St. George Shoots the Dragon
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- 2009
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Inspired by true events.
They say Paris at night
is so bright...
the people don't know
if it's midday or midnight.
- Look how dark it is here.
- It has its advantages.
When you live in the dark,
it's much easier to die.
You barely lose anything.
Darkness replaces darkness.
And we deserve to live in the dark.
- Why, Grandpa?
- Because.
What other nation
curses the sun like we do?
the bloody sun...
It's a miracle
it shines on us at all.
Besides the sun,
we curse God, bread, mother...
What can a nation that curses
sun, God, bread and mother hope for?
Bloody sun!
I taught you to read and write,
and to count pigs.
But it's all useless
in this country.
I'll teach you something
that will be of some real use.
Get away from me, jinx!
F***ing raven! Bad luck.
Can't you play something cheerful?
Yes sir, Sergeant sir.
F***ing funeral music.
Stop playing and I'll let you
sniff my girlfriend's letter.
Serbian Army - Scout Unit
The Turks are moving
their artillery.
- Second Lieutenant, sir!
- I could hardly find you, scouts!
Now we get all the food
for the past week!
- We must inform HQ.
- After breakfast, neighbour.
It's a direct order, Sergeant.
Yes sir, neighbour sir.
- I forgot what a pig looks like.
- A pig?
A pig looks like a goose,
only without feathers.
Who took the other leg?
I want it back.
I'm asking you nicely.
Before you call Turks for help.
Come on, let's have it.
- Gentlemen...
- He looks like a spy to me.
- My name is Leonardo Spasic...
- Shut up!
He's got some kind of machine gun!
Let me waste him!
You can commit
cold-blooded murder, gentlemen.
But then you won't appear on
the front page of the Serbian News
as the brave liberators
of Old Serbia!
Gentlemen. Smile please.
ST GEORGE:
SHOOTS THE DRAGON
Gavrilo!
Look!
Who'd think a city girl
could make this on her own?
- What's wrong?
- Save it for my grave.
I don't need it now.
- We'll manage...
- Let go!
- You will manage.
- Gavrilo!
GiVe it to George!
He came back in one piece.
It'll look better on him.
Don't worry, he'll be back.
He loves you.
I'm sorry. I thought...
You're an expert on love?
No one came for you?
No.
Welcome home.
Two years later
Quiet down!
Zoja-man, angry!
Zoja-dog, mean!
Watch your dog, Vane!
Bite merchandise!
Gavrilo,
take me with you, please.
Grandpa told me
reading and writing is useless.
Take me with you,
just this once.
Why not, Gavrilo?
It's an honest living.
What's the problem?
Honest...
Yes, it is.
You. Run off home.
They just can't get enough.
Bloody Vukovic brothers.
Almost every night.
Sergeant! We can get them
on their way back!
Let them go this time.
The cattle will die without salt.
Besides, what would you do
for tobacco?
- Am I getting grey?
- Not at all, Sergeant.
Don't lie to me.
I still can't say nothing to you.
And I'd thought it all through.
Stupid woman!
I can't... I'm not a city girl.
Mile will take me home.
- What home?
- My home.
To my family.
Oh my God!
I'm so ashamed!
Kid, how come
you missed some of us?
If we're not equal here,
I'm changing establishments.
Damn right!
We natural unnaturals were the
best customers before the wars!
And then we unnaturals with medals
took over.
Him first...
Serious wounds have priority.
Since when does that apply here?
Don't bother serving me,
I'm sick of this.
Call me when you've decided!
Until then, no drinks!
That's my teaching!
Right in the face, every time.
- Just like Marx said.
- F*** Marx and f*** you!
Poisoning the kid's mind
with that foreign bullshit!
What's the use of school? All he
needs to know is to count pigs.
He'll make a decent living
from smuggling.
- Profiteers!
- Drop the politics, brothers!
Look at him.
What are you doing, Zoja?
When will you get rid of
that whorehouse monstrosity?
Spasic's wife ordered it,
but he won't have it in the house.
The mars right.
MoVe it!
Like we're for the mirror.
Better not look at it
at all.
Gendarmes. Three of them.
I finished it yesterday.
Who is it?
Me, George. That's me.
You wouldn't know, of course.
You prefer me in the dark.
Cover yourself.
People will talk.
Do I look better in the painting
or like this?
I have to go.
Sergeant, sir!
We have to hurry, sir.
- Trouble at the Normal Tavern!
- Baco's beating his wife to death!
Gendarmes don't deal with
domestic matters.
Deal with this one!
They treat women like cattle!
Right?
Wort let a decent man get drunk?
- Hit me, I don't know a better life!
- You don't, and you won't!
Don't you moVe!
Can you at least let us
finish this in peace?
You're not gonna f*** with me!
- You're not a f***ing gendarme, cow!
- I am, and I can jail your ass!
I'd rather rot than let her
humiliate me, like some women...
He's just drunken fool, George.
Sit down, have a drink.
Go home, you'll get over it.
Shoo... shoo!
Get away!
These beasts need a strong hand!
Madame Katarina,
can you eat these?
No. But they're beautiful.
And they smell nice.
Would you like to smell?
Come.
Does this mean
we shoot at our neighbours?
You heard the major.
Shoot on sight.
- Yes, sir!
- Wait.
Tell the smugglers
to stop crossing.
Good evening.
I'm not armed.
Can I go with you, sir?
Ask my brother.
He's selling tickets.
Get in!
Don't be afraid, scholar!
Give me a hand
with the other passengers!
Or, if you've got half a dinar...
- I have!
- Pay on the other side.
You scholars are a law-abiding lot.
Hop in!
- What's up, Zoja?
- He's a jinx!
Just when everything's
going so great, too!
Isn't it so, bro?
Jinx!
Tomorrow, to school!
Go ahead, feed them!
Sava River - Border between
Serbia and Austria-Hungary
I pray to you, St George,
to shoot the German ship.
Zoja, it's okay.
Keep Gavrilo safe, and our boat,
my buddies the pigs... the jinx too!
They've gone.
What's wrong, scholar?
Sh*t your pants?
Pigs are the only beasts
who don't know the stars exist.
It's their necks...
they can't look up to the sky.
They can only look down, at the mud.
Pigs still happy.
Mud's all they see,
their whole lives.
- They must miss the stars.
- Stars!
Any pictures in that book, jinx?
They're late.
This doesn't smell good.
- Well, I'm off.
- Quiet! You'll go when I tell you.
Zoja, sing.
Let's go.
Wait.
Gavrilo, this time, no credit.
You're always first here.
- Like you're Austrian, not us.
- Did you bring everything?
Everything. Direct from Vienna.
Quick! Unload!
Wait!
- You cut it, right?
- No way! Cross my heart!
Best salt in the Empire!
- Certified. No double-cross.
- Check it out.
Not bad.
- How could it be bad?
- We'll take it.
Look at the mirror.
Fit for an emperor!
Careful! Break it
and you die!
For you.
What's with this art stuff,
Gavrilo?
- Hope it's not yours.
- Cut the crap.
Gavrilo, hurry up.
This is no f***ing trade!
Venerable Serbs and Gypsies...
I'm delighted to see
the cooperation
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