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THE DAGGER:

Based on the novel "The Dagger"

by Vuk Draskovic, inspired of a true story

Occupied Yugoslavia,

Herzegovina 1941.

Here comes brother Bratomir!

Grandpa, here is Bratomir!

Brother!

Who could hope that he would come?

Grandpa!

The country has collapsed in two weeks.

It has broken like falling a water melon.

Betrayal! Betrayal, my grandpa.

We push Italians to Scutari (border city in Albania).

And just before taking Scutari...

ours declared capitulation.

There, I saw with my own eyes,

three officers took pistols.

killed themselves.

Just like that... capitulation.

Where are you?

We in the war and our godparents in the woods...

to escape from mobilization.

They came back.

And they are moving borders.

What borders?

Godfather Hussein is measuring

something on our land.

He is saying that the Turkish borders

are going to be valid again.

Leave that.

We won't die because of two meters

of land.

Nobody has power until

the end of time.

I dont give a single piece.

Husein

Why are you bringing your cattle in

our meadow, godfather Husein?

It was yours, now it is ours.

You know good that the place

of this border is not here.

Other state... other borders,

my grandfather.

Your state is dead.

Leave that, brother. Did you know

that Husein is since two days Croat?

Not Croat. Croatian flowers.

Listen to me. The place of the border is here!

You can be whatever you want.

Orthodox Christmas, 06 January 1942

What are you looking at, my sweetie?

What?

Sleep now. Come on.

Help us Christ.

Ljubice, give that food.

Here it comes, its looks very good.

Everybody is going to enjoy.

God is going to give us

health and beauty.

Thanks to God. Its going to be good.

Christ was born,

brothers and godparents Yugovich!

Christ was born,

godparent Nichifor!

With what good are you coming?

...If you came in good, grandparent Kemal.

What good can bring us here,

on this Holly day?

We came here to define borders,

once for all?

Until where is our "Empire"?

Didn't you expect somebody else?

Huso, fast. Gratulate the grandparents.

Christ was born, brothers!

This morning and never again, if God gives!

We are going to do like this.

How many sparks, is how many

Yugovichs head are going to fly off.

Ljubice, my daughter, bring socks and

shirts as present for our brothers and godparents.

We are not going to fight for

one simple border, no?!

Sit down, to drink.

These are the customs, godfather.

Don't tell me "godfather", like I come

on your wedding feast!

Tie them down!

Easy.

And now like godfathers,

slowly.

Like Hodga was saying, like humans,

not to complain.

Ljubice, have you brought what I told you?

Like that, my daughter.

Now, give everybody presents...

...to our godparents, socks and

shirts.

For Husein and kerchief!

I sh*t on your kerchief.

Customs are demanding, and you do

with it what you want, my son.

I want Ljubica.

F*** the kerchief and socks.

F*** you!

Don't shoot! With knife,

bullets is for humans! With knife!

Look, how she likes!

Don't worry, you will come too!

She killed me, whore!

Slaughter them! Slaughter them!

Not him!

Leave him to me.

Come to the church, my godfather.

To praise Christ from the part of Yugovich.

And to pray for my Husein.

Go back, in the house. Check if there are some

more papers from Nichifor.

God sees everything.

You will come to him too.

To your God or mine, Nichifor?

Merry Christmas, my godfather.

We forgot the child.

Hodza, should we throw him into the fire?

Kemal, you lost a son, but you got

one more grandson.

Give it to you daughter-in-law Rabia.

She is going to raise him with the one of Husein.

Its good. Its good, merciful God.

Oh Serbs, your seed will be lost!

Don't Rabia. Its not good.

You are not some Serbian wife to cry like that.

He is now in Heaven,

where the souls of all those who died for faith go.

You lost your man, but you got a son.

Still not baptized, not crippled.

Take it Rabia.

From today you have two to rise.

Its not breathing.

Why to raise Serbian bastard,

instead to revenge?

Do you need some greater revenge than

to raise their son and to see how he hates them more than you?

Serbs were all the time saying that we

were made from them when...

... their grand-grand Ilija has been

Islamicized and took name Alija.

If its like that, we should join in

brotherhood once again.

There is no better Muslim than a

Islamized Serbian.

Come on. Come on.

He's alive.

Now, he's hers. Forever.

You called me, Hodza.

Sit down.

Keep this paper.

I am ill, Allah can call me.

If it happens, you will give this

paper to the Hodza who comes after me.

Somebody needs to know what was written

in the book of Yugovich.

Isn't that a secret?

There is no secret if nobody knows

about it.

And nobody knows when this secret will

be needed. Do you understand me?

Not a single word.

In the hands of the new Hodza. Nobody else.

It's important that new Hodza would recognize Janissar.

To know what happens in Yugovichi.

Go away, Rabia! Hide the children.

The Chetniks are coming (monarchist anti-fascist movement).

Take the child and go away! Go!

Please don't! Please, don't!

Exempt my child! I will tell you everything!

I will tell you everything! Everything!

Just exempt my child!

-Here is one of yours! Serbian, from Yugovich!

-Where?

-There!

-Bring us there!

That is yours, as I have told you.

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