Divlje seme

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WILD SEEDS:

Whoa!

In the name of the father, son

and the holy spirit, amen.

In the name of the father, son

and the holy spirit, amen.

Good Lord!

Hold on, brothers!

Hold on, people!

A deity! A deity!

God has send a deity among us,

my dear brothers. A deity!

The winged horse has fallen from heaven.

The sins will be forgiven.

Kneel and preach!

Our souls will be saved from sin.

A deity, dear brothers!

You call horse a deity, you fool!

A deity, father Nikola!

Leave the parade!

Don't play smart with God, father Nikola.

- Get lost!

Don't be sinful, father Nikola.

Don't play smart with God,

because He can get his revenge...

- Catch the horse!

Where the wings are?

- Shut up and hold it.

Mind the stapes.

Don't ride the horse, priest.

Don't be sacrilegious to Holiness.

Get lost, I told you.

Leave the procession!

Leave the procession!

People!

Don't listen to the priest!

You can't do it anymore, eh?

- I'm starving.

I can't work anymore.

Pass me the onion.

- Take the onion and cheese, too.

God helps!

God help you.

Mowing, eh?

A bit.

- Just to earn for the lunch.

Are you hungry?

- I'm traveling from afar.

Drink some.

Schnapps.

Help yourself.

Where are you heading to?

To the village of Lug.

- We are from Lug.

Who to?

- To Obren's.

Which one?

- There are three Obren's in the village.

Krstic.

Obren Krstic's in jail.

Don't you know he killed

Velimir Popovic with a pickax?

I know...

The house is behind these acacias.

Looking for Obren?

Why are you looking for him

if you know he's in jail?

Is she at home?

- Who, Nada?

Why don't you say

who are you looking for!

I guess you are relatives.

No.

You come from afar and you heard about Nada?

- Say, what kind of gift you bring to Obren's wife?

I guess you don't know she likes nice presents, too.

- She finds it more precious!

I'm not in the mood for talking, boys.

If you don't believe, ask the major.

He keeps buying her some

nice scarves at Frenchie's,

while she buys on credit

at the shop herself.

Frenchie doesn't make accounts,

but remembers.

And when it comes to paying,

they lock themselves inside,

and count money all day long.

You know everything, I see.

Of course we do.

I saw with my own eyes when the priest

nailed her in the nettle field behind the church.

Father Nikola is nailing, and his

cassock twists around his legs.

The priest's black cassock,

and the white legs of Nada.

I climbed up the bell tower,

untied the rope, and start ringing.

I ring, and the priest fucks

as if there's no tomorrow!

The priest became deaf completely!

Hey, wait a second.

Whoa!

Ask Nada when is my turn.

She asked me to trim her acacia.

I said, "Ok, if you give me some".

- Did she give you, then?

No, she said only when

I trim her acacia.

Tell Nada that I'll come tomorrow

to trim her acacia, and f*** her!

And now I'll go tell the major

that his replacement has come.

Poor major!

Who are you looking for?

Are you Nada?

Yes.

I was in jail with your man.

We were in the same cell.

How's he doing with his health?

- Good.

Obren used to tell me about you

every single day.

Did he tell you to come by?

No... He doesn't know I came by.

Are you hungry?

I'm not.

Want some schnapps?

Nope.

What is...

What is with you, man?

- Don't be afraid.

Let me go!

Let me go, I say!

Goodbye and forgive me.

What do you want?

I'd like to spend the night here.

Oh, my kids!

Toplica, my son.

It's me, the major.

Draginja...

The angels of wrath!

Good Lord!

The crow died on its own.

Enough!

Quiet, people!

Brothers...

Ever since Obren Krstic killed

Velimir Popovic with a pickaxe,

there was no murders in our village.

On this very day, after so many years,

the two innocent kids died.

But why the two sons of

Toplica Milic had to die,

no one seems to know.

The outlaws!

- Right, major. The outlaws.

It must be revenge.

But what if it wasn't the outlaws

or revenge, what else could it be?

God's punishment!

Brothers, an outlaw kills to rob.

We're not missing anything here.

It couldn't be revenge either,

because Toplica Milic didn't deserve

to have his chicken murdered,

let alone his two sons.

That's why I ask you:

Who could possibly kill Milic's sons?

The wrath of God!

Listen...

Where is the police?

- Why do we pay the authorities, anyway?

For riding on our back?

- We want police guards.

You want police to protect you?

- We do!

Can't you protect yourself?

What? Say something.

No way. Why do we pay the taxes?

Of course you disagree, since I've already

whanged you for cutting the grapevine.

Leave that now, major.

- What about you, Mitar Perkovic?

You, who stole Frenchie's money?

Playing innocent, eh?

Folks, don't listen to the major!

God helps.

Father Nikola... A dray with

two dead bodies was passing by,

and this crow has fallen down

right into the flame.

You want us to read the requiem

for a crow?

The Devil himself got into my forge, too.

You saw the Devil, eh?

No, I haven't.

The charcoal doesn't start the fire.

How should I forge?

You're lying again.

- I swear I'm not.

The hammer gained weight.

I can't peel it from the anvil.

Please, father Nikola,

sanctify my forge with the cresset.

I'm gonna bring the cresset

to make sure everything's proper.

You want me to dress epitrachil, too?

I beg you, father Nikola.

Sanctify my forge.

I'll have my children die of hunger.

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