reasonable here.
The way you talk isn't
reasonable.
Me? What's wrong with you today?
Veljo left a letter for Milos.
It may be from Belgrade.
On the table.
From Belgrade.
Maybe Partizan wants him.
In today's events, one citizen
was killed
and four wounded...
He is to report within 24 hour
to his army unit.
The army!
That calls for a toast!
It's the army, you idiot!
Hey, Dad, if only you were here
to see Milos off to the army.
Fuck you and your railroad!
And damn me for letting you bring
me out here. What's wrong?
What is it, woman? - What is
this?
It's a scale model. - Scale
model?
What are you doing?
You call this a life?
Calm down, woman!
Let go of me!
You call this a life? - Leave
that alone!
You want a dead hero in the
house?
Do you want to have a bust
made for your son?
Idiot! It's not just military
service.
Okay, calm down. - It's a call
to war.
They won't get my child! - Leave
Dad alone
I'm not going back!
I won't go. - Wait!
What is it now?
Upset mother again?
I didn't say a word.
You did.
So why's she crying?
It wasn't me, honest.
A Ramadan cake from Mom!
Thanks, son.
Off I go.
Do you have a spark of
intelligence?
Want to hear something
intelligent?
Yes, tell us. - Come here.
That manager, Zurovac, called.
He made me an official offer.
They want your son to join
Partizan.
Milos Djukic! - That's my boy!
That's my boy!
Milos!
Tomo's got something for you!
Something fancy and modern!
Basic training?
Just basic training, honest!
Filipovic arranged it with the
army.
You can ask him.
Milos!
Hold on, son! Calm down!
What is it?
I don't believe him.
Not a word he says!
You have to do basic training.
Not even God can change that.
That's how it is.
That's how it is? - Yes.
How it is?
As soon as you finish basic training,
you join Partizan straightaway.
Listen to me.
It's all been arranged.
What's this?
Why the long face if it's fine?
Who has a long face?
You know what I mean.
What do you mean, long face?
Just what I said.
Why do you look so miserable?
Miserable?
Oh, son,
I was born that way.
Quick!
Here's Tomo Krtolina,
your Santa Claus!
Where have you been, Tomo?
3, 4...
Come one, come all
Come everyone
When I take my oath this fall...
Go to your mother now.
Mother!
Milos!
Aleksic! - Hey, Luka...
Old pal, where you been?
I have to ask you something.
You're my only hope.
Me, your only hope?
If a soldier's your only hope
you're really in bad shape.
It's about the war. She's
bugging me.
She says he's going to war,
not basic training.
There won't be a war.
There won't?
If everything goes according to plan,
we can avoid it.
Auntie's little honeybunch!
Where will you be stationed?
In Novi Sad. - That's not far!
True.
What's it near to? The battle
zone.
You're as good at geography
as my old lady is.
I've been halfway across Europe.
Just eat. Eat!
I have no one here. Just my son.
And my husband.
Come over here.
I have something to tell you.
Oh, you're so funny!
Our chief's in Moscow.
If they let us,
the military could take over,
and put an end to all this shit.
That means no war?
No war, Luka. - Thanks, Aleksic.
You're a real brother.
Sure, Luka.
No war.
Excuse me! Come over here.
What is it? - Over here.
C'mon, give me a little kiss.
We won't have a war. - Says who?
Someone who knows.
That "someone" will end up
starting the war.
Luka, you poor martyr.
Fuck women and their creator!
Stop playing!
Stop the music!
Stop, when I tell you.
Is Milos serving in Hungary?
Play one of our songs.
Good evening.
I wanna extend a welcome
to everyone here.
And I'd like especially to welcome
the Djani Rebus Band.
Give 'em a big hand!
The song I'd like to dedicate to Milos
as he goes off to the army is "Time's Up"
Karakaj. - Fuck Karakaj.
Never Mind.
Time's up!
I have to go into the army
So long, mom and dad
So long, good old godfather
So prepare my farewell party
And now for the knockout