Falsifier (2013) - full transcript

FORGER

Long live our dear comrade Tito.

That was echoing every 25th of May.

That spring day,
a day that belongs to the young,

their holiday
and a birthday present to a man

that always streamed and fought
for their brighter and happier future.

Celebration of Youth day
has culminated with spectacle

at the football grounds
of "Yugoslav People's Army" in Belgrade.

Program watched by Tito, his wife
and highest leader of the country

was created by 8.000 performers.

Young men with guns,



marines with oars,
girls in red and white costumes,

performed the penultimate part
of the program.

Performed in a meticulous order

it made an impressive picture.

In the end they created a big heart
made of soldiers hands

and the girls in the middle,
looking like flower arrangement.

I saw him coming out.

I was by the ticket office
when he walked past.

He was medium build,
around 170 cm...

Everything started, I think,
back in 1968.

Until then, life here
was carefree and happy.

And then that thing
happened in Belgrade.

As I walked in it was horrifying.

I think the cinema was called
"20th October".



I vaguely remember that,

I was only 15 and the news
did not interest me much,

but it was a big thing at the time.

- Horrifying...
- Mirjana, turn off that radio, please.

I am working.
I need to concentrate.

I found a woman, bloodied face...

...screaming.

I looked down...

and I realized...

she had no legs.

She had no legs!

Did you see what happened in Belgrade?

To kill and maim so many people...

who could have done that?

What kind of people are they?

Serbo-croat language?

Give him A.

A.

- Maths?
- A.

You would like all top marks.

Man that is good at humanity's
usually is not so good at science

- ...and vice versa.
- That's right.

- Shall we give him C?
- We will give him "B"...

and that will make it overall grade B.

- From which school would he graduate?
- High school...

Leather technician.

He'll finish with B, so God bless him.

I wish he'd bless us too.

Everybody gets something from you
but us never!

Mirjana, I told you before,
I am not doing this to benefit from it.

You can explain that when they...

Nobody will touch me.
I'm not a criminal like someone else.

What are you then?

They falsify money,
artifacts, documents...

- Certificates are not documents then?
- Kids, stamps...!

I am a Headmaster.

My job is to issue certificates.

If only we don't have to run again.

Now we twist it a bit...

so is not that visible.

Ink!

Now Drago, you are a man at last.

Only when you graduate

you are ready for life.

I knew it!

All clear.

It's only Smajo.

What happened?

Good day, good people!

- Have you done the polls tickets?
- Of course, as usual.

- How many fixed odds?
- 5.

Listen: Partizan, Dinamo,
Crvena Zvezda, Sloboda and my Celik.

Great, how much is my half?

800.320 combinations again.

Miro, where is the money
for electricity?

They will cut us off again, Andjelko!

- Good morning, comrade Headmaster!
- Good morning, dear children.

We don't have bread in the house

and you are throwing all that money
on the lottery!

This is safe investment, Miro,

once we get it right

we will all benefit from it.

When is that going to happen?

- It has to happen, once.
- There is no profit without a risk.

That's right, partner.
I'll be off, before they close...

- Good morning, Comrade Headmaster.
- You are late!

Smajo, what are the odds?

Up yours, Smajo!

There were 17 nationalities
in our village, at the time.

They spoke different languages,
followed different traditions

but it didn't stop as interacting
and respecting one another.

Thinking about what has preceded
these demonstrations, I have realized

that the revolt that has existed
within young people,

within students, came spontaneously.

I have realized

that huge number of students,
90% of them,

are honest youth

that we did not have
taken proper care of.

Hello, neighbor.

Any news?

Student demonstrations in Belgrade.

- What's up with them?
- I don't know,

but Comrade Tito is sided with them.

Sided with those who are against him?

They didn't know the truth.

And, truth is?

It was not him stealing,

they were lower ranks.

Come on Andjelko, don't be stupid.

Look at his clothes,
like a tzar, Napoleon.

Drago, can't you understand?

Sit down!

He represents Yugoslavia.
Yugoslavia is expected

to lead Non-Aligned countries,
which are half of the world.

They look to the one
who has most feathers on his head,

and follow him like a god.

Asians, Africans and
rest of the colored,.

are used to
listen to the chiefs.

That's the way he dresses up.
Stand up!

Congratulations, Comrade Glavinic.

Thank you, my friend.

- I owe you.
- Oh, no!

You have deserved that
with your hard work.

Yes, but authorities
are asking for certificate.

Bureaucracy.

They are worse than the thieves
those students are demonstrating against.

You are right. I'll ask you
to take this now...

Here, have more...

I told you before, I am not doing this
to benefit from it.

I do it for the people
that deserve certificates,

but never had a time
to go to school.

Still, I don't understand
why you wouldn't you take it?

Because I don't want to do
anything suspicious

There is not many honest people
left around.

There is, but we don't like
showing off.

We keep quiet and do our work.

I will never forget this.

You better forget.

We don't want any problems later.

All right then.

- Hello Miro.
- Hello.

Don't let Andjelko find out,
please, he'll kill me.

Don't worry, it's between me
and the driver.

You have to live of something,
don't you?

He doesn't want to hear about it...

I know!

- Onions, do you want some?
- Well, yes, please.

Just take it.

- That's enough.
- Come on, a bit more.

- Thank you, Drago.
- It's nothing, nothing at all.

Results of last fixtures of Yugoslav
football championship,

season '67-'68.

1968 was a strange year.

We heard the news that all of the world
was taken by some sort of madness.

Something like World Youth Revolution.

That would not concern me much
if strange things

didn't start happening to us too.

Dad...

Wait a bit. I am finishing
the certificate for Djuro.

- He's got a job as a security guard...
- Dad...

...in the Culture Center
but he has no school at all.

Let us tell you...

And I thought... C grade
and excellent behavior.

It seems we won the jackpot...

And at least 10 second prizes...

Have they announced the prize?

- They have. Record breaking.
- At least a hundred millions.

- How much?!
- A hundred millions.

Half goes to Smajo.

Why? It's four of us
and he is on his own.

Shame on you, Mirjana!

50 millions is not enough?!

- I want a bike.
- I want scooter.

I need a fridge. And a new dinning set
for 12...

And a TV. Everybody but us has one.

Wait, there are so many in need.

This is our money.

You skimp and saved for 8 years
because of this,

and now that we got lucky

we got to share it
with god knows who.

Come in! Don't just stand there.

You have done it...

Congratulations.

Mirjana! Drinks!

Look at him,
he is in a bit of a shook...

Maybe it isn't as much
as you thought...

It isn't.

No?

Nothing.

Nothing?!

Kids, why did you lie to me?!

We didn't, Dad...

It's not kids, it's me.

- You haven't paid in?
- No, I have...

So what's the problem?

I didn't pay in 320 combinations...

So, how many then?

32.

So it's not full system.

We haven't got anything.

You are mistaken.

It's nicely written here

320 combinations.

I added a 0...

You have...

Why?

For years we have been paying

320 and now...

This is not the first time, is it?

Since when are you doing this?

From the beginning?

Unbelievable.

I thought all of us
would have heart attack.

Really, all that money...

And you know,

he was not sorry
for the money at all.

What was he sorry about then?

He said: "I am sorry
that my friend has betrayed me."

I think he has lost it a bit.

Really, all that money
and he is worried about Smajo...

Miro, give us one more round.

That year was in every way
different than the others.

It started with bad signs.

Apart from village and food store,

in which our mother worked,
being flooded,

the tax inspector paid
a surprise visit.

Is someone smoking here
or am I imagining?

Mirjana?

Well, I don't know, I was...

Is someone, maybe,
drinking alcohol?

Not really...

- What's this then?
- Floods have brought it in.

Would you kindly give me a Vinjak?

- Liter?
- No, 0.05.

This is open?!

Would you please pass me
another one.

What is this now?
This one has been opened too.

Interesting.

It's all right, what do I owe you?

A hundred...

And how much is a liter?

A thousand...

Liter is a thousand
and 0.05 is a hundred?!

That is a recommended
retail price...

Is it possible that Vinjak,
from these big bottles,

has found its way
in these little bottles?!

Sorry?

I am asking if you are pouring drinks
from big bottles

into small ones
and making double money?!

Not long after, gossip has started
in our village,

that there is something going on
between Janez, our local Vet,

and Slavica, the wife
of our neighbor Drago.

I have to admit, I did not quite
understand what was all that about,

all I knew was that from there on,
everything went down hill.

What is it, Slavica?

When are you going to take me in
for a treatment?

Excuse me?

Look at the Drago's make up
on Slavica.

He has beaten her up.

You know what they say,

if man doesn't beat you,
he doesn't love you...

Even though I wasn't interested
in the stories of the men

in front of mum's shop,

this time it looked
there was something in it.

From the moment Slavica
was taken to the hospital

things had started to speed up.

What's wrong with her?
Lady's things?

- She is not ill...
- So what is it?

She is cheating on me.

With a Vet.

With Janez?

Are you sure?

She admitted to me this morning.

I questioned her...

...all night.

The most important thing is,
it's not something on her lungs.

She lost her way
and she will find it again.

I don't think so. Not after
what I did to her last night.

- Speak up!
- I was not with him.

Don't lie to me!

- Is he better looking?
- No...

- Is he nicer than me?
- No...

- Does he fuck better?
- No...

I mean, I don't know!

You should not beat your wife.

I know.

- But that's not the worst of it.
- What is it then?

I went to the police
this morning,

to chief Popovski.

You've come to admit it all.
I know.

I've heard what you've done.

I'm not reporting myself. Him!

- Whom?
- The Slovenian.

Wait a bit.

Why him?

But he didn't do anything wrong.

He didn't commit a crime.

Morally yes, but in the eyes
of the law he didn't.

Treating animals
with false certificate?

Wait a second.

You told Popovski that Vet
has a false certificate?

Does he not?

And that I have given it to him?

Popovski knew it was one of yours.

He is giving you
until tonight to disappear

and only then
would he arrest the Slovenian.

To disappear?
What about my family?

Popovski said you should hide somewhere
until the dust settles.

To hide?

Where?

I don't know.

I'm sorry Andjelko, I had to.

- Andjelko?
- It's me.

I'm taking over from Ljubo.

Is that so. Thank you.

Not at all, I owe you.

How is that?
I don't even know you.

It was hairdressing school.

I made you
a hairdressing certificate.

Not for me, for my daughter.

- I don't remember.
- It doesn't matter, I do.

- I don't want to be in the way...
- Not a word!

Your room is waiting.
Let's go.

That is how Dad's
illegal faze started.

It was out of the question
to hide around the village,

so he ran to a big city.

His conspirators were owners
of false certificates

that he has given to them
who knows when.

Was it from being grateful
or from fear of being found out

yet they organized
an intricate hiding web.

Can I have a popcorn?

Have it all.

Wake up!

Let's go.

What about me?!

I'll be back.

We saw Dad next, in the winter.

Smajo brought a telegram that said

that uncle Dadomir
will be waiting for us

on Wednesday, in a coffee shop.

We never heard of that uncle,

but we realized
it was a code for Dad...

What would you like?

Nothing.

Nothing?

OK, two glasses of water.

Water?

Boys, can I get you something?

I'll have an orange.

A soda.

I'll have a lemonade. May I?

How are you?
How is mother?

We are all fine, don't worry.

Mom sends you roasted chicken.

Everybody is asking about you.

We don't say anything,
just as we agreed.

And where did you say
that you are going today?

To buy notebooks and books
for school.

Excellent. Who is the Headmaster?

- Some Dick.
- Sorry?

That's his name.
He came from Petrinja.

Mick Dick.

When are you coming home?

When Popovski says it's clear.

He should have been here by now...

You may go as well.
I'll wait on my own.

He said you helped him
15 years ago.

Rodic.
Do you remember him?

No.

But he will recognize me.

You should just go.

I am in a hurry.

I should really leave.
Goodbye.

Thank you once again.

Good afternoon.

Milosevic? Andjelko?

It's me.

You don't recognize me?

I'm afraid I don't.

Try again.

I really don't, Comrade Rodic.

I was told I did something for you
15 years ago...

Rodic?
No, it's Suljo.

We sat together in school!

- Suljo Mandzuka?
- Yes.

I would never recognize you.

I won't have anything.

A cream cake.
In fact, give me two.

I'm on a diet,
but you don't live forever.

You live here?

No. I am passing through,

waiting for a friend, Rodic...

What kind of friend...
you thought that I was him.

More of an acquaintance.

And what do you do?

Civil service.

Export/Import?

Diplomatic service?

No. Security.

National security.

By the time I eat this cake,
you get ready and off we go.

Where to?

With me,
to see what paperwork you do.

To whom are you giving
false diplomas to.

Sit down.

Great cream cakes.

Rodic, you said?

You motherfuckers,
the both of you.

What are you doing here,
you poor bastard?

Here are the biggest criminals

that mother Earth has ever held.

Here, the one in the corner,

he slaughtered a whole family,

all four of them.
Isn't that right, Ljubinko?

Away from me!

And the little one, Miljenko.

What do you think he has done?

Look at him, like a girl.

He blew up 50 people!

Where did you plant the bomb,
you little Nazi?

Or this guy, Enes.

He, they say,
wanted to create an Islamic republic,

but he didn't, honest to God.

He is jailed because of his cap.

Turkish cap, what do you call it?

Ahmedia, is it?

You'd rather give your life...

...but your cap, no way.

And me, Veselin Vucic...

I've been here for 18 years.

Kill me now if I am guilty!

In fact, I am.

I am.

I am.

I am guilty...

for believing in Tito,
double-dealing bastard.

On "Naked Island"
seagulls don't fly,

work brigades are working hard
hurray, hurray!

Stop that, man!

Hip hurray for Tito!

Come down, Veselin!

Hurray!

"Party is my mother,"

"Beacon of light in the gloom"

Nothing.

- Is this any good?
- Excellent.

Sorry, I have forgotten you.

If, comrade Veselin,
I hear one more word

you going in the "hole".
Is that clear?

For a long time, we didn't know
where Dad was.

But the prison warden told us

that he is okay and not to worry

because he's given
special treatment.

What do you want?

Who are you?

And why didn't Kangrga beat you?

- I don't know.
- Bollocks, you don't know.

- Snitch?!
- No. I'm a forger.

- What are you?
- A forger.

I made false certificates,
but I overdid it a bit.

I made 15 hundred of them.

My neighbour reported me.

In fact, he thought that
someone with my diploma

had something with his wife and...

Getting ready for jihad.

What does that mean?

Oi, Nazi!

You are getting too big
for your boots.

I only ask for translation.

Oh, alright then. Sorry.

My Lord, you are the salvation,
and from you, we receive salvation.

Blessed is one that possesses
greatness and generosity.

Hats off to you!

What about us
who don't believe in Allah?

God is one.

- What are you writing?
- What do you care?

I'm only asking...

I'm making a list of villains and crimes
that were done to me.

Not to be forgotten.

Does He know that you're doing time?

- Who?
- He.

Comrade Tito.

What do you mean?

- Does He personally know?
- Yes.

Of course not.

He is a mass murderer
and the biggest criminal in the world.

Have you ever thought
of writing to him?

To explain your situation,
to tell him it's a mistake.

For 18 years I'm resisting

and I'll resist for another 118!

Nobody breaks Veselin Vucic

and never will.

"Stand up, all
victims of oppression..."

Please, don't!

- "Arise, you branded by a curse"
- He'll kill us all!

When he finds out,

he will certainly do something.

I'm certain...

You've worked hard, haven't you?

To whom did you...

To start with I remembered,

afterwords...

In the court just say:
"I don't remember anything".

And that's it.

But why?

You said you don't remember anything.

Let's leave it like that.

Comrade Warden.

- May I ask you something?
- Feel free.

Why doesn't Kangrga ever beat me up?

Sorry?

He was ordered not to.

Would you please order him
to beat me too?

Why?

In the cell, they think I'm a snitch.

All right, if you insist.

One more thing?

If you could...

post this letter.

- Kangrga opens the mail.
- You don't say?

No problem.

You are writing to him personally?

Miljenko, calm down.

What is it, Teach?

You see them, don't you?

Who?

People from the cinema.

Nightmares?

No.

I don't feel sorry for them.

I did it for my people.

Croatia will be independent
one day.

Yugoslavia is a deathbed of nations.

All right,
but when you planted the bomb,

did you look around?

Have you remembered a face?

Name of the film?

No.

I don't.

How can you live with it?

I don't have to live with it.

No?

Someone else is eaten by it.

Who?

My brother.

Vinko, he carries it.

Why?

- What has he done?
- All of it.

I only went with him.

I wasn't even 16,
they didn't trust me

with such serious thing.

Vinko was 22.

Wait a second.

Are you telling me...

that he planted the bomb?

He took it in under his jacket.

Where were you?

In the park next to the cinema.

Where is he now?

Don't know.

In Germany, Stuttgart I suppose.

They don't let me have any visits
or mail.

If he planted the bomb...

why are you here?

I'm underage.

Can't get death penalty.

10 years in juvie the most.

That's why they chose me.

10 years is not much.

You got 10 years?

No, I'm waiting for a hearing.

Time in here will be counted,

isn't it, Teach?

Give it!

Give it!

This is why you're here
and you still haven't had enough.

You've got mail, Comrade Veso.

How come?

No one ever writes to me.

Tito's office.

Provocation!

Read it!

Let us hear
what he has to say to you.

Comrade Veselin,

I have read your complaints
as to a conduct

- of some officials during your time...
- What complaints?

I assure you, authority's will look
into all possible irregularities...

I never complained to anyone.

if it's concluded that guards
or higher ranking officers

in the correction facility

have injured you
physically or morally

they will be penalized strongly.

Josip Broz Tito.

Did I, Veselin, ever caused you

"physical or moral harm"?

This is what we do.

You are going to the Hole,

for a month or two,

to think how much
and who has harmed you.

Right?

Come on!

Make sure someone takes
my notebook to safety,

in case I don't come back.

About that notebook...

well...

during my first visit,
Dad gave me the notebook,

together with chicken leftovers
and whispered to take it out.

Everything would've been just fine
if I didn't pop out of the bus

to buy a ticket for Melano.

I'd never been to the circus before
and this was my last chance.

Respected guests!

Through the world of magic,
mystic and fantasies

you will be taken by

the world famous thief,

illusionist and hypnotist

Bora III.

Let's see, who wants
to be hypnotized.

Quickly! Volunteers?

You, don't be shy.

Why are you hiding?

Here is a brave one. Bravo!
What's your name?

- Slobodan.
- Bravo! Applause!

There I met a man who somehow
changed my life.

He was a honest thief by trade,
but he never took anything from me.

He gave me something that became
the most important thing in my life

Your eyelids are heavy.

You are falling asleep.

You are sleeping.

There is a girl in front of you.

Dark hair

pale skin

with almond colored eyes.

You are in love with her.

She loves you.

Relax.

She is touching you.

Gently.

You lay down in the grass.

You cannot live without her.

Together forever.

Studying?

No, I am Hafiz.

You are what?

Memorizer.

One that knows Qur'an by heart.

You don't have to read at all?

When we did something wrong
the priest would make us

say the Hail Mary a hundred times.

That's different.

We have taken the vows from those
who call themselves Christians.

Allah will let them know
what have they done.

You are completely out of tune!

They took your cap and you lost it.

Have a fucking cap!

You are like everyone, that he makes.

He forgives

and he punishes.

Allah is the ruler in heaven
and on Earth,

and everyone goes back to him.

I believe in Jesus

so fuck you and that Allah of yours.

Do you hear?

Sinners are those
that say God is savior,

son of Mary.

Who can stop Allah
to destroy your savior,

son of Mary and everybody on Earth
if he wants to?

Say another word
and I will strangle you.

As long as I follow Allah's path,

as a martyr I am dying,

and if that is his pleasure.

Blessed will be dismembered
body of mine.

Shame on you!

Let him go!

Shame on you!

Shame on you!

Shame on you!

Shame on you!

Let him go!

Fuck off, you Nazi!

God is one!

- One death penalty is not enough?
- No, it is.

Miljenko, get ready for tomorrow.

Your hearing begins.

- Tomorrow?
- Yep.

Today is your birthday.

You are not a minor anymore.

That is quite something.

Get out.

No offense, it's my job.
Nothing personal.

I know.

It was just a question of time
till I was found out.

That's the way to look at it.

There is a way
to improve your situation.

How?

To cooperate.

It will be taken in consideration
in court.

I would cooperate, but...

I don't remember all those people.

That's not what I meant.

No?

Those are some serious bastards
in your cell.

Veseline, Stalin supporter,
then that little Nazi...

That one.

He's innocent.

What do you mean?

The bomb was planted by his brother.

When it happened, he was a minor.

They thought he couldn't get
death penalty so he took the blame.

Who are they?

His people from Stuttgart,
Germany.

- Nazis?
- I don't know.

You don't know?
Nazis, bloody motherfuckers!

- What's his brother's name?
- Vinko.

Those Court bastards...

they prolonged the case
until he was 18

and now they've got him.

He will go down for something
he did not do.

What else did he say?
Any names?

I need a favor.

This letter...

Could you post it?

They open the mail here.

To whom are you writing?

Comrade Josip Broz Tito,

Presidency, Belgrade.

You had all the checkups?

They will send an innocent man to death.

Listen.

Fuck you and your kindness.

You are an egoist.
You are a sick man.

You, helping people?
Bollocks you are!

People are evil! The world is evil!
Remember that!

Everybody, your little Nazi too,

they'd rather see you suffer
than be happy.

So fuck them all forever and ever!

Forever and ever!

You going to send my letter?

- You taking a piss?
- Yes or no?

I'll send it.

Let Comrade Tito see
how mad you are.

In the meantime animals in our village
started dying.

When farmers brought a sick pig
in front of the police station,

Popovski got rid of the complaint
against the Vet.

He said, he doesn't want
any problems because of him.

Everybody has Dad's diplomas, anyway.

Veterinarian? Janez, it's you?

My sow is having piglets.
Could you come urgently?

Great. I'll wait.

And as if nothing happened,
Janez was back to work

and everyone was happy...

except our neighbour Drago.

As he later put it,
something was eating him inside

that he could not sleep.

Drago, what's with you?

Kneel!

Kneel next to a sow!

Now sing.

- Excuse me?
- Excuse you as much as you like.

Sing!

- What should I sing?
- What you sang to my Slavica.

- I sang to Slavica?
- You did.

Those rude ones.

Don't understand. What rude...

Don't play stupid.

Every day you sang dirty,
after dirty song,

until she...

gave in.

She could take no more.

Sing!

Janez sang, that day, all he knew,

with the exception
of the "Sunshine Goes Down."

That he wouldn't sing,
at the cost of life.

Drago didn't insist,

it was enough to see the Slovenian sing
all his romantic repertoire to a sow.

How did I go so wrong?
I beat Slavica for nothing.

What could the poor woman do?

No one knows how long that lasted.

While the drunks in front of the shop
told the story, over and over,

I've realized that I will never
fully understand

why love has to be so complicated...

Logical. They waited
till you are 18 to sentence you.

Why doesn't your brother admit it?
He's letting you go to death.

- What kind of brother is he?
- Dead one!

He was killed in Stuttgart
last week. Mother told me.

How? Who...

Secret police, mother said.

They knew everything.

Someone snitched.

But who?

Come on, Miljenko.

Don't shit yourself.
What are you afraid of, death?

Life is just a big scum,
bigger than Andjelko's forgeries.

I've been lied to whole my life.

When I was a boy,
my parents promised me

sweets and toys to go to bed.

In the morning

the bastards are playing stupid!

When I grew up,
everything was the same.

My best friend sold me out.

He grassed me to police
for stealing a car radio.

Sleazebag, sang after two slaps.

My girlfriend...

She cheated on me. With anybody.

She only hasn't slept
with those who were in a hurry.

But she wouldn't have me
all that often.

Had to beat her senseless
just to take her knickers down.

My Dad was an officer.

He got me a job.

I started... getting to work
on time and that...

but my colleague from the office
started taking things from me.

I caught him one day.

Hands in my drawer,
looking for something.

I grabbed him. "What are you doing?"

He said "Looking for indigo paper,
I need to type something".

I made indigo from him.
Beat him senseless.

I didn't kill him...

he just lost an eye.

Of course, I got the sack
and two years prison.

I get released, go home,
parents are conveniently dead,

flat empty... I said to myself:

Great, Ljubinko, new beginning.
But bollocks!

My neighbor. Above me...

He was some sort of a church goer,
restorer or something.

Smoke in the hallway, everywhere.
Smells like in a fucking church.

I went upstairs to tell him
to sort it out.

His wife opens, gives me a look.

I told her nicely to tell her husband

to stop all that, it's unbearable,
all that smoke.

She slams the door in front of my nose.

Next day, I meet his son
in the hallway.

Little sod, with hair.

I told him

to tell his father not to go around
with that church stuff.

He looks at me all drugged up
and sneaks past me, the little fucker.

I already had insomnia,
couldn't sleep at night.

I'm wandering around...

I was coming back, one night,

when I found his daughter
snogging with some jerk.

I grabbed him for an ear.
I didn't want to rip it off

but he was resisting.

Her, I didn't hit that hard,
just in passing.

She started screaming, crying.
She ran, fuck knows where.

Sometime later, knock on my door.

It was him. Came to complain
because of his daughter.

I said: "Listen, neighbour..."

He put his foot in the door!

I said:

"Wait for me and remember
where you are at,"

"I'll be back to explain it all to you."

I went to the bedroom,
took a bayonet,

it's my father's from the war,
you see...

You killed him?

No, I had discussions
with him all night?!

I lost it!

Went upstairs, made havoc.

The wife I killed right there,
in the doorway.

But, the boy...

He started running around the flat.
I had to chase the little fucker.

Run this way, that way. If it wasn't
for his hair I wouldn't catch him.

The worst was his daughter.

I couldn't find her.

She hid.

I looked everywhere. It was as if
the Earth had swallowed her.

I was about to give up

when I heard a noise...

Not in the flat, outside.

I just...

That was it.

I don't regret killing them.
Not at all.

And I'm not regretting

that very soon I'll be leaving
this cheap scum called life.

Look what I made for you.
Everything that you like.

Drago sends you home brew.

The solicitor said that the Judge
is on our side.

- What's the judge's name?
- Djordjevic.

Is that the one you did
the final essay for?

It's not, that's someone else.

Maybe he has your diploma, anyway.

I'm not interested.

Not interested?

I'm guilty.

I want a fair hearing.

Are you in your right mind?

A fair hearing in the country
where everybody steals and cheats?!

I can't lie anymore.

I had enough.

How are the kids?

Jugoslav issues driving licenses now.

He works in the police?

No.

So how does he do it?

Eggs.

Remember how you copied
a military college stamp,

with a hard-boiled egg?
See, the boy remembered,

got himself some blank forms,
and it's a production line.

Slobodan?

He wants to become an illusionist.

What?

Since he went to circus, he wants
to be an illusionist or die.

What about you?

I need a job. There is no other way.

- Who is going to employ you now...
- Janez said I could work in the Vet's.

It's nice of him to want to help.

I need a diploma.

Any diploma.

I can't.

Why?

You made it so many
and you don't want for me?

It's not that I don't want to.

I can't anymore.

Comrade Ljubinko, wake up.

It's time. Come on.

You are going to a death row.

What about the appeal?

There is no appeal. Come on.

No, there is.

Let me be. I won't go.

Come down.

I don't want to go!

Veso, don't let them
take me, please.

- Let go of me!
- Save me, brother!

I'm innocent, Kangrga!

I was not even in the cinema.

Understand?

They chose me because I was a minor!

Allah, master of the worlds,
we pray to you...

Kangrga, why do you never hit me?

- Fuck off, you snitch!
- I'm not a snitch, you animal!

I'm a forger!

Now I had it!

Father was saved from certain death,
from crazed Kangrga,

by a huge earthquake that hit

Banja Luka that 29th, October 1969.

Move, you fucker!

Are you alive?

From the ruins of the prison,
only one prisoner escaped.

The others did not think about it
at the time

or like our father, didn't want
to use the ideal situation.

Considering that

accused didn't charge
for his services,

as well as

the lack of

evidence about the quantity

of certificates that my client,
allegedly issued...

Allegedly?! There are...

Please, don't interrupt me.

I demand not to be interrupted!

Please colleague, don't interrupt.

Continue.

The investigation procedures,
filled with the inconsistencies

and vague statements...

My apologies, how...

We have 14 witness statements...

We believe that the accused
has committed a few minor offenses,

not realizing

the consequences

of his actions...

I knew the consequences.

Accused, don't interrupt!

I knew what I was doing!

Please, don't speak anymore.

This is not a court trial!

This is a farce!

Security, remove the accused!

I have to be sentenced!

People! I'm guilty!

I want a fair hearing!

Defense, continue.

Are you saying,

- they have dropped the charges?
- Yep.

The lack of evidence.

Another hearing?

No.

Great.

- Couldn't be better...
- Yes.

The godless will be judged by the sword.

What happened to my notebook?

My younger, he lost it in a circus.

Child...

Are you ready, forger?

Sorry, I wouldn't want to

impose any "physical or moral harm".

Don't worry.

I'll find the way to inform
Comrade Tito about your case.

He will have to listen to me.

So, was I right?

The snitch!

Isn't he?

Please...

don't help us anymore,
we are fucked as it is.

While Dad was in prison,
life was just fine.

Jugoslav made good money
from driving licenses

and mom worked at the Vet's.

We didn't lack anything.

But, after release Dad started acting
pretty strangely.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

Why don't you study?

- I have finished it all.
- Do something!

Tidy up your things!

We have to start living
like a normal people.

Every moment is precious.

What is it?

You are not doing this
under my roof.

- Why not?
- It's a crime.

You could go to prison for that.

Is that so? And you are going
to tell me.

So, why wasn't I sentenced?

The judge had your diploma, that's why.

Half of the country has your diplomas.
They will have to treat you like

the apple of their eye,
otherwise they are all fucked.

Stop it. Jugoslav, don't!

You have forged your own certificate.
You think I don't know?

Is this your signature?

Son, I have deserved that.

For years I worked on myself.

Catching up with all that I missed.

Nobody had any complaints.
I was an excellent teacher!

Remember this, Jugoslav.

Your father is the greatest man
in Yugoslavia.

It is because he didn't have a diploma,
that he knew the curriculum

better than any professor
in any high school.

Your father dedicated his whole life

to the greatness of this country.

If it wasn't for him, the thousands
would be without a work

and their children
would be hungry today.

Does he sing to you?

Sorry?

Janez.

Does he sing to you
those dirty songs?

What are you on?

Yes, he does.

Then, suddenly Dad got ill.

Lajos, the doctor in the village,
suspected lung cancer.

You know Andjelko,

the cancer is at an early stage.

The chances of recovery are great.

I knew it was not dangerous.
If the doctor said so...

Only, on his wall is a diploma
with my signature.

Really?

So what? He could still be
a good doctor.

Wait a bit.

If he has a Dad's diploma...

- ...then he...
- Exactly. He does not know anything!

Did you tell him you don't smoke?
Does he know that?

- He knows.
- He is talking rubbish.

How could you have a lung cancer
if you've never smoked?

Shall I take you to Banja Luka
to a different doctor?

With your license?

Shall we go to a friend of mine?
He does wonders.

"The honest Thief"?

No, thank you.

Hello, neighbor! How is it?

Right. I'm not crazy. I can walk.

When did you come out?

- Sometime ago.
- The family's good?

- It's some kind of mistake?
- It's not.

Look: Comrade Andjelko Milosevic,

the primary school "Danko Mitrov",
Seskovci.

Is there another village called
Seskovci in Yugoslavia? No.

Is there another primary school
in Seskovci? No.

Is there, in that school,
another Andjelko Milosevic? There isn't.

He is writing to you.

Let me see what he said.

Dear Comrade Andjelko,

I have received your correspondence,
sent from the correctional institution,

concerning

the irregularities
in the Brkljac Miljenko case.

I am prepared to meet with you

and hear your arguments,
that could be of the great importance...

...in the case of the accused
Brkljac Miljenko

the Circuit Court in Belgrade.

Death to fascism -
Freedom to the nations

Josip Broz Tito.

He is coming here?

- No, I'm going there.
- To his residency?

He is on holiday at Bled.

- This is clearly a forgery!
- You would know!

The envelope is original,
it has a watermark,

but the name and the address
are corrected.

It is a bit odd that he wants
to meet with you.

Someone is really taking
a piss out of you, Dad.

I am going to Comrade Tito.

If you by chance pass by the circus
Melano, look out for Bora III.

I will.

Tell him to say hello
to that girl from me.

- What girl?
- He will know.

He introduced us,
when he hypnotized me.

Don't worry.

I'll tell him. It will make her happy.

What is she like?
Is she pretty?

Very.

Surely the most beautiful girl
in the world.

That was the last time I saw our father.

He caught the train that same evening
and went to Slovenia.

From there on, he disappeared.

I arrived to Bled Lake
a month after he disappeared.

Went to the police,

looked in all the places
that I could think of.

Everybody was acting dumb,
as if they never heard of him.

I suspect that Dad,
after arriving on Bled,

went straight to the Tito's residency.

Tired from the journey,
he probably hoped to sleep there,

but they didn't welcome him
with open arms.

Where are you going?

I have a letter
from Comrade Tito...

- What letter?!
- Miljenko Brkljac is...

- Get out of here!
- Let me explain...

Get lost!

But Dad was not someone
to give up easily.

He probably wandered
around the residency

until he thought of something.

If one can't get there by land,
use a waterways.

Comrade Tito!

I finally found you!

You know, that young Miljenko,
he didn't do anything...

- They set him up with the explosive...
- Who are you?

- It was his brother Vinko...
- But who are you?!

Comrade Tito is not feeling well!

I wondered for years
what might had happened there.

Most probably it was a case
of unlucky circumstances.

Seems like that the bullet
meant for my father

had hit no one else but Tito.

Help!

As I said,
Dad has long disappeared.

What's more, Tito's death
was never announced.

His double appeared,

his spitting image

who was, some said,
a Pole or a Russian.

That impostor carried on
going around the world,

greeting the most important people.

Only a few people knew
that he was an impostor.

I found out the truth from Bora III,
when I met him in Bitola

while I was in army service.

It's really warm.

The sun is burning.

Really hot.

You are sweating, all sticky.

In front of you is a pool
full of crystal clear water...

There I found the girl
with the almond colored eyes again.

Together, we carried on
looking for my father.

And I will look for him
until the day that I die.

I know, if I don't find him
in this world,

full of lies and dishonesty,

I'll find him in the other,
the real one.

In the world that is not a forgery.