THE THIRD KEY
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Come here, for fuck's sake. You're all same!
You're all same, you people!
You'd watch that apartment for 20 years. You may even get another one before.
Come, please.
If you don't feel like waiting, you know how it goes.
You have right to get three keys, but there are only two here.
We should keep everything clear, you know.
That's a touchy thing.
Franja!
They didn't put elevator to work yet. We'll have to get down by foot.
Come!
Come. It's too much already, now I must get down without elevator, too.
There's a puddle there, watch out.
Say...
Take this. There's some groceries for you.
You didn't have to!
But thanks! - Don't mention it.
I'll bring you the key.
The worst is about to come.
What do you think? I think it's good, right?
Don't you think that bathtub is a bit... - That'll be easy.
Hey, it's over. We got the key.
I can't believe it. Do you think everything's gonna be alright?
With us? - Whom else?
I do.
Don't. - Why?
Look all these windows around. Besides, that guy is staring at us.
Franja!
Where have you been by now? I could reach by foot by now.
What are you carrying?
Why do you need that mouse?
Here. - Thank you.
Wait, Franja. Have you been drinking schnapps again?
Look what we have given. We got booze!
Those are all tough drinks. You may get wasted.
Sit.
Let's take a look.
Drop that out. It's not good.
This formulation is good. Keep that.
Speaking of that thing, I'll advise you to move some things inside ASAP.
Anyway, you've got the key.
The building is not yet officially habitable.
But you just move in.
You think that someone may break in?
Maybe that, too. You know this is not a completely regular thing.
There's not too many administrative catches.
There's no big danger, but you never know.
The Devil never sleeps.
Once you get in, no one can throw you out. You know that.
I don't, but if you say so...
We're cashless at the moment, right?
Raise a loan. That's what people do in such situations.
We're indebted up to our necks already.
Going well, eh? - Yes.
Is there a lot more? - More than a half.
You say you're poor.
You know what? Tell your mister he's witless.
The elevator is out of work, and he pays the driver.
Normal people give him 10 for this, while this drunken wretch of yours 50.
And then he's crying when he's without money.
Take it to the kitchen.
I can't give him less, can I?
Let them pass.
Can you? - Yes.
This goes to kitchen, too.
Zvonko, you better put it on the balcony. It will use space here.
Balcony? - Yes.
You just push me around, lady.
It must be organized, otherwise... - Yes, I've seen that movie many times.
You're not tired, are you?
Hell no. When the brothers get along...
Those are Jura's tricks.
Would they make it themselves? - Why not.
It's him again. - Who?
See that small guy over there?
He was standing by the elevator a minute ago, staring at us.
Look at him now.
Some bozo. - You know him?
Come on! - I'm just asking.
You know many people, you can't deny that. - Yes.
Maybe he's interested in our flat. Maybe he knows something.
As if our own problems are not enough, but you come up with new.
I'll go help them.
Will you finish with this already? - No way.
Leave that off, let's eat. - What?
The lunch is ready. - There is lunch? - Yes.
What delicatesse is on the menu today?
Sausages. - That's modest.
Why? - A meal for the poor.
Any salad? - Beets.
That's complete lunch. And our first here, too.
Wait.
I have stickers here for the door and mailbox.
Since it's our first lunch here, let it be official.
Dunja and Zvonko Kršlak.
Let me glue it.
They're two now.
How? - Him and another guy. Look.
That's nothing. - Nothing, how?
Why they keep hanging around us? - Says who?
There is billion people around now.
Friends, relatives, jacks, acquaintances, whoever.
Let's eat.
Can't you see they do nothing but standing there and looking?
Zvonko. - Let's eat!
Everything's gonna be ok with us, right? - That's for sure.
Have you decided to make a new start? - I swear to God!
Can I go now? - Yes.
Wait, leave me some money. I have to go for the groceries.
What money? I'm without a nickel.
How? - Like that. Look.
My last 9,000.
Didn't you take it from that bag where we kept 200 grands?
What 200 grands? - If you didn't took it, where did they go, then?
No idea. - I know there's 200 more.
Then, where are they? - That's what I ask you.
You, asking me?
Have a seat.
It seems that I was the one who spent it on booze, gamble, whatever.
I didn't say that. I just ask you.
What's wrong with you, Dunja? The bag is placed there.
We both take the money from it, right? - Wait, Zvonko.
If one made one bad thing before, it doesn't mean he's to be blamed forever.
Yes, but it wasn't only once. - No?
There it happened many times, then. - Let's leave that off.
No, I'm a thief, a drunkard, a gambler, a punk.
You picked me up from the street... - I didn't say that.
But you thought it.
You already said once these same things to me.
But you thought it seriously then.
You even thought that I've picked you up from the street.
Did I say that?
Yes, that.
Look...
You know yourself how much this apartment thing cost us.
You know we're left deep in debt.
You know we had to borrow from my uncle.
You know that we had to bribe that guy.
You know that we've been scraping up the last nickel from our pocket.
Let's be realistic.
Don't think I shit money. - I don't say that, but...
It's just that we don't have anything to eat.
You know that and you're stil careless, eh?
Ok, I'll manage somehow.
Don't borrow too much. - Who says I will borrow?
I'll go to the bank to see if anything has arrived.
I don't know. I'll raise a loan. I'll think something out.
... As noted in the text, the stratification of society into rich and poor
is happening again and it's even accelerated.
Unfulfilled expectations created a sense of powerlessness
before the advancing spirit of nobility, individual and group greed.
Meanwhile, we reached the point when the newly established class,
who gained their fortune by breaking not only moral,
but often legal barriers of socialist society, is being legalized.
By escape abroad of one of our managers - as noted further in the text -
we've got a crystal clear compound of extortion and counterrevolution.
Only this year, such people have eaten more than 4 billion of our income,
which has been proven. How big is the unproven share, then?
Hence, a large part of our working class' income goes not only to irrational investments,
but it also overflows to the elite neighbourhoods,
bank accounts and trips abroad.
As later stated, all these paradoxes...
Wait! - Who's gonna send you letters?
See this? The first letter. - Who from?
I don't know, there's no name on it.
Who we gave our address to, anyway? - No idea.
Only Jura and Marko know, as well as guys from SCI (self-management community of interests).
But they wouldn't do that. - The elevator is out of work.
Reduction. - Again?
Couldn't they find a better way of saving the electricity?
Now we have to break our legs. - What can you do.
Who was that?
I don't know.
Let's go.
Was that the same guy? - Who?
The guy we saw the other day.
No.
Why somebody's hanging around us all the time?
Well, the apartment is a dangerous thing, dear.
Why is it dangerous?
Some people tend to scrounge on you when you're settling into it,
some people think that they have more rights to get one than you,
and some hate you because you have it and they don't.
You think that someone wants our apartment?
No idea. Maybe.
The letter.
But it's our flat, right? - Ours, whose else's?
Who knows who can it be.
There are many jacks still hanging around.
You just calm down.
Somebody made mistake, I guess.
Well, well... - What is it?
A grand. - Who from?
No idea.
I don't like it.
Why?
All this. Some suspicious people hang around our door,
then the money that comes from unknown source...
Leave that off. This is destiny.
Whenever I'm broke and forced to whack someone or steal something,
something emerges and saves me.
Don't tell me I emerged, too.
Why not? You are my destiny, so to speak.
I don't like this. As if we stole this money.
Whatever. There's billion reasonable explanations.
Reasonable? You were talking about destiny.
These things are accompanied.
It could be a wedding gift that arrived too late.
Whose? - How should I know? Someone's.
Why is nobody signed, then? - What a question.
Nobody is signed because of modesty, I guess.
How should I open this? - You are really an expert.
That's not the way of opening the bottle. You just unscrew it.
I guess somebody will show up eventually and ask if his money has arrived.
Our names are written on the envelope,
which means that it's somebody's wedding gift.
Or it was some of our crazy friends
who know that we're broke, so they sent the money.
You've been telling people again, Zvonko?
I'm not. As if it's hard to notice our situation.
You out of job, me out of money, moving and bribing.
That's simple.
True, but someone sending the money to us is a kind of strange to me.
And you can't undecieve it in any way.
Maybe we shouldn't talk about it, but maybe it was only your imagination.
Mladen's gift, right?
What?
He's glad that we got our own apartment and moved in.
He's familiar with the troubles we had as subtenants.
Even though it was you who left him.
So he sent us a little gift. Right? - Are you giving me back?
Giving back, what?
In all this situation, you're only worried how to rub my face in with the old stuff.
Stop it, please. - Zvonko, I've got enough.
Our first real quarrel.
In the apartment.
That was our premiere.
And reconciliation.
Tell me something.
We've agreed that we will start from the beginning.
That's what the deal is.
Did you really think it's achievable?
I did. And you?
I don't know.
Sometimes I feel like I did, but sometimes no.
What does it depends on? Me?
No.
I'd like everything to be new.
But some strange things happen. That money...
Those people...
I know only you, and you work in municipality office.
Ok, I know you're a small fish,
but they would do a favor to you rather than me.
What? Tell me.
Do you know my nephew Davor? - Yes.
He has his eyes set on an attic, and wants to make his apartment out of it.
That's good, but expensive, you know. - No, he has money, but...
The problem are permits, you know. It's quite difficult to get them,
but since you're already there... If you can do something about it.
I've already asked for me once.
I don't know. I may try, right?
Try, please.
I know, but I offer no guarantees. - Ok, I understand.
Check, please.
Two coffees... 120. - Here.
Say...
Speaking about money, he will give you something already.
Be sure.
A nice white envelope. No problems at all.
Good morning, we're from gasworks. We came to check the installations.
Be my guests.
Two days ago... - Yes, right.
The people from gasworks were coming. They built the stove in.
There... Regulations, Mrs. Regulations!
There's no gas in the room, but central heating.
But installations are there, Mrs.
What's to be done there, if there's no gas?
We just check the installations, Mrs.
You're interested in everything but gas.
Anyway, how could I know you're from gasworks at all?
Do not be disturbed. - Do you have any documents?
Mrs, please do not take our time. We're done, anyway. Let's go.
Don't give up now. If you say they were suspicious to you,
we'll check that thing. Come.
Neighbour!
Hello!
Sorry for bothering. Have people from gasworks coming to you?
Yes, two of them. Why?
My wife says that they were suspicious. - They were so strange!
They were even entering my room. Did they enter your room, too?
Then I asked neighbor's husband who works in gasworks, too.
She said that they were checking something.
I knew it, they were kind of strange to me.
Neighbour!
Have those guys coming to you, too? - From gasworks? - Yes.
They behaved like savages.
There you see.
People, you know why there's no beer? - Why? - Because there's no money either.
No fights, no beers.
No detergent.
Guys, listen to this!
Two days ago, we get a letter.
Guess what was in it? - A greeting card for moving in. Right?
No greeting cards, but a grand. - What?
A million old dinars.
No shit? - A million.
We thought that somebody's making jokes, but nobody responded.
And we begun spending. - A clever thing to do!
Was it some of you?
No...
It wasn't me.
Not that tune again!
Turn it off.
What does Kuštek say? - Nothing.
He says that it would be different if I'd only have a higher education.
This way, there's tons of us with same qualifications, and I don't even have the practice.
He apologizes. They employed someone with stronger connection.
It'll be difficult with one paid only.
I guess we'll find something.
We're penniless again, right? - Yes, thanks for your question.
Wait a second.
"It's been known that there was no real fun within wider Zagreb area for the last ten years,
"without one having his back beaten up. A murder becomes all present type of offense.
"Firearms tend to be widely used, as well as an axe and the blunt objects
"which leave the most serious consequences. The murders become more and more dispiteous.
"In the Humski Lug, a husband kills his wife with multiple knife cuts,
"and then jumps into the well in order to kill himself.
"However, the water is too cold for him, and the villagers arrive to get him out.
"Only two hours following the murder, the killer is not excited at all.
"The thing he done only two hours before, didn't left any marks on him.
"A mother of two sees a solution for her marriage in killing both herself and her children.
"She goes off to the bridge waiting for her husband to come by.
"Realizing that he's not coming back, she throws one children into the river,
"and then she throws another one. She decides to jump herself, too.
"She stays alive. A gruesome crime.
"It's interesting that many murderers behave in a similar way before commiting any offenses.
"Their most often feature is primitivism. They usually have a very low degree of general culture.
"The most often case with the women are bigotry and jealousy.
"In the last five years, 28 people have been murdered by women.
"23 men and 5 women in total."
"A bigotry as a motif for murder..."
What happened? - Nothing, the same guy.
Who?
I was telling you about it. An artist who listens the radio while people look at him.
Now he's reading the newspapers aloud.
Have you done something for Marko's nephew?
No way.
Nothing can be done.
But I asked Marko if his nephew send something to me in advance.
Marko swears he's not.
If Marko says so...
Who knows what can it be.
Wait, I locked the door. Did I?
You haven't touched anything later, right?
No, why?
Because I lock the door only once.
Maybe you locked it twice.
Zvonko!
Did you put this vase on the dishwash?
Why would I? I guess you did.
I'm not crazy.
These are dry flowers which do not need water.
Nothing is missing, then?
Nothing.
I've bought it, you know.
There it is.
I've walked around whole city.
Now old Zvonkec will change the lock, and everything will be fine again.
The letter has arrived. - What?
Why you didn't open it?
The same handwriting.
That's why I didn't open it. - Another grand.
It was not me!
That's too romantic, and I'm a technician.
Besides, I'm a simple guy. I drink ordinary brandy.
It wasn't me.
I'd admit it, would I?
Then, I'm not smart enough.
I have no idea what could it be. - Twice, you say?
That's pretty much like a letter game.
And you're giving me back from this money?
You're not mad, are you? - Why would I!
In fact, I am. Since you're so broke, I have to be mad!
You shouldn't be giving me back immediately. I could wait.
It's not a matter of life and death, is it?
This way is better.
You wanna get rid of this money, right? Maybe it brings misfortune.
Right, Dunja?
You see, I'm not afraid. It doesn't bring misfortune to me.
I am an old Devil myself. The Devil can't do anything to me.
Right?
But the case is very interesting, though.
You say, as if somebody's watching you, eh?
And then - bam! The money in the letter.
But it's not like somebody's watching us from outside,
but it's like he's looking inside our minds.
Oh, uncle... You're a romantic, you know. Even though you claim you are not.
It's because of Dunja!
She inspires me!
I can't recognize myself. Give kiss to your uncle!
And she doesn't do a thing!
I listen to you carefully, uncle.
Ok, let me tell you, then. These people who hang around you,
that could be, you know...
There's some devilish regularity in life.
Until my late wife was alive, we got along so well.
But we had quarrels, too. Of course we did!
These quarrels always ended so that I'd leave slamming the door after me,
take a deep breathe, drink few brandies, and get back.
You see, whenever I would leave like that, I'd stumble upon the same man every time.
Get it? - The same man?
Some bloke who used to sell lottery tickets at pubs.
I'd meet him only then, even though I was visiting the pubs pretty often.
Don't think I wasn't!
Of course. But I used to encounter this man only after a quarrel with my lady.
Now, explain me what it is?
Who's able to explain this?
Listen.
What kind of foolishness is this again?
Zvonko? - It's me.
What happened?
There was someone. That's for sure.
When he heard me, he ran away upstairs.
And you followed him? - Yes, but I don't know where he's missing.
We need to sleep over all this.
Maybe I should take two or three days off, and stay here for some time.
No way.
Someone is attacking your job.
You take the leave in order to protect your wife.
We must find out why they're attacking us.
There has to be a reason.
Ok, I agree. There has to be a reason.
But how would you find one?
Should I stand on the stairs and shout: "Hey, pal. What do you want?"
There is the law. Police.
Yes, there is police. What can they help you?
Nothing specifically.
You have something.
Have, what?
That money.
You want me to go to the police and ask them to find out its origins?
They would put me to a madhouse in no time.
Besides, who says there's a connection between the money and the burglaries?
Who says there isn't? It always goes together.
But this money saves us, Dunja!
The money saves us, but this will take us to the madhouse.
Damn!
You think that this money pays the burglaries?
That's crazy.
I see that these things always go together.
I feel like someone is paying us to do something or not do it.
How come burglaries, then?
The same thing, but in a different way. - Go get some sleep, lady!
You're talking bullshit.
Sit.
Sorry, I don't understand your problem. - That's what I want to ask you.
Is this thing with the apartment clear? Are the documents ok?
Why not?
You know that we moved in a rush. You know how did it go.
The documents are ok. I can't see why do you worry about it?
I'm worried because some suspicious strangers keep hanging around us.
They even tried to break in.
To break in? - Yes.
Then, you should call the police.
Yes, but I wanna know what I'm dealing with before I call the police.
That's why I called you, right?
Is this apartment meant to be given to someone else? Can you tell me this?
Was there anyone who aspired to get it, or hoped at least?
This is no good. You'll have to do it from the beginning.
I feel like someone is taking revenge.
Your documents are ok and no one can do anything wrong to you.
If only the documents are what counts!
Maybe it isn't about us, but something else.
Like, what?
I don't know.
Maybe someone's interested about the apartment itself, or something inside it.
Let's assume:
Someone aspired to get this flat. It was maybe even promised to him.
And now he's left with nothing.
But he feels like he can try something or make things better.
What about the second possibility, if something's inside the apartment?
Yes.
We moved in pretty much in a rush, right?
Maybe sooner before someone expected. - Who?
I don't know. Maybe it's just a phantasy, but it is possible.
Take this, for example.
While the housings were built, somebody hides a thing in the flat.
Not sure who. Maybe... - Come on!
What are we here, then?
A barriere.
And now he tries to take this thing back but we're standing on his way.
No, it doesn't seem probable.
Why are we getting the money, then? - Let's assume it doesn't have anything with it.
"Let's assume". Wat are we to do now?
We'll fight.
This is our territory.
We'll fight them.
How?
Hello!
What are you doing? - I was fixing around the house.
Fixing, what? - Something.
What does the doctor say?
You sit first.
There, I sat. - We'll have a baby.
Don't tell me!
Look at them!
That's pretty much like a glorious moment!
Let me kiss you!
Congratulations, kid. Even though Dunja is in charge about it.
Then, I'm a...
Wait... What am I now? What am I to your child?
Something like a granduncle, right? - A granduncle, yes.
We must drink for this!
The family's last name is going on!
It shouldn't go without this!
Uncle, I shouldn't have to... - Shouldn't, how?
You are in charge of it. Get it?
Do you feel sick, maybe? - Yes.
You know, I have nothing special to offer except for brandy.
But Zvonko willl not refuse it, right? I know him well.
There.
In short, I don't have anything except for brandy here.
For some time, my friends used to change it for a whiskey, as if that's more refined.
Bullshit.
I stayed dedicated to brandy.
Good brandy is better than bad whiskey. Right?
You rather tell me how did it happen?
Not exactly, I mean. Silly me!
I'm old enough to know how it happens, right?
That's pretty fine, you know. Now you have an apartment, too.
You're pretty serious, right?
No, it was more like... By accident, you know.
It was not all by accident.
How? You said...
Look at him! You naughty boy.
Let me tell you, kid.
A woman knows what's the best time for having a child.
She knows how she's feeling and when to bear it and bring it up.
You know what, uncle? He behaves as if I've hooked him.
Because I'm older, it's like I was jumping my last train.
He's a bit clumsy, let me tell you.
We're all like this in our family. In his age, I was...
Let's not talk about this.
You just listen to your old uncle.
If you need something about your pregnancy and your child,
those are pretty serious stuff, you just say.
I know how these things are going. A little envelope...
You know how it goes. Old uncle will fix all that.
Everything but this, uncle. - Why?
We may need it. Why?
Why not? - Everything but envelopes, money, and such.
Let it go like it should be.
Don't, I'll fall asleep. I'm waiting for the laundry.
Big deal. - I must do something around the house.
What are you saying, madam?
I'm serious. Who's gonna employ me now when I'm pregnant?
A child is an expense, too. If we don't do something...
Do, what? - I don't know.
I'm not smart enough.
No one is looking for these self-managing acts which I'm doing now.
And they haven't even paid for the last I've made.
One must have some responsibility if he thinks to bring up a child.
You can't deny him everything from the start.
If I got it right, you're asking yourself... - I'm not.
You're asking yourself whether we should have a baby at all.
No. That's what you ask yourself, not me.
And you don't?
Do you know how old I am? - I can feel it.
If I don't give a birth now, I may not ever.
We hope that you're find something for you in our late program.
Have a nice evening.
Good evening, dear spectators.
Saturday, September 11, was mostly a hot and sunny day in whole country.
Tomorrow will be slightly warmer.
Two Dinamo's played a 1-1 draw, while Red Star lost 1-0 to OFK Beograd.
Of noteworthy events, we may mention marking the jubilee of our revolution,
as well as world's news.
In these news, we'll talk about unstabilizing behavior in the Split harbour,
do we need more breweries since the existing are barely employed,
and two subjects regarding tourism. Let's start by the order.
Did you check the mail today?
Yes. There was nothing.
Sure?
Of course. Why?
I don't know. We're without money, right?
I know, but what does it have to do with it?
Nothing, I guess.
You are crazy, Zvonko.
Am I? You're noticing that pretty late.
You're hoping that something will come by letter again, are you?
Express mail. A registered letter. Sign here.
Here.
Do we need to pay something? - No.
Bye. - Bye.
What happened, Zvonko? - The letter has arrived. Express.
For whom?
For both of us.
And I was already looking forward to see this thing over.
We pulled through again.
I can't think of anything else.
Hold this!
I didn't know there was so many holes and hideouts in this flat.
There's none now. - Except mine.
I hope so.
What about under the parquetry? - That's out of the question.
You know why do I ask? - Why?
Few months ago, I've read that a bank nearby was robbed.
This guy broke in, and only women were there.
They never found him.
You think that this money could be hidden here?
We've checked everything. Only the parquetry left.
I could trim the panels, and then raise it.
Don't. - I don't know, then.
It's not flat, nothing inside... What is it, then?
I guess nothing.
It looks like they bother you for nothing.
Yes. That's the way it looks like.
You know what?
I'm interested about something else.
Why do you think there's a connection between the money and breaking in?
I don't think that. Dunja does.
For some time, I even thought that someone's bribing us.
To do something. Some kind of organization.
Who would bribe you? - I don't know.
I admit that I'm losing it.
I'm afraid that someone will show up eventually, and say:
"You've been receiving the money, spending it... Now you do this and that."
Whatever.
Who would tell you this?
I'm feeling dizzy of this air already.
Of this reduction and climbing up.
God knows what will happen with me until the end of pregnancy.
Maybe you'll feel better then. I've heard there's such things, too.
Where did I put my keys...
Hold the matches.
Damn!
Something's wrong. - The key is stuck?
It's not even locked.
Ok, let's see one more time.
Are you sure that nobody else has the key of your apartment?
Yes, I'm sure. - A door is not being opened by force, is it?
No.
Are you sure that you and your lady didn't... You know. - What?
Have a quarrel.
No, we hadn't quarrel, or fight.
We've been at the theaters, and when we got back,
we found it like this.
And none of you have... - None of us, what?
No, we've been together all the time.
Everything was in order when we left.
Nothing's missing, right?
I said, there was nothing valuable in the first place.
Especially not the money.
We had a feeling that someone used to come even before, but...
Nothing was ever missing.
We've never seen such mess before.
You don't know who can it be?
I'd tell you if I know.
Well, I don't know how we should classify this.
It's not a true burglary, since nothing is missing.
The lock is not broken either.
We'll classify this as violation of the owner's living space.
Something like this, right?
You know better than me.
Speaking about people who hang around you... Interesting.
Maybe we should send someone to take a look discreetly.
Everything but this, please.
Why, lady? - Just no.
We don't need police on our back along with those strangers.
That would be completely crazy.
I'll go to the hotel! Just far from you. - Where to?
I'm pregnant and I don't want anything to happen to me.
If you don't care, I'll take care of myself.
All the time, you say as if it's my fault. As if I arranged all this.
I made this. Right? - Listen!
I just say we should've told them about the envelope, and that was our mistake!
Is that right? They would put us in jail.
They wouldn't!
A burglary. The lock isn't broken. Nothing's missing.
They would put us into madhouse if we had only tell them about money.
Listen, they would surely discover something about it.
All the time, you're saying that these two things must have a connection.
I don't know anything!
You're making things difficult for two months. - I just know that you developed your imagination.
That you came up with your theories. "That's possible, that's not possible",
Everything to cover up the real state of affairs. - What real state?
The real state of affairs! I don't believe in miracles, you know.
This what happens must have its cause!
You know what's this all about, but you don't wanna lay stress.
In fact, you are scared. - Scared of what?
Scared of truth. That's what you're scared of - truth.
What truth?
What truth!?
You cow! It will burn out the whole apartment.
You are a coward!
That's why you've been drinking. - Nice one! Now I'm a coward, too.
I drink, too. I knew we were about to reach this subject.
Be honest to me... - Me?
As if you're honest to me!
I thought we were able to open ourselves to each other and be normal, and not like this.
No, you can tell anything! Anything.
I can't even assume the most logical thing.
And what's the most logical thing?
It's that you've been with Mr Mladen in all sorts of financial relationships,
that it was long and mayne not even over yet, and who knows what.
Speaking about truth, I have my rights, too.
So, you don't believe me either? - No...
I do. - Why do you think we're seeing each other, or send letters? Why?
What do I know? I believe you.
What is it?
What is it??
Nothing! - Does it hurt?
Now I'm not sure at all.
Shall we leave?
You're staying for three days, eh?
That's enough time to make things better.
I guess we'll later have peace. - I'm not sure if that's clever.
Why?
Shall we?
One who needs something may enter the apartment and no one will bother him.
Let him take what he needs, or the whole apartment.
We shouldn't risk our health or lives.
You could stay at my place. - Or at Hrvoje's.
His house is full of people.
Come on.
I'm from 313. My wife is upstairs.
Yes. There's a letter for you. - What letter?
It arrived this morning. They forgot to give you.
You know that song of ours? - Which one?
"The duck is swimming across Sava..." - "Carrying the letter on its head."
"And in the letter, it says..."
10 grands.
"And nothing less".
Hello, expectant woman!
You've been drinking again.
Just a little. Almost nothing.
You can't stand on your feet. - Really?
An insult of honor. Maybe this will make your day.
They found us again.
I'm not saying who.
You are a pig.
I know that myself.
They feed me well...
I'm fatted...
And one day...
Slaughtering.
Locked once.
Just like we left it.
No one was here, I guess. - It seems so.
Tell me. Now what?
I don't know. We'll see.
I keep listening to "We'll see" only. Sometimes we should do something.
Hello!
Look what I've bought! - You shouldn't have to.
We didn't give back uncle's money for two months already. - So what?
That's for reconciliation.
Besides, we're having peace long enough.
No burglaries, no envelopes, nothing...
Maybe it's over.
How much this candlestick cost? - Why you should care?
I do care. You know that I don't like when you waste money.
I've got a pay raise.
6.5%.
Not much, but it makes one's day. It should be celebrated, too.
I thought this candlestick will cheer you up.
You know how we're doing. - How?
We're without money again.
I'll manage something. I will.
How?
Maybe something will arrive.
In an envelope. For me and you.
I'm looking at you two all the time, you know. You are kind of strange to me.
What's wrong?
And you drop by rarely. You should come more often.
We're not strange, uncle.
Have you been quarrelling and fighting? You know how it goes.
Yes, we're fighting. - We are not.
Yes.
That's not good, I'm telling you.
You're old enough to split now.
Anyway, you married pretty late. It's not how the things go.
The stomach is growing, too.
It's pretty visible. Right, Dunja?
Yes, it's there.
What do you quarrel about? It's not the money, isn't it?
No, it's not the money. - The other things.
You already know what's happening with us and around us.
It only reveals what's wrong between us.
Do not philosophize, dear. That's not for women. Women are clever without philosophy.
It's me who has the right to philosophize. Me, a grey-haired old man.
I will tell you something.
The more troubles, the better, because troubles unite people.
Sometimes. - Always, dear!
Regularly. Listen to your old, grey-haired uncle.
He knows what he's saying!
Always.
You have to be thankful to destiny for sending you all these miracles.
Because that's what unites people.
It makes the marriage more solid.
Maybe the destiny itself is sending this to make your relationship tight.
First you suffer for a while, and then it gets better.
Right, Dunja?
Something white is here. Maybe some flyers, eh?
Not really.
What is it?
As if I've heard someone by the door.
And now, nothing can be heard again.
Does it hurt?
It will go by.
We can't go on like this.
This is not life.
What shall we do now?
Let's change the apartment.
Change it? What about the money?
We'll take a smaller one.
I'll put an ad in the papers tomorrow.
We're expected to do something. It's better we leave from here.
I feel sorry, you know.
I don't.
It was our apartment after all.
Despite such bad times.
It was awful.
I'll feel again like a subtenant there. At least in the beginning.
This is better, anyway. I'll go downstairs.
A car door is open. Turn the radio on, we'll come in a minute.
You shouldn't have to. I can take this by myself.
Wait, let me show you. - What?
What's that? - Look inside.
So, you've got it, too?
Me, too.
Jura called this morning, I couldn't understand him.
It seemed like he was drunk.
I think that he got one, too.
I thought we were the only ones.
I guess you're expected to do something, too.
Me?
Why me?
Who would expect anything of me? - I don't know.
I think we need to discover this by ourselves.
Zvonko?
What is it?
You know what I think?
That only now we're making a new start as we agreed.
I finally believe for sure that everything will be new.
Yes.
A new piercer, if possible.
You see, this one broke just a second ago.
A new auger.
THE END
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