
-To the ship.
Dad. Could you tie up the donkey?
I'm not going anywhere without Seki.
Come.
You holding up, Milenko?
-Holding up, holding up. Can't pee though.
BELGRADE
What is it?
We're closing. It's over.
-What are you talking about? Closing how?
They raised the rent.
We're moving out.
The Russians are opening
some bio pet shop for dogs and cats.
Damn it.
Bye, Ivana.
-Bye.
Bye, say hi to your mom.
-I will, Miki. Bye.
Where are you off to now?
Going to Ovcar Banja.
To my dad's. Anyway
he owes me money.
Do what you want.
Jeco...
Isn't that the son of that politician
you were dating in America?
Who?
-Him.
Yes, that's him. Look, kitten.
Yeah, he was the best man
at that guy's bachelor party.
Las Vegas. Ten of us went along.
Know what kind of party that was?
Apparently
this one of yours is getting married too.
Yeah?
Where?
So you're not pregnant after all?
No, I ate a stuffed coat hanger
and got a bit confused.
Don't worry, it's fine.
So why are you getting married then?
To help your business.
I'll divorce
once you open your 100th store in Serbia.
That's it, dear. Let's finish this as fast as possible
and go get dessert.
Don't worry, dad.
A kiss from your son.
Which son?
Let's wrap this up already.
I have a saint's day celebration in half an hour.
If anyone has objections,
raise your hand or shut up forever.
Like the Olympic committee,
when they robbed us against the Americans.
Nobody has any objections.
What would anyone have against it?
Now for the kolo dance.
Bride, start it off.
What kolo?
Serbia, Serbia, Serbia!
-What the hell? Hey!
Serbia, Serbia, Serbia!
Budimir.
Ana.
Milenko.
Milenko.
Are you insane, damn it?
Look at the state of you.
I've been looking for you all morning.
-Boss... -Milenko.
Boss, we have a problem.
Vuk...
Vuk.
Are you okay?
Jelisaveta?
-Tell me what they did to you.
Did they drug you?
If they drugged you, say: I've been drugged.
If not... I need to know if they
drugged you. -Shut up already, damn it.
Boss!
Another video's gone public.
What's on it?
Some women.
The location is in this one too.
What else could come out?
Did anyone do anything to the girls?
No, no, no.
Maybe just Tough Life.
-Who?
That moron. Doesn't matter.
That moron's brother.
It's just... That was surely not recorded.
-What?
We cursed a bit, boss.
Not out of anger, but we were competing.
Who was cursing? You?
-Yes, boss.
What did you curse?
A mother.
-Screw you, Budimir.
No cursing, boss.
-Whose mother did you curse?
Serbian.
-Serbian?
Chetnik?
Chetnik.
-Chetnik?
Damn you, Budimir!
Are you crazy?
Surely nothing could be heard!
The music was very loud.
Total idiot!
Screwed everything up!
Where did you take us?
-You said five euros.
Screw your five euros, Budimir!
Screw your five euros!
Listen to me.
Present this as fake news.
I don't care how!
And this must never be linked
to the wedding, understood? I'll kill you!
No, boss. Don't worry.
Wedding, wedding, wedding!
Screw this.
You've told me your whole life
you're afraid of snakes.
Who filmed this?
-Little Milan, boss.
He showed up?
Didn't tell him to call me?
I knew for sure
he'd do something stupid.
Find him right now and tell him
to delete it. Before it's too late.
It's already too late, boss.
He and everyone else
already posted it on social media.
What do we do now? Uncle Vukoje's asking for me.
I told him the wedding was in America,
that it's too late for a visa now.
Now everyone's seen where the wedding is.
Anka's asking for me too,
but I don't care about her.
She didn't invite us to her wedding either,
and now those four would come.
You talk
to Katarina and Vera.
At the wedding... You know how she insulted me?
Said I talk too much.
No, there's no accommodation anywhere.
Where would I fit so many people?
It'll be impossible.
-Yeah? -I'll kill myself.
Yes, yes. The little one got
salmonella yesterday and we skipped Russia.
Of course I wanted to invite you.
They wanted a modest wedding,
but I wouldn't hear of it.
From Serbia.
Yes. We know it all. What can I say?
When have I not been liberal?
Yes, isn't it 2026?
Some things we have to leave behind.
Screw them. I agree.
The general put it well:
Let's forget the past,
turn toward the future.
The whole crew would come?
-Yes.
And you on the bench too? The little one showed up.
-Sweetheart.
Talk soon. Hey.
-Good morning.
Why are you all up so early?
Why aren't you at breakfast?
There've been some small changes,
so we're sorting things out.
We decided to invite
just the closest family from Herzegovina.
Closest family, meaning 60.
-Don't lie. -Eat crap.
Eat crap. -Not 60 people,
60 buses. -It's fine!
Didn't you say you'd cut back
to save money and out of shame?
Dear, for your big day
we won't skimp.
Nor is it shameful.
Fine.
Going to get Nebojsa.
My head's pounding.
Yes.
Yes. Come by yacht.
-Everyone come.
Gaga will find a harbor
and there'll be no pirates.
There won't be a wedding in America.
They don't have visas either.
Come on. What snake?
The opposition planted all of that.
Of course.
-Yes.
Yes.
-Bye.
Sure?
Alright.
Damn it.
-What is it?
The bishop's coming. The Prime Minister's sending him.
-What does that mean?
It means we'll have
an Orthodox wedding.
Where will you find an Orthodox church here?
-Good day.
Marija,
you'll be on the phone
and with Budimir
you'll be arranging the guests.
Tell yours in Herzegovina
not to come in their own cars.
If the media see us, we're done for.
They'll crucify us.
Put them in two buses.
And woman, please, be moderate.
We don't have a dinar.
-So can it be 60?
Can be, but no weapons.
Milenko, be smart.
Their son is getting married.
It won't happen without five,
six Kalashnikovs.
And we need something for luck too.
Who knows what they'll bring.
Where will you find
an Orthodox church here?
Gaga found one.
Ten minutes on foot.
Damn it, it's a ruin,
but if it's held up this long,
it'll hold up till tomorrow too. -Ten minutes on foot.
My Ana is pregnant.
We'll carry her, Milenko.
-No, no, too heavy, my friend.
Heavier than Tough Life.
What's wrong with our church? It's beautiful.
You can see the sea from the bell tower.
-I know, but we're doing this on home turf.
You'll enjoy it, believe me.
It's the best option.
Listen to me.
Domagoj called me. EU.
-What does he want?
He wants a friendly handshake
with our faith.
Only such a reform
can push it through in the EU.
Why wasn't it necessary before,
and now it is?
Damn it, it wasn't public before.
Before we could do everything under the table.
It has to be a Catholic wedding.
-Fine.
I have to be honest with you.
My Prime Minister called me.
He's sending me the bishop.
He'll be here soon, right now.
If the wedding isn't Orthodox,
there'll be nothing of your business in Serbia.
What do we do now?
We'll have two weddings.
Orthodox and Catholic.
The first at two, the second at three.
If they ask you
whether it was Catholic, it was,
if they ask me whether it was
Orthodox, it was. We're not lying.
The only important thing
is that the priests never meet.
Ours is first. -No.
-I said first. -Damn it.
Thank you.
-Where are you headed?
To Crikvenica.
Thanks be to God.
-Now and forever, son.
I hope you traveled comfortably.
Nothing can be comfortable,
when it's announced only a day before.
At the last minute
they canceled Russia
and we had to
figure things out in a hurry.
Milenko, please tell me,
how did you imagine this?
-The wedding? Short.
If possible, short.
In three hours
I can make a Catholic out of him.
But if you install
new church doors,
it would make things much easier for me.
The doors are already being made.
We have one more condition.
I'm listening.
He has to take a test.
What kind of test?
Please, show me
where that apartment of mine is.
I'll explain it all on the way.
-Go ahead.
That...
God be with you, Your Grace.
Welcome.
I was worried you hadn't arrived yet.
Vuk, this isn't right.
-Really isn't right.
The bride is a sinner.
It's not their fault they're Croatian.
I offered them a hand of friendship.
Not that. She's pregnant.
I saw it with my own eyes.
That's harder to extend a hand to.
There's nothing we can do.
Anything's possible if you want it.
She could be made less sinful.
What do you mean? Less pregnant?
-No.
She could be made less outside of our faith.
If she doesn't want that, no wedding.
The Prime Minister sends his regards.
Milenko, what's this?
-Do you want to marry my Ana?
Of course.
-Then let me do the talking.
We need to finish this quickly.
Thanks be to God.
-Now and forever.
Go ahead. Can we do this fast?
Milenko,
step away from the test subject, please.
Alright...
More.
-Thanks. -I'm too far now.
To begin, let's cross ourselves.
Cross myself?
-Let's cross ourselves.
Let me see your hands.
No, no...
Don't do that.
There. In the name of the Father...
-In the name of the Father.
The Son...
-The Son...
And the Ho...
And the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
-Not bad.
Needs a little practice, but it'll do.
This is interesting.
What is vicarious repentance?
My child, are you ready?
For what?
-She's ready, Your Grace.
I don't understand
what I'm ready for.
Why are you holding this veil over me?
This is
protection from unclean forces.
Ana, are you a virgin?
-Yes.
Don't play games with God, Vuk.
Don't play games with God.
I meant pure in her faith,
Your Grace.
Have you ever sinned?
-No.
Never had sexual relations?
-Well, not yet.
Vuk, remove that veil,
I already said
I know the bride is pregnant.
Confirmation is... It's a transition.
-Transition...
Transition.
The child...
The adult world. -Into bloom.
-Into the world. -Into the adult world.
The child's transition into the adult world.
-Excellent. Is that enough?
Ana, are you ready to accept
the one true original faith?
Which one?
-Ours. She's ready. -When?
Now. Let's just start...
-Ana, don't be afraid.
This is like being born again.
The day of your rebirth.
What are the attributes of God?
Great.
-And?
Good.
-Good. -And?
Full of love.
-A bit more specific.
He's all-powerful.
All-po...
-All-powerful!
Bingo.
-Bravo. -Bravo.
You two are actually the perfect couple.
Bubimir!
Budimir. You know I'm Budimir.
Stop. As far as I'm concerned,
from now on you're Crapmir.
One thing you needed to do
properly.
For everything to go calmly and safely.
And that, as the whole world saw,
you screwed up. Now you're drinking water,
because you drank rakija yesterday.
Hydration is key.
Key was for you not to climb
on tables, dance under tables,
drink from a shoe,
cuddle up to snakes.
I had no
direct contact with the snake.
Boy, come here.
Bring him a double rakija.
-No, no. -Hurry up!
Let's save what can be saved.
We need to organize
the bride-buying ceremony. What is that anyway?
The bishop insisted the day
before the wedding be traditional.
Fine. Traditional.
So a horse.
Alright. Where's the horse?
-A horse?
Am I in a cave with an echo?
You mean a horse, the animal?
-Yes, I do.
Horse, domestic animal. Three words.
-Three letters.
Is this a custom of yours?
-No. That's not in the budget.
What am I buying it with?
Dear host.
-Louder.
Dear host,
I came upon my own horse,
to bring you honor
and happiness to you and all yours.
Honor and glory to you, host.
-Thanks, Marija.
Go ahead. -Screw them, are they
normal at all. Only they do this.
Host, do you have
a female creature in your house?
I have two. And a grandma.
Is there under your roof
a girl named Ana?
Under my roof there is a girl.
-Does she have cheeks red as apples,
and skin white as snow?
-Come on, Milenko. -Yes.
Both apple and snow, she has.
Will you receive me
and water me like my horse?
Water my horse.
Host...
For the hand of your daughter.
I came with a pure heart.
Damn it,
Marija, I don't know this bit.
Guest with a pure heart,
come under our roof, water your horse,
moisten your throat.
What gifts do you bring,
guest with a pure heart?
The whole state of Serbia.
-What the hell will we do with that?
Turn the page.
-Is there more?
The company "Lav," the company "Svetlo,"
a villa in Dedinje,
a house in Herceg Novi,
two apartments in Belgrade,
an apartment in Kopaonik...
-Two. -Two. Thanks, dad.
Two apartments in Kopaonik,
four cars, an excavator, a motorcycle, a scooter,
and a sailboat.
Just what's officially registered.
Not counting what's abroad.
Milenko, don't... Don't...
-Come on...
Guest with a pure heart.
You are entering a house
with 327 general stores,
with more than 15,000 employees,
with a mansion under Sljeme.
With a flower shop,
an apartment on Smiciklasova Street,
an apartment in London,
six apartments in Tribunj
right on the seafront,
with football club NK...
-Boss, this is being filmed. We're bankrupt.
This is all grandma's. Not mine.
Guest with a pure heart.
He transferred it to grandma.
Now it says Budimir. -Come on, Budimir.
This man's going to finish me off.
No...
-The horse has been watered.
Throat moistened, heart filled.
Host,
it's up to you to announce the news
and honor the people.
It'll be hard to fit everyone.
It's not centered.
God, bless this apple
and bless this rifle.
And bless the groom.
God, bless them.
Amen, amen.
-Come on.
Where's the bishop? -Grandma took him
to check out the church.
Tighten it, so it doesn't move.
-So it doesn't mo...
Wait till I get down!
-Wait. Lower it.
Why this house exactly?
-They'll sleep here after the wedding
and make their first child.
-Grandma's provoking. -So young.
Can I get a selfie?
-Sure, sure. -Thanks.
So my girlfriends
can see a real Ustasha.
Good luck, son.
-Come on. -Load it up.
Aim.
Shoot, Nebojsa.
The groom's a menace.
Then send him
to study in London.
You know how it is...
-It's fine.
Who's next
to continue this fine tradition?
I will, Your Grace. I will.
Shame on you.
-You don't even have a gun in hand yet.
His father will. -Go ahead, Vuk.
-Careful. Don't hit the veil.
Give it here.
-A menace!
What's this?
-They're shooting at the apple.
What are you laughing at?
-Nothing. -Could you hit it?
I'd hit the roof at least.
-Let's see you.
Let's see you.
-Come on.
Come on.
-Vuk, better to miss.
Careful, please.
Impossible. -Has anyone
of you been to war? -You're something...
You rigged it.
-I was in a war!
He doesn't mean that war.
-No one can fool me.
Put down the gun.
-You won't shoot anymore.
Put down the gun.
Watch out, boss!
-Tough Life, you whores.
Dad, I fixed that too.
-Go to hell.
Where are you, old lady?
Vuk,
the little one's the bright spot in the family.
Thank you.
-Bravo.
Let's run away.
Where? -Like in college.
We hop on the first bus,
disappear for two days.
We could marry at the registry office.
Or on a boat.
-What boat?
See a boat anywhere? -Boat,
ship, ferry, whatever.
As long as we're not here.
My dad will kill himself
if I do that to him.
Is he the one getting married?
-No.
We can't be that irresponsible.
And your dad's counting
on this wedding for his business too.
We agreed to that, Ana.
-As if we ever had a choice not to agree.
I don't know, but we agreed.
We can't be childish. -Do you realize
that tomorrow we'll be husband and wife?
You won't be.
Baby! Congrats, Nesho.
-Who's this?
Nebojsa, please, explain to her.
-Sorry, do we know each other?
Don't remember?
-Not really.
What is this?
What kind of fake photo is this?
Sweetie, it's not fake.
You can see it's the two of us.
Sweetie?
Sorry.
Jelena.
Nesa's official wife.
-What?
Don't remember Vegas?
-Vegas?
Kiz's bachelor party.
-Yes. There a little first...
Then we got married. -I swear,
I don't know this woman. -Let's go.
Still have that
teddy bear tattoo on your butt?
Now that we understand each other,
do you know bigamy
is a crime in Croatia?
What do you want?
Ana. Ana, you're pregnant,
don't run, dear!
Keep the photos. I have copies.
Ana! Ana!
Dear, open up, please.
Hey. Come out.
I swear I have no idea
who that woman is.
I really don't know.
I don't know where she got those photos.
You know I told you
I don't remember that night.
I don't know where that tattoo came from.
Seriously. Please, believe me.
Dear...
Hey.
I love you, damn it.
Come on.
You were right.
Let's run away. Let's go to the boat.
Let's ditch everyone.
This has crossed every line.
What do you say?
You need a doctor.
What's happening?
Is the guy broken?
Nesho...
I know lovers
suffer and pine constantly,
but focus, brother.
You only get married once.
In our case twice,
but actually...
In my case three times.
What would you like?
A job? At some state company.
I don't know. "Srbija Drvo."
Steady pay, pension,
health insurance, social security.
You'd be creditworthy.
You could spend all day painting your claws.
"Srbija Drvo."
-Let's say. Want "Lav"? What would you like?
"Srbija Drvo"?
I want to be a singer.
I want to record a song, a video.
I want to go on tour. I need money for that.
-What kind of singer?
A singer...
Your son's already married?
-I had no idea about any of that.
So? What do we do now?
Best to cancel.
-Not an option. -No.
It has to be tomorrow.
Gaga, do you know who I am?
I'm Tough Life.
Tough Life.
-We don't do rap for pennies.
Just for the chorus.
-There. -When in the chorus?
Just the chorus. -When? -Mica Cica
sang the chorus in two songs.
That's it. Like Mica Cica.
-No way. No.
I've got no cash on me.
-Sorry.
Just a quick consult.
Keep our friend company.
I understand and respect it all,
but that's how it is. One song.
Are you a rapper too?
-Trying to be.
I have a regular job too.
Come on, tell me.
-Notary. -Bravo.
Do you get that I'm not doing that?
-Yeah, but that's your Cica Mica thing.
I don't know what this lunatic's talking about.
What Cica Mica? -We have a problem.
What is it?
-Ana's not in her room. She's nowhere.
Nebojsa's gone too. -He's looking for Ana.
Apparently he needs more time. Wait.
Boss.
Little Milan, please, fix this for me.
-I think you should tell him...
Oh, Tough Life,
please, do this for your brother.
Fix this singer thing for me.
I'll fix it.
-That's it, little mouse.
I'm fine. Let's go.
-Go ahead of me.
I see you found everything out.
Why did I know nothing about this, Gaga?
Boss, I had no idea either,
but I'm handling it all.
Glad this family
handles everything honestly.
Great family. Excellent, top notch.
-Marija, stop, damn it.
Go to Ana and check
if there's any chance to calm things down.
Boss, that's problem number two.
Can't find them. Neither Ana nor Nebojsa.
Congratulations. You've screwed everything up.
-Us?
What did we screw up?
-Did I get married in Los Angeles?
In Las Vegas.
That's where he went as best man.
Got a little drunk and got a little married.
Madam, please, don't speak.
We apologize. Both of us apologize.
-Why are you apologizing, damn it?
Look how upset
the fake minister got.
Little bankrupt tycoon,
what are you strutting about?
Damn it, of course.
I knew with Serbs...
Now I'm in Croatia and never again!
I offered a hand...
Let's calm down a bit.
Nobody died.
Gaga and I will find them.
Hold this.
Everything's under control.
Crow.
Wild rooster.
Zola...
-That's it. Once more. -Zola.
That's it. Just sing it that way.
-If only I could...
Mrs. Jelena,
Mr. Tough Life, that means
you accept the proposal of Mrs. Dragana
from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?
I think we agreed.
-Excellent.
Gaga and Bubimir, be clear,
I'm only doing this for my brother.
So, listen up from the stage.
Young man, can I?
-Sure, brother. -Play it.
What can I say, y'all?
My dad paid for the recording.
When I drive, get out of my way,
I run reds cause red gets me lit.
My flag only rises for you.
Come on the hood, let me spin you round a bit.
Life is tough
and she ain't valued.
Legs around the pole she's twirling,
her ass has everyone whirling.
Shorty's ice cold,
but sly,
I'm running out of time,
cause here comes Jelena.
Red car, short skirt,
champagne on the table,
love me till it hurts.
Red car, short skirt.
Hey, Emile Zola,
jumping off the pier.
WELCOME
ANA & NEBOJSA
We're screwed. This won't fly.
I'll be in the opposition.
And I'll be in Bosnia.
I hope the kids are okay.
I hope they're fine.
Maybe they'll find them.
Hello?
Yes, it's me. He's here too.
We're coming.
Let's go right away.
-What is it?
Did they find them?
Good day.
-Hello.
Damn it...
Praise be to Jesus.
Hello, Your Grace. God be with you.
Shame on you, Vuk.
He sold his son for a handful of gold coins.
That's not true.
Did you think
I'd allow this disgrace?
Not in front of the guests. I'll explain everything.
-The Prime Minister will hear about this.
No need, we'll work it out.
Milenko, we'll sort it all out, right?
We'll sort it out.
We'll sort out nothing.
There's nothing to sort out with them.
-No, no.
We'll sort it out, but in our church.
-That's right. All of this is ours.
It will happen, son. It will.
You can still save your soul.
The wedding must be in our church
and by our customs.
Come, Vuk.
-Did they find them? Tell me something.
I don't see the kids anywhere. Just tell me...
-Dad... -Don't do this to me...
Go to hell!
-Praise be to Jesus.
Did mine arrive? -Mom, he's coming now.
-Give me a kiss. -I'll give you one.
Don't worry. Was everything alright?
-Missed you most.
Praise be to Jesus.
I didn't even know we'd...
It's fine. Marija...
-Praise be to Jesus. -Marija...
There's nothing to argue
about with them.
The ceremony starts in 20 minutes.
In an hour and 20 minutes. An hour and 20 minutes.
-In 20 minutes.
Does anyone even know
where the bride and groom are?
Where are they? -I don't know.
That's what I was asking you. -Leave it.
Gaga, what is it? Where are the kids?
-Budimir. -What was that?
Where are the kids? Where are the kids?
-Boss, no cursing.
Son!
There he is. Son.
-Son.
Grandma's first.
This is grandma's first.
Missed you most!
Grandma's first.
Where were you? Son...
-Everything's fine.
What happened, kids?
-Dear, will you tell them?
Alright, here it is.
I was completely fed up
and wanted to run from Nebojsa
and from all of you.
I saw a man with a boat,
begged him
to take me somewhere.
Anywhere. He wasn't sure
whether to give a pregnant woman a ride.
Nebojsa was looking for me, ran into two Czechs
and asked if they'd seen me.
Man, we don't understand a word.
We're Czech tourists, get it?
Meanwhile, the two of us
went to the island across the way.
That was in turn seen
by a nice Japanese tourist couple,
who ran into Nebojsa.
Of course, man?
We saw her go by boat.
Pregnant as a fridge.
Nebojsa rented a pedal boat
and pedaled fast that way.
Fine, quickly... Pedaled.
When he got there, he panicked,
because at first he didn't see me.
Then, fully dressed, he went
into the sea after me.
Which wasn't exactly the best idea.
Uncle Vuk,
you really should
teach him to swim.
That's when I realized he'd do
anything for me and that he loves me.
And I was such a fool toward him.
And he even hurt himself
getting out.
I stepped on a sea urchin!
So we stayed on the beach that afternoon.
Actually, all night.
A wedding maybe
isn't the worst thing in the world,
if two people decide
to stay together forever.
And in the morning little Milan,
sorry, Tough Life told us:
Why don't you get married on a boat?
It's close by.
You get it, said Gangster.
Really, I'm a notary.
I can sort out
all your paperwork.
And that's what we did.
We made rings out of seaweed,
the man with the boat married us,
and Young Gangster
certified it all.
It was really sweet
and horribly romantic.
And that's how we got married.
-How ugly.
And where were the witnesses?
When we came back and went to the boat,
we ran into Budimir and Gaga.
Gaga said:
Hello, what are you two doing here?
I think the poor things
had been looking for us all night.
I do.
I do.
And that's how the two of them
became our witnesses.
And honestly, it was wonderful.
There you go. Our job's done.
I think we can celebrate.
Vuk, the Prime Minister insists
the wedding be Orthodox, ours.
No, no, no.
Not an option. No.
You won't tell us
in our own country,
where and how the sacred sacrament
of marriage is performed.
Is all this really that important?
Dad, are the apartments and shops
really more important to you than me?
Dad, please, don't settle the metro
through my child.
What did I do?
-Nothing, nothing.
What is it, dear?
-It's nothing.
Her water broke!
Call a car!
-Milenko!
Let's go.
-Where's the nearest hospital?
I know!
Follow me! Just follow me!
Where do I go?
-To my car!
Which way?
God will show us the way.
Dear, are you okay?
-No! -Hold on, sweetheart!
I'm holding on, mom!
-Not you! Ana. What's this?
Seriously? What have they done to us?
What thieves these Ustashas are.
Perfectly executed.
What do we do now?
-Ana!
I know! Harbor!
-Which harbor? -Doesn't matter!
We'll take the boat to the hospital! Follow me!
-To the boat! -Come, Milenko!
Ana, hang on! Breathe!
What is this? Are you people normal?
-Get that bitch out of my sight!
Please, get lost. -Milenko,
we won't make it. Let go of her.
I'm letting go.
Let go.
-Damn it.
Breathe. Anyone have alcohol?
-Give it here, give it here.
What now?
There.
Let me up front.
-Why? -You surely don't want to watch.
Fine, makes sense. -Push!
-Push! -Milenko.
I can't.
-Not now, donkey. Give him water.
Here.
Let her push!
Now.
Breathe in and out.
-Just breathe. -Let me up there.
Push, push!
-Give mine some water too!
I've got soda water.
Push.
-Come on, dear. Come on, sweetheart.
Breathe in and out.
-Just breathe.
Breathe. I am breathing, idiot!
-Alright. Dad!
Yes?
-Looks like she's giving birth!
Come on, dear.
-Hard. -Come on already.
Push hard now.
Hard! Come on, dear!
There it goes, there it goes.
-It's coming out.
It's out!
The boat's here.
Over here!
Hello!
Wait.
To the baby.
-He's looking at me. Look at grandma. Look.
What a lovely family we are.
What a day.
Can I hold him a bit?
The baby's adorable.
He's lovely.
Little Slobodan.
What Slobodan? -Slobodan
Dimitrijevic. After my father.
What is it?
-Nothing.
You got the surname,
the first name, no.
You want him named Milenko?
Better Tough Life than Slobodan.
So you suggest something.
-Domagoj.
Domagoj, yes.
Something neutral? Zivojin.
-No.
Zdeslav. -What's that? -Don't know,
but it's better than Zivojin.
Strahinja.
-Is that a boy's name or a girl's?
Franjo.
Now you're just messing with me.
Trifun. Trey.
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