patient.
Is it a deal?
To end on a pathetic note,
as Shakespeare's King Lear did,
I think it's ever more clear
that the Serbian nation
is more sinned against than
sinning.
Neighbor!
Come in! Be right with you!
I've been calling but no one
answers.
Doing a big cleanup?
I didn't ask her to.
She's doing it on her own.
Come take a look.
She says she's bored. Come look
at this.
You couldn't move around in
here before.
It's all spic-and-span.
Nothing like a woman's touch!
A cheese pie!
It's almost done.
She do your bedroom, too? - Oh,
come on!
Where is she now? - In the hall.
You keep her in the hall?
No, you idiot! She's cleaning
it.
That's some cleaner!
Keep her locked up?
No. She's already a prisoner
just being here.
But you do tie her up at night?
I don't tie her up.
Did you hide the knives?
Of course not. What for?
Personally, I'd be afraid
to sleep in this house.
She could cut your throat
while you're asleep.
Cut my throat? She's a normal
girl.
She's a nurse. - A nurse?
They first learn to cut throats.
I read it in a book,
"Secrets of War", Arnold
Schwarzenegger.
First they slash you like
this...
then pretend to stitch it up.
You're full of shit.
Full of shit? - Know how much?
How much? - Past your eyeballs!
Maybe so.
Good evening.
Where is she going?
To take a bath. - A bath?
I haven't had one since the war
started.
I can believe it.
Nor do I intend to.
I can believe that, too.
Know how to play chess? No?
Then what are you doing here?
Out! Shame on you! You have no
manners!
See that?
A lovely girl!
It suits you better than
Jadranka.
Who said you could touch her
clothes?
I'm sorry.
Who said you could?
Don't gape at me like that!
Did you ask permission?
Did you ask for permission?
How dare you take without
asking?
Take that off!
Take that off right now!
Where are you going? Come back
here.
She makes herself at home!
As if she owned the place!
The nerve of the bitch! Take
these!
Stop crying!
Touch her things again and I'll
kill you.
Is that clear?
I'll give you my clothes.
They're clean.
I have clothes...
Shut up!
Get up quick!
Go and change.
Use my belt if it's too big.
And write that exchange letter.
Why so hard on the girl?
She wants to dress up
and I don't even know if Milos
is alive!
Shall we have that pie now?
Forget the pie. First the
letter.
Get upstairs.
Write your people you're fine.
They must search their prisons
for Milos.
For an exchange.
Write all that.
It's my sister-in-law's.
See if anything fits.
Take your pick. She doesn't
need them.
She left for Germany.
She'll buy more stuff there.
I'm not worried about her.
Sabaha...
Can I ask you something?
Go ahead.
Do you have a boyfriend?
Why do you ask?
Are you promised to someone?
Girls still do that here?
I haven't gone out with girls
in a long time.
How do I look?
You look fine.
How do you like this one?
Here they come again,
the businessmen patriots!
Now we'll get better acquainted.
Luka!
What are you doing?
I'm sealing the tunnel!
You spent a year opening it
and now you seal it.
It was an order. - An order?
How will the freight train pass?
That's why I'm closing it.
Did the order come from Aleksic?
Yes. There's no food or
medicine around
but plenty of oil and
cigarettes.
We didn't build this line for
smugglers.
Aleksic the idealist!
You know what wise people say:
"No one's candle burns till
dawn."
Sabaha!
Are you asleep?
No, I'm not.
You know, I had a good friend
at college.
Tell me about him.
He was a Muslim.
Stay here, Zujka.
Zaim from Vakuf.
You say "jaran"?
We also say "friend."
He liked railroads, too. A
great guy!
The things we went through
together!
And never an argument!
He was like my right hand.
There's no one like him among Serbs.
Nor among Muslims, I'm sure.
You asleep, Sabaha?
I'm not asleep.
Want me to go on?
Go on.
Luka, I'm scared.
Can I come into your room?
Sure. Why not?