Black Sun (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript
It hurts! It hurts!
Where are you?
- It hurts!
- Where are you?
It hurts! It hurts!
Get out!
- Get out, damn it!
- It hurts! It hurts!
Where is it?
Where did you hide it?
- What?
- Lance.
The one with which they killed me.
Inspector.
Inspector, can I go?
- Who was on duty?
- Sveta, Milisav, and I.
Bring them here, now.
Well, they're gone...
Their shift is over, and so is mine.
Wake them up and bring them.
- I'll be in the Little Barrel.
- Okay.
BLACK SUN Episode 7
General...
Why are you leaving so sudden?
Nobody knows you are going away.
People are worried.
They would like to see you.
Maybe you want to organise
a ceremonial parade for me,
as would be fitting
to our great triumph?
I never gave too much
importance to the relics.
But as a soldier,
I know very well
that in the right hands, every lance
is the lance of Longinus...
I also know
the meaning of a symbol.
But I know even better
what a war mission means.
If we were unable to fulfil
such a simple mission,
to save the symbol of our state,
then what can the empire,
conquered by the Christ's
profanes, count on,
if it counted on us to save it?
If there was someone
of a higher rank than me
to whom I could hand over my duties,
as an honourable soldier,
I would, without any doubt,
offer him my life.
Because I failed to fulfil
my assignment.
Son...
our men in Serbia,
I leave them to you
and I pray...
that you will become
a good commander.
Sasha, let's go.
Guys, here's something sweet,
and a brandy for you, Tane.
Take that away.
Give me what he's drinking
- A kvass?
- Yes.
Times, they're a changin'...
Why are you so grim?
You did your job well.
- I want to know who didn't.
- We'll get to that.
- C'mon, eat.
- I'm not hungry.
Mr. Commissioner! Long time!
I have a pie for you.
Fuck off with the pie!
- Where is Tanasiyevich?
- Here I am!
Where've you been?
You haven't come to work for days.
In what ditch were you sleeping
while Djolovich was busting my ass?
Do you have anything to tell me?
Oh, don't say anything, please!
Did you call him?
- Whom?
- Djolovich!
And did you hear the murderer
committed a suicide in the prison?
Yes. He realised he'd be hanged,
so he put himself out of misery.
- He should have been tried.
- I beg your pardon?
And then hanged.
Whichever of our cops helped him,
they committed a crime,
and it won't go unpunished.
It will!
A murderer got murdered, executed,
how ever you want to put it.
It's important that he won't
kill anymore.
You doubt my cops?
You think someone gave him a razor?
Maybe it was me?
He cut his own throat.
I don't care!
He's dead and it's over!
- I can't agree with that.
- Who asked you!
- Fuck off!
- Hey, Zhivoyin!
Sit down, sit down.
Have a drink.
I think we'll have to
sort this out somehow.
It's true it doesn't matter
who passed the razor,
but it matters who ordered it.
Avram Nestorovich
didn't work alone.
He started the job,
and somebody else will finish it.
You'll see.
- Finish what?
- I don't know.
Give us a shot!
God damn it,
I don't know what to think.
But I feel that someone will
get hurt again, and very soon.
I would keep an eye on
this Voyin Djukich guy.
Why should I keep an eye on him?
He is a state prosecutor.
The army is guarding him.
I told you. Do as you wish.
Tane, I know you will do
as you intended to,
but don't make a fuss.
Investigate, question...
but leave my
gendarmes out of this!
Tell me,
how can you put up with all this?
Can't you see that he's
tying our hands all the way?
And what are we
supposed to do now?
Always do the opposite of what
they told you, and you won't fuck up.
Take it easy and be careful.
Now, eat.
I told you I am not hungry.
- Hi Prsha.
- Hello, Pletikosa.
Here comes my Mata Hari!
- We have a big problem.
- Really?
A certain incriminating
material...
was at our fingertips.
But due to unfortunate
coincidence it is now gone.
You mean this material, right?
Listen, man.
When someone tries to be
smart and gets lucky,
I usually turn a blind eye,
but when they fuck up,
they really ought be shot.
If you think you'll solve
the case that way...
No, you will solve it.
And you'd inform me that
the bastard is in Belgrade
only when you see him
in my office, eh?
Which bastard?
There are so many of them.
Goyko Tamindgich,
Felix, Ismet,
the man with a thousand faces...
who has both of us
on his hit list?
We're not sure
that Golubich is in Belgrade.
You're not sure. Is that so?
Not completely sure.
Do you understand the kind
of shithole we're in?
Heads are rolling around like
we're in Ottoman times.
Macedonia is on fire,
Pavelich pours gasoline!
That Vrangel parades his army
as if this is a Russian province!
His people want opium,
our people want opium!
And you people,
"are not completely sure".
I understand...
You understand shit.
Sit down.
I'll tell you what
you're going to do.
First, you'll contact Alimpiye Mirich.
Did you have a pleasant trip,
Mrs. Hadgy-Arsov?
That's my brother's surname.
I took my husband's.
Really?
You got married young?
I also got widowed young.
Thanks to you Serbs,
and your King the Liberator.
Our king is a versatile person.
He likes to, let's say...
Liberate the female population.
He's a bit of a bon vivant.
But that's royalty for you.
Our Alexander the Great was
not a womanizer and an adventurer.
He was a real king.
- That's because he was a gay.
- What?
And tell me, isn't Macedonia
a province in northern Greece?
- No, it's not!
- It's not?
I must have made a mistake.
My bad.
Kyro, my man will inform
you about the exact time
when to commence
an attack on the prison.
Please, be patient.
Don't you worry about us.
We've been waiting
for sixteen years.
Really? Why sixteen?
Cause that's when you occupied us.
I must admit,
it's been some time since we had
such a rare beast here in Belgrade.
It's important for us that
we don't face too much resistance.
We will try to spread that force
thin around Belgrade.
But I have to point something out:
You see...
this is not a remote
outpost on Bulgarian border,
nor a mountain road where one
lousy bandit, such as yourself,
with a group of idiots,
tries to ambush drunken gendarmes,
or a village where a girl-bandit
can cut down the police chief
in a broad daylight.
I know all about that.
This is a big city.
This is Belgrade.
And after our little gig,
it'll explode into one big street war.
It will engulf you, me,
and my business.
And for me that's
one hell of a risk.
So, you'll have three minutes
to free your guy.
And not a second more.
If you fail,
and if the gendarmes
somehow don't kill you,
I will personally finish you off.
Listen, Zhivoyin.
I know you're a real officer,
and that you'd never
help such a scum.
I wouldn't. Never.
- I swear on my children.
- I know. That's why I'm asking you.
- Which of the two is it?
- Could be either. I don't know.
Yes, but which one?
To be honest, they're both jerks.
I don't trust them one bit.
He couldn't do it by himself.
Somebody had to help him out.
I don't know, inspector.
They're good people.
I don't believe either of them
could do such a thing.
Look, if it's not Zhivoyin,
and it's not Sveta, then...
Milisav, get out.
Haven't I told you to leave
my gendarmes alone?
You have.
I just talked to Milisav and
I think it's him or if not him...
Which school did you go to?!
Did you know that Milisav saved
a platoon of soldiers in the battle?
- You're accusing my best man?
- Mr. Commissioner...
Not only you won't accuse him,
but I'm going to promote him!
You fool!
- Milisav!
- Yes, Mr. Commissioner?
You're driving me from now on.
You're being promoted.
- Right?
- Thank you.
Effective immediately! Let's go!
Great. Really great.
- I didn't get those negatives.
- Oh, really? You can go.
- You don't want to know who has them?
- When I did, you fed me bullshit.
- Now, nobody cares.
- Let me ask you something.
What? How deep is the hole you
put me in? It's neck-deep. Happy?
Just so you know,
the code Rajatz isn't valid any more.
Our prime suspect committed
suicide last night.
Not our. Your.
This case can't be solved
without your department.
You have to help us find the Monk.
He is the key for everything.
Forget that name, Tane.
That's my last friendly advice.
Understand?
When the state prosecutor
loses his head,
will the name of the Monk
still be forbidden?
Or would he be dead for me,
and not for you?
Remember what I said.
And forget about Djukich.
You showed up finally.
When will you realise
that business is not a game?
What do you think?
One day you're in, the next day not.
Don't be surprised when they
won't let you make the decisions.
If you are tired,
we'll talk later.
Bring me the bank's charter.
Why?
So I can start
making the decisions.
That's right.
Now you are acting
as a real businesswoman.
I'll bring you the documents.
Right away.
Did you find anything about
the co-founders from Vienna?
No.
- Sorry I'm late.
- As you usually are.
Am I sensing dissatisfaction
in your voice, dear duke?
I know you're not familiar
with noble titles,
but to be unable to distinguish
a count from a duke,
I just can't believe.
It's a matter of manners.
If any bastard can be called "sir"
then why not promote
one count into a duke?
- Just for the sake of courtesy.
- It's alright.
I'm not reproaching you for
being late. I was just joking.
Even better, dear duke.
Sorry, earl.
Did you hear that girls are
disappearing without a trace?
And tonnes of Macedonian poppy.
And in exchange, the money arrives.
What can you do? Someone shags
Russian girls and smokes opium,
while someone has to work.
But that's life for you.
But business is business, isn't it?
It sure is.
- I am listening very carefully.
- Then you better read carefully.
This is the contract
worth one million
that you've been
waiting for so long.
It comes into effect when you
register your privileged company.
- How did I deserve this?
- You're yet do deserve it.
Do you know Mr. Voyin Djukich?
Your ex-boyfriend is here.
Mr. Prosecutor.
He's grim again.
- Thanks for coming.
- Of course.
- Would you like something to drink?
- No, no.
How could you disappear like that?
I didn't know where you were,
or what had happened...
You wanted us to take a break.
I never said that!
It's not fair.
Can we please have some privacy?
I don't mind, please go on.
Kosa, get dressed and let
the grown-ups talk.
He doesn't care about the talk.
See how is he looking at us?
Would you like to have us both?
Kosa, you're not funny anymore.
- Pack up your things and leave.
- Go where?
You'll think of something
when you get out of here.
- Have a seat, please.
- You should know...
that I took Violet's necklace
from here.
I know. It's okay.
General Vrangel personally
asked me to return it to him.
Vrangel?
Jesus, what has she gotten into?
I don't know, but she got me too.
I returned it.
But he called me later
and sounded really aggravated.
He said something was missing.
Did you take or touch anything?
Me? You brought that stupid
thing into my house.
- I never touched it.
- Right.
Okay.
It doesn't matter.
You know what matters?
I realized how much I missed
you when you called me.
I thought you missed me too.
I called you about the bank.
I think we have good news.
Okay.
I understand.
- Voyin...
- All right.
Now I at least know
what to expect.
- I'm returning you your keys.
- Voyin, really.
What about the bank?
Papahagi called a meeting.
He said a solution came up.
Boy, easy with the hands.
Where's your boss?
He's away,
but he sends his regards.
How's it going, Hertzegovatz?
My dear Hertzegovatz!
Times really are changing, roomie,
when you have to come to my rescue.
Looks like they really are...
You set me up, you save me,
is that right?
You know that things are more
complicated than they look.
Yeah... You tell me...
I was never here,
and you should disappear
as soon as possible.
You give me the pictures
and it'll be as if I never existed.
What pictures?
There are no pictures.
Is that so?
- But there are bullets.
- You got it all.
They tried to kill you.
You were faster, and if you ask me,
you realised how dangerous
it was and returned to Russia.
My dear roomie, when I see how
they're trying to get rid of me,
I can set up a tent in
the middle of the main square.
They messed it up once,
they'll hardly mess it up again.
Thanks, mate.
And this...
You won't admit
that I was right about the lady?
As I said,
bad times have arrived.
Bread, please.
You eat too much bread.
That's why you got fat.
Who cares, I'm alone anyway.
- What are you talking about?
- What am I talking about?
- I'm old, nobody wants me.
- But you have a daughter!
Wish I had a daughter...
To lift some burden off my back.
You will.
It's not late for you to give birth.
- And what if I have a boy?
- Well?
I'm not a fool. That means
expenses until he's thirty.
Mara!
- Be quiet, he's a cop.
- I know.
Mara!
Stop looking for her.
Mara is not here.
Go away.
- Can you tell me where she is?
- I'll be your Mara.
Thank you, but I need her.
I'm helping her with something.
- You're helping her?
- Yes.
Our boss took her away.
It's that Stavra guy, right?
Thank you.
When Stavra hears about this,
he'll kick your ass, you fool!
Go to hell.
General, State Prosecutor is here.
He may come in.
Djukich, where the hell
have you been?
Good afternoon, general.
Would you like a cognac?
No, thank you. I have a headache.
Clever. The times are
awful, I swear to God.
How is that trial going on?
Pavelich obstructed the trial.
I don't know his next step,
or if he'll show up
at the next hearing.
Pavelich is my concern.
Your job is to speed up the
process and solve everything.
- Is that clear?
- Yes. Of course.
- What did Vrangel want?
- That's a problem.
That thing that general wants...
It appears that I cannot solve it.
Then don't.
Fuck the Russians.
We're changing our
policy about them.
- Good evening, Mr. Fyodor.
- Lift it up.
Goodbye, Mr. Fyodor.
Is everything alright,
Master Shevket?
As far as I am concerned,
everything is fine.
Give it to him.
Bon voyage.
- Where are they?
- I don't know.
Quick! Open it!
It's is an ambush! Let's go!
- Trnavatz...
- Eh?
You just got yourself a new truck.
Thanks a lot, bro.
You have nothing to say to me?
I didn't expect to meet you here.
And that's the greatest problem?
Trust me, nothing depends on me.
The order came to move
gendarmes to another assignment.
And that's it?
Let's see if it can be solved
on a higher level.
Your general to my general.
Let them solve the issue.
You get the money,
while others solve your problems.
My general is now gone
and I am replacing him.
And, I don't have a deal
with your general.
I have a deal with you.
Believe me I'll do everything
in my power, as always.
You have three days to tell me
who is Monk and where's he hiding.
I don't think that Monk
is our only concern.
Go on...
This will not end here.
They're preparing
a nasty surprise for you.
- What in the hell is this?
- Drink it up. It's healthy.
You look much better
since you quit drinking.
Is this seat taken?
No, have a seat, please.
Are you expecting someone?
Anyone but you.
- Why did you come?
- I came to see my saviour.
- Is that the only reason?
- Isn't that good enough?
I think I know you well enough
to know that it's not true.
I'm sorry you have such
an opinion about me.
And even more
because you're right.
I came to ask you...
Look who's here!
My sister-in-law! Welcome!
Come on, Smilya...
Enough with that in-law crap, please.
- How are you? And Mr. Prsho?
- Well, he's always running around.
Have a seat.
Would you like something to eat?
- No, no...
- I have great aspic.
Thanks... Just a glass of wine.
Forget the aspic.
Bring her something to drink.
I found something
about the necklace.
- Really?
- Yes.
Violet's necklace belonged
to General Vrangel.
Voyin returned it.
So, he should be safe now.
I'm not so sure.
- Why?
- I don't know.
Anyway, we know now that Russians
are not chopping the heads off.
There you go, sis-in-law.
I won't bother you, you can...
- All right then.
- Cheers.
And what was it
you wanted to ask me?
I need another favour.
This is the charter of my bank.
Here you have all the names
and personal documents.
Besides my father, who owns 40%,
and some local scum,
who holds another 40%,
but 20% belong to some
people from Vienna.
I never saw them.
Nobody knows anything about them.
It's incredible, but true.
Not even Papahagi
You don't know who are
the partners of your father?
Inspector, I didn't even know
my father, let alone his partners.
Help me to find out
something about them.
Why didn't Mr. Djukich
solve it for you?
He couldn't find anything.
And now all you have left
is one drunken cop?
- Tane.
- Look at them.
- Good evening.
- Good evening, Boyana.
- Good evening.
- Have a seat.
How are you?
Listen, kid. If you want a girl
to fall in love with you,
never bring her to Little Barrel.
You don't have a clue!
This is the ideal place.
He doesn't want the girl
to fall in love with him.
Oh, really?
What does he want?
Really?
It's here! I found it!
I thought I lost it forever.
You lost it.
No, no!
The relic is saved,
and our homeland is saved!
Here it is!
Nothing can be saved!
Everything is lost!
It's ruined!
No, that's not true!
I found it! Here it is!
- I found it! Here!
- General...
General... General....
- What?
- His Holiness is waiting for you.
Yes, yes. I am coming.
I'm coming.
ORTHODOX PATRIARCHATE,
SREMSKI KARLOVCI,
KINGDOM OF SERBS,
CROATS, AND SLOVENES
My son,
are you sure you need to go?
Your Holiness,
I am not sure of anything anymore.
The most important thing
is not to lose faith in God.
I'm not losing my faith in our Lord,
but I am losing my faith in people.
You cannot forgive?
A man is an image of our Lord,
do not forget that.
It is time for that man
to present himself to the Lord
So he can be judged fairly.
If he is for Hell,
then let him go to Hell.
Thank God,
we are not the ones to decide.
You are right, Your Holiness.
We cannot decide.
But we can anticipate.
Don't worry, Your Holiness,
I will fight till the end.
Let us pray.
Brothers...
you know why we are here
and what misery made us do this.
The Serbs say:
"Macedonia is ours!"
The Bulgarians say:
"Macedonia is ours!"
The Greek say:
"Macedonia is ours!"
But what the fuck is ours?!
What is Macedonian?
They say that even Alexander
the Macedonian wasn't a Macedonian.
What the fuck was he then?
And why was he called Macedonian,
if he wasn't Macedonian?
To hell with him!
- I've heard that...
- Shut up, you idiot!
The fight for Macedonia is our duty,
and our destiny.
And if some Greek, Bulgarian, Serb
- A Croat?
- Shut the fuck up!
And if someone
stands in my way, he will get...
my dick...
And a one-way ticket,
- And that way leads to...
- It leads to hell.
That's right, Angelche!
Finally something clever from you.
Get ready!
We're leaving!
I would like to add something:
You can return to Bukovo
only with my brother,
and by no means without him.
Is that clear?
If it's Damyan's destiny to leave
his bones here in Belgrade,
then you will leave yours too.
Inspector...
I heard that your murderer
escaped... to the other world.
That's the least of
my problems, dear doctor.
Do you have some time for me?
They are dangerous men,
fanatics, a sect.
This is the symbol of Sun
for the people from the north.
The Germans would
call it Germanic,
but I think they're a bit pretentious.
The inscription on the lance?
"Nobiskum Deus" God is with us.
It's a motto of Roman legions
to which Longinus
himself belonged.
As the lance and its copies
changed their owners,
the motto moved
from one army to another.
From Constantine to Charlemagne,
and from Napoleon
to the Imperial Russian Army.
Austrians in the Great War
had "Gott mit Uns"
You remembered?
- I did.
- Me too.
And this sign on the bank,
what does that have to do with it?
- Is it a coincidence?
- I don't believe in coincidences.
And who is Davidovich's secret
partner from Vienna?
- Does anybody know him?
- No.
At least Maya Davidovich
says she doesn't know him.
That should be checked.
Maybe I should go to Vienna.
Please, keep an eye on the things,
here in Belgrade.
And take good care of the lance.
It may turn out to be the original.
- Good afternoon, sir.
- We need to talk.
Who? You and I?
Find someone else.
I'm not a snitch.
- This is personal.
- Ah, you want pussy?
There are whores in the city.
No need to ruin your fancy shoes.
- Where is Mara?
- Who? That hooker?
- What about her?
- She disappeared.
It happens with the poor,
dear Inspector.
People come and go,
and then they return.
They go from door to door,
looking for a bowl of soup,
They fuck for two coins.
But how can a posh guy
like you know that?
Now get the fuck out!
I don't want to see you!
- Put the knife down.
- Take it easy, son.
- I said, put the knife down!
- Easy. Someone may get hurt. Okay.
- Easy, what's wrong with you?
- Where's Mara?
Easy!
Where is Mara?!
Do you hear me!
Where?!
Oh, fuck!
C'mon, Sveta?
Get rid of that junk.
It's not up to me.
Where are you going?
There's a raid on "Samarkand".
Raid on a Russian club?
Are you sure?
They said it's urgent.
Does Dimitriyevich know about it?
Sure, he's the one who ordered it.
- What is this, Zhivoyin?
- I don't know.
There are incidents all day.
The latest at Bayloni market.
Looks like a war
without the Germans.
- Ready?
- Yes.
Be careful.
Don't go out speaking nonsense.
Don't worry about me.
How can I not worry, you're crazy.
This may be our last cig.
And our last chat.
Well, it's not like they're
gonna shoot you right away.
You know the bureaucracy in
this country. It'll take time...
Thanks for everything, Tane.
And goodbye.
Come on, boys!
Police! Nobody moves!
Captain, the warrant!
Inspector. Sit down, grab a drink.
We're not here
for opium and hookers,
but to ruffle some feathers.
Where do you see opium or whores?
We'll find them.
C'mon, hurry up!
- Anything?
- Nothing.
How do you mean, nothing?
This club is closed
until further notice.
- And tell this geezer to stop it.
- Stop playing!
Ruzha!
What the hell is this.
Where is everybody?
It's a chaos all over the place,
as if the war broke out.
Not only you're incapable
to organise a fair trial...
Even arresting a suspect
is a problem for you.
Well, something's rotten
in the Kingdom...
What is it?
There's been an armed attack
on Glavnjacha prison.
Symbolic, indeed.
Let's go.
Where are you?
- It hurts!
- Where are you?
It hurts! It hurts!
Get out!
- Get out, damn it!
- It hurts! It hurts!
Where is it?
Where did you hide it?
- What?
- Lance.
The one with which they killed me.
Inspector.
Inspector, can I go?
- Who was on duty?
- Sveta, Milisav, and I.
Bring them here, now.
Well, they're gone...
Their shift is over, and so is mine.
Wake them up and bring them.
- I'll be in the Little Barrel.
- Okay.
BLACK SUN Episode 7
General...
Why are you leaving so sudden?
Nobody knows you are going away.
People are worried.
They would like to see you.
Maybe you want to organise
a ceremonial parade for me,
as would be fitting
to our great triumph?
I never gave too much
importance to the relics.
But as a soldier,
I know very well
that in the right hands, every lance
is the lance of Longinus...
I also know
the meaning of a symbol.
But I know even better
what a war mission means.
If we were unable to fulfil
such a simple mission,
to save the symbol of our state,
then what can the empire,
conquered by the Christ's
profanes, count on,
if it counted on us to save it?
If there was someone
of a higher rank than me
to whom I could hand over my duties,
as an honourable soldier,
I would, without any doubt,
offer him my life.
Because I failed to fulfil
my assignment.
Son...
our men in Serbia,
I leave them to you
and I pray...
that you will become
a good commander.
Sasha, let's go.
Guys, here's something sweet,
and a brandy for you, Tane.
Take that away.
Give me what he's drinking
- A kvass?
- Yes.
Times, they're a changin'...
Why are you so grim?
You did your job well.
- I want to know who didn't.
- We'll get to that.
- C'mon, eat.
- I'm not hungry.
Mr. Commissioner! Long time!
I have a pie for you.
Fuck off with the pie!
- Where is Tanasiyevich?
- Here I am!
Where've you been?
You haven't come to work for days.
In what ditch were you sleeping
while Djolovich was busting my ass?
Do you have anything to tell me?
Oh, don't say anything, please!
Did you call him?
- Whom?
- Djolovich!
And did you hear the murderer
committed a suicide in the prison?
Yes. He realised he'd be hanged,
so he put himself out of misery.
- He should have been tried.
- I beg your pardon?
And then hanged.
Whichever of our cops helped him,
they committed a crime,
and it won't go unpunished.
It will!
A murderer got murdered, executed,
how ever you want to put it.
It's important that he won't
kill anymore.
You doubt my cops?
You think someone gave him a razor?
Maybe it was me?
He cut his own throat.
I don't care!
He's dead and it's over!
- I can't agree with that.
- Who asked you!
- Fuck off!
- Hey, Zhivoyin!
Sit down, sit down.
Have a drink.
I think we'll have to
sort this out somehow.
It's true it doesn't matter
who passed the razor,
but it matters who ordered it.
Avram Nestorovich
didn't work alone.
He started the job,
and somebody else will finish it.
You'll see.
- Finish what?
- I don't know.
Give us a shot!
God damn it,
I don't know what to think.
But I feel that someone will
get hurt again, and very soon.
I would keep an eye on
this Voyin Djukich guy.
Why should I keep an eye on him?
He is a state prosecutor.
The army is guarding him.
I told you. Do as you wish.
Tane, I know you will do
as you intended to,
but don't make a fuss.
Investigate, question...
but leave my
gendarmes out of this!
Tell me,
how can you put up with all this?
Can't you see that he's
tying our hands all the way?
And what are we
supposed to do now?
Always do the opposite of what
they told you, and you won't fuck up.
Take it easy and be careful.
Now, eat.
I told you I am not hungry.
- Hi Prsha.
- Hello, Pletikosa.
Here comes my Mata Hari!
- We have a big problem.
- Really?
A certain incriminating
material...
was at our fingertips.
But due to unfortunate
coincidence it is now gone.
You mean this material, right?
Listen, man.
When someone tries to be
smart and gets lucky,
I usually turn a blind eye,
but when they fuck up,
they really ought be shot.
If you think you'll solve
the case that way...
No, you will solve it.
And you'd inform me that
the bastard is in Belgrade
only when you see him
in my office, eh?
Which bastard?
There are so many of them.
Goyko Tamindgich,
Felix, Ismet,
the man with a thousand faces...
who has both of us
on his hit list?
We're not sure
that Golubich is in Belgrade.
You're not sure. Is that so?
Not completely sure.
Do you understand the kind
of shithole we're in?
Heads are rolling around like
we're in Ottoman times.
Macedonia is on fire,
Pavelich pours gasoline!
That Vrangel parades his army
as if this is a Russian province!
His people want opium,
our people want opium!
And you people,
"are not completely sure".
I understand...
You understand shit.
Sit down.
I'll tell you what
you're going to do.
First, you'll contact Alimpiye Mirich.
Did you have a pleasant trip,
Mrs. Hadgy-Arsov?
That's my brother's surname.
I took my husband's.
Really?
You got married young?
I also got widowed young.
Thanks to you Serbs,
and your King the Liberator.
Our king is a versatile person.
He likes to, let's say...
Liberate the female population.
He's a bit of a bon vivant.
But that's royalty for you.
Our Alexander the Great was
not a womanizer and an adventurer.
He was a real king.
- That's because he was a gay.
- What?
And tell me, isn't Macedonia
a province in northern Greece?
- No, it's not!
- It's not?
I must have made a mistake.
My bad.
Kyro, my man will inform
you about the exact time
when to commence
an attack on the prison.
Please, be patient.
Don't you worry about us.
We've been waiting
for sixteen years.
Really? Why sixteen?
Cause that's when you occupied us.
I must admit,
it's been some time since we had
such a rare beast here in Belgrade.
It's important for us that
we don't face too much resistance.
We will try to spread that force
thin around Belgrade.
But I have to point something out:
You see...
this is not a remote
outpost on Bulgarian border,
nor a mountain road where one
lousy bandit, such as yourself,
with a group of idiots,
tries to ambush drunken gendarmes,
or a village where a girl-bandit
can cut down the police chief
in a broad daylight.
I know all about that.
This is a big city.
This is Belgrade.
And after our little gig,
it'll explode into one big street war.
It will engulf you, me,
and my business.
And for me that's
one hell of a risk.
So, you'll have three minutes
to free your guy.
And not a second more.
If you fail,
and if the gendarmes
somehow don't kill you,
I will personally finish you off.
Listen, Zhivoyin.
I know you're a real officer,
and that you'd never
help such a scum.
I wouldn't. Never.
- I swear on my children.
- I know. That's why I'm asking you.
- Which of the two is it?
- Could be either. I don't know.
Yes, but which one?
To be honest, they're both jerks.
I don't trust them one bit.
He couldn't do it by himself.
Somebody had to help him out.
I don't know, inspector.
They're good people.
I don't believe either of them
could do such a thing.
Look, if it's not Zhivoyin,
and it's not Sveta, then...
Milisav, get out.
Haven't I told you to leave
my gendarmes alone?
You have.
I just talked to Milisav and
I think it's him or if not him...
Which school did you go to?!
Did you know that Milisav saved
a platoon of soldiers in the battle?
- You're accusing my best man?
- Mr. Commissioner...
Not only you won't accuse him,
but I'm going to promote him!
You fool!
- Milisav!
- Yes, Mr. Commissioner?
You're driving me from now on.
You're being promoted.
- Right?
- Thank you.
Effective immediately! Let's go!
Great. Really great.
- I didn't get those negatives.
- Oh, really? You can go.
- You don't want to know who has them?
- When I did, you fed me bullshit.
- Now, nobody cares.
- Let me ask you something.
What? How deep is the hole you
put me in? It's neck-deep. Happy?
Just so you know,
the code Rajatz isn't valid any more.
Our prime suspect committed
suicide last night.
Not our. Your.
This case can't be solved
without your department.
You have to help us find the Monk.
He is the key for everything.
Forget that name, Tane.
That's my last friendly advice.
Understand?
When the state prosecutor
loses his head,
will the name of the Monk
still be forbidden?
Or would he be dead for me,
and not for you?
Remember what I said.
And forget about Djukich.
You showed up finally.
When will you realise
that business is not a game?
What do you think?
One day you're in, the next day not.
Don't be surprised when they
won't let you make the decisions.
If you are tired,
we'll talk later.
Bring me the bank's charter.
Why?
So I can start
making the decisions.
That's right.
Now you are acting
as a real businesswoman.
I'll bring you the documents.
Right away.
Did you find anything about
the co-founders from Vienna?
No.
- Sorry I'm late.
- As you usually are.
Am I sensing dissatisfaction
in your voice, dear duke?
I know you're not familiar
with noble titles,
but to be unable to distinguish
a count from a duke,
I just can't believe.
It's a matter of manners.
If any bastard can be called "sir"
then why not promote
one count into a duke?
- Just for the sake of courtesy.
- It's alright.
I'm not reproaching you for
being late. I was just joking.
Even better, dear duke.
Sorry, earl.
Did you hear that girls are
disappearing without a trace?
And tonnes of Macedonian poppy.
And in exchange, the money arrives.
What can you do? Someone shags
Russian girls and smokes opium,
while someone has to work.
But that's life for you.
But business is business, isn't it?
It sure is.
- I am listening very carefully.
- Then you better read carefully.
This is the contract
worth one million
that you've been
waiting for so long.
It comes into effect when you
register your privileged company.
- How did I deserve this?
- You're yet do deserve it.
Do you know Mr. Voyin Djukich?
Your ex-boyfriend is here.
Mr. Prosecutor.
He's grim again.
- Thanks for coming.
- Of course.
- Would you like something to drink?
- No, no.
How could you disappear like that?
I didn't know where you were,
or what had happened...
You wanted us to take a break.
I never said that!
It's not fair.
Can we please have some privacy?
I don't mind, please go on.
Kosa, get dressed and let
the grown-ups talk.
He doesn't care about the talk.
See how is he looking at us?
Would you like to have us both?
Kosa, you're not funny anymore.
- Pack up your things and leave.
- Go where?
You'll think of something
when you get out of here.
- Have a seat, please.
- You should know...
that I took Violet's necklace
from here.
I know. It's okay.
General Vrangel personally
asked me to return it to him.
Vrangel?
Jesus, what has she gotten into?
I don't know, but she got me too.
I returned it.
But he called me later
and sounded really aggravated.
He said something was missing.
Did you take or touch anything?
Me? You brought that stupid
thing into my house.
- I never touched it.
- Right.
Okay.
It doesn't matter.
You know what matters?
I realized how much I missed
you when you called me.
I thought you missed me too.
I called you about the bank.
I think we have good news.
Okay.
I understand.
- Voyin...
- All right.
Now I at least know
what to expect.
- I'm returning you your keys.
- Voyin, really.
What about the bank?
Papahagi called a meeting.
He said a solution came up.
Boy, easy with the hands.
Where's your boss?
He's away,
but he sends his regards.
How's it going, Hertzegovatz?
My dear Hertzegovatz!
Times really are changing, roomie,
when you have to come to my rescue.
Looks like they really are...
You set me up, you save me,
is that right?
You know that things are more
complicated than they look.
Yeah... You tell me...
I was never here,
and you should disappear
as soon as possible.
You give me the pictures
and it'll be as if I never existed.
What pictures?
There are no pictures.
Is that so?
- But there are bullets.
- You got it all.
They tried to kill you.
You were faster, and if you ask me,
you realised how dangerous
it was and returned to Russia.
My dear roomie, when I see how
they're trying to get rid of me,
I can set up a tent in
the middle of the main square.
They messed it up once,
they'll hardly mess it up again.
Thanks, mate.
And this...
You won't admit
that I was right about the lady?
As I said,
bad times have arrived.
Bread, please.
You eat too much bread.
That's why you got fat.
Who cares, I'm alone anyway.
- What are you talking about?
- What am I talking about?
- I'm old, nobody wants me.
- But you have a daughter!
Wish I had a daughter...
To lift some burden off my back.
You will.
It's not late for you to give birth.
- And what if I have a boy?
- Well?
I'm not a fool. That means
expenses until he's thirty.
Mara!
- Be quiet, he's a cop.
- I know.
Mara!
Stop looking for her.
Mara is not here.
Go away.
- Can you tell me where she is?
- I'll be your Mara.
Thank you, but I need her.
I'm helping her with something.
- You're helping her?
- Yes.
Our boss took her away.
It's that Stavra guy, right?
Thank you.
When Stavra hears about this,
he'll kick your ass, you fool!
Go to hell.
General, State Prosecutor is here.
He may come in.
Djukich, where the hell
have you been?
Good afternoon, general.
Would you like a cognac?
No, thank you. I have a headache.
Clever. The times are
awful, I swear to God.
How is that trial going on?
Pavelich obstructed the trial.
I don't know his next step,
or if he'll show up
at the next hearing.
Pavelich is my concern.
Your job is to speed up the
process and solve everything.
- Is that clear?
- Yes. Of course.
- What did Vrangel want?
- That's a problem.
That thing that general wants...
It appears that I cannot solve it.
Then don't.
Fuck the Russians.
We're changing our
policy about them.
- Good evening, Mr. Fyodor.
- Lift it up.
Goodbye, Mr. Fyodor.
Is everything alright,
Master Shevket?
As far as I am concerned,
everything is fine.
Give it to him.
Bon voyage.
- Where are they?
- I don't know.
Quick! Open it!
It's is an ambush! Let's go!
- Trnavatz...
- Eh?
You just got yourself a new truck.
Thanks a lot, bro.
You have nothing to say to me?
I didn't expect to meet you here.
And that's the greatest problem?
Trust me, nothing depends on me.
The order came to move
gendarmes to another assignment.
And that's it?
Let's see if it can be solved
on a higher level.
Your general to my general.
Let them solve the issue.
You get the money,
while others solve your problems.
My general is now gone
and I am replacing him.
And, I don't have a deal
with your general.
I have a deal with you.
Believe me I'll do everything
in my power, as always.
You have three days to tell me
who is Monk and where's he hiding.
I don't think that Monk
is our only concern.
Go on...
This will not end here.
They're preparing
a nasty surprise for you.
- What in the hell is this?
- Drink it up. It's healthy.
You look much better
since you quit drinking.
Is this seat taken?
No, have a seat, please.
Are you expecting someone?
Anyone but you.
- Why did you come?
- I came to see my saviour.
- Is that the only reason?
- Isn't that good enough?
I think I know you well enough
to know that it's not true.
I'm sorry you have such
an opinion about me.
And even more
because you're right.
I came to ask you...
Look who's here!
My sister-in-law! Welcome!
Come on, Smilya...
Enough with that in-law crap, please.
- How are you? And Mr. Prsho?
- Well, he's always running around.
Have a seat.
Would you like something to eat?
- No, no...
- I have great aspic.
Thanks... Just a glass of wine.
Forget the aspic.
Bring her something to drink.
I found something
about the necklace.
- Really?
- Yes.
Violet's necklace belonged
to General Vrangel.
Voyin returned it.
So, he should be safe now.
I'm not so sure.
- Why?
- I don't know.
Anyway, we know now that Russians
are not chopping the heads off.
There you go, sis-in-law.
I won't bother you, you can...
- All right then.
- Cheers.
And what was it
you wanted to ask me?
I need another favour.
This is the charter of my bank.
Here you have all the names
and personal documents.
Besides my father, who owns 40%,
and some local scum,
who holds another 40%,
but 20% belong to some
people from Vienna.
I never saw them.
Nobody knows anything about them.
It's incredible, but true.
Not even Papahagi
You don't know who are
the partners of your father?
Inspector, I didn't even know
my father, let alone his partners.
Help me to find out
something about them.
Why didn't Mr. Djukich
solve it for you?
He couldn't find anything.
And now all you have left
is one drunken cop?
- Tane.
- Look at them.
- Good evening.
- Good evening, Boyana.
- Good evening.
- Have a seat.
How are you?
Listen, kid. If you want a girl
to fall in love with you,
never bring her to Little Barrel.
You don't have a clue!
This is the ideal place.
He doesn't want the girl
to fall in love with him.
Oh, really?
What does he want?
Really?
It's here! I found it!
I thought I lost it forever.
You lost it.
No, no!
The relic is saved,
and our homeland is saved!
Here it is!
Nothing can be saved!
Everything is lost!
It's ruined!
No, that's not true!
I found it! Here it is!
- I found it! Here!
- General...
General... General....
- What?
- His Holiness is waiting for you.
Yes, yes. I am coming.
I'm coming.
ORTHODOX PATRIARCHATE,
SREMSKI KARLOVCI,
KINGDOM OF SERBS,
CROATS, AND SLOVENES
My son,
are you sure you need to go?
Your Holiness,
I am not sure of anything anymore.
The most important thing
is not to lose faith in God.
I'm not losing my faith in our Lord,
but I am losing my faith in people.
You cannot forgive?
A man is an image of our Lord,
do not forget that.
It is time for that man
to present himself to the Lord
So he can be judged fairly.
If he is for Hell,
then let him go to Hell.
Thank God,
we are not the ones to decide.
You are right, Your Holiness.
We cannot decide.
But we can anticipate.
Don't worry, Your Holiness,
I will fight till the end.
Let us pray.
Brothers...
you know why we are here
and what misery made us do this.
The Serbs say:
"Macedonia is ours!"
The Bulgarians say:
"Macedonia is ours!"
The Greek say:
"Macedonia is ours!"
But what the fuck is ours?!
What is Macedonian?
They say that even Alexander
the Macedonian wasn't a Macedonian.
What the fuck was he then?
And why was he called Macedonian,
if he wasn't Macedonian?
To hell with him!
- I've heard that...
- Shut up, you idiot!
The fight for Macedonia is our duty,
and our destiny.
And if some Greek, Bulgarian, Serb
- A Croat?
- Shut the fuck up!
And if someone
stands in my way, he will get...
my dick...
And a one-way ticket,
- And that way leads to...
- It leads to hell.
That's right, Angelche!
Finally something clever from you.
Get ready!
We're leaving!
I would like to add something:
You can return to Bukovo
only with my brother,
and by no means without him.
Is that clear?
If it's Damyan's destiny to leave
his bones here in Belgrade,
then you will leave yours too.
Inspector...
I heard that your murderer
escaped... to the other world.
That's the least of
my problems, dear doctor.
Do you have some time for me?
They are dangerous men,
fanatics, a sect.
This is the symbol of Sun
for the people from the north.
The Germans would
call it Germanic,
but I think they're a bit pretentious.
The inscription on the lance?
"Nobiskum Deus" God is with us.
It's a motto of Roman legions
to which Longinus
himself belonged.
As the lance and its copies
changed their owners,
the motto moved
from one army to another.
From Constantine to Charlemagne,
and from Napoleon
to the Imperial Russian Army.
Austrians in the Great War
had "Gott mit Uns"
You remembered?
- I did.
- Me too.
And this sign on the bank,
what does that have to do with it?
- Is it a coincidence?
- I don't believe in coincidences.
And who is Davidovich's secret
partner from Vienna?
- Does anybody know him?
- No.
At least Maya Davidovich
says she doesn't know him.
That should be checked.
Maybe I should go to Vienna.
Please, keep an eye on the things,
here in Belgrade.
And take good care of the lance.
It may turn out to be the original.
- Good afternoon, sir.
- We need to talk.
Who? You and I?
Find someone else.
I'm not a snitch.
- This is personal.
- Ah, you want pussy?
There are whores in the city.
No need to ruin your fancy shoes.
- Where is Mara?
- Who? That hooker?
- What about her?
- She disappeared.
It happens with the poor,
dear Inspector.
People come and go,
and then they return.
They go from door to door,
looking for a bowl of soup,
They fuck for two coins.
But how can a posh guy
like you know that?
Now get the fuck out!
I don't want to see you!
- Put the knife down.
- Take it easy, son.
- I said, put the knife down!
- Easy. Someone may get hurt. Okay.
- Easy, what's wrong with you?
- Where's Mara?
Easy!
Where is Mara?!
Do you hear me!
Where?!
Oh, fuck!
C'mon, Sveta?
Get rid of that junk.
It's not up to me.
Where are you going?
There's a raid on "Samarkand".
Raid on a Russian club?
Are you sure?
They said it's urgent.
Does Dimitriyevich know about it?
Sure, he's the one who ordered it.
- What is this, Zhivoyin?
- I don't know.
There are incidents all day.
The latest at Bayloni market.
Looks like a war
without the Germans.
- Ready?
- Yes.
Be careful.
Don't go out speaking nonsense.
Don't worry about me.
How can I not worry, you're crazy.
This may be our last cig.
And our last chat.
Well, it's not like they're
gonna shoot you right away.
You know the bureaucracy in
this country. It'll take time...
Thanks for everything, Tane.
And goodbye.
Come on, boys!
Police! Nobody moves!
Captain, the warrant!
Inspector. Sit down, grab a drink.
We're not here
for opium and hookers,
but to ruffle some feathers.
Where do you see opium or whores?
We'll find them.
C'mon, hurry up!
- Anything?
- Nothing.
How do you mean, nothing?
This club is closed
until further notice.
- And tell this geezer to stop it.
- Stop playing!
Ruzha!
What the hell is this.
Where is everybody?
It's a chaos all over the place,
as if the war broke out.
Not only you're incapable
to organise a fair trial...
Even arresting a suspect
is a problem for you.
Well, something's rotten
in the Kingdom...
What is it?
There's been an armed attack
on Glavnjacha prison.
Symbolic, indeed.
Let's go.