Three (Tri)

THREE

Is it coming?

I can't hear anything.

What about you, Milovan? -Nothing.

Do you know if a train is coming? -You can't stand here!

You, recruit, go back! Get back!

The station-master is coming!

Get your elbow out of my ribs! -Look, a gentleman! -I am!

Is it coming? -Where are the Germans?

Did they hit the bridge? -Quiet, old man, that's a military secret!

What are you, a spring chicken?

They said it's coming.

What are you looking at? You animals, get back!

You're worse than a herd of sheep!

Hey buddy, bring your bear here! -Let's see what she can do.

Come on Mark, we've got an audience!

They're leaving us behind, like a Gypsy's campfire.

Don't insult our army! -He should, they're traitors!

See that? Even the army is leaving.

What about us? -Ask the policeman!

The rats are running!

Another one is coming. Probably!

People, he's making fun of us! -He doesn't know anything.

Repent!

Speak to us, Zeka! We've been waiting for you!

Ah my friend, you're also fleeing! -Are you going 1st or 2nd class?

Don't worry, they'll give you anything you want. -Repent!

Zeka, you be maintaining order. -If you can't, nobody can.

Repent! May Our Father bless us with peace. Amen.

I tell you, the wagon was full. -Whose wagon is it?

Zeka, get out of the way! -What are you doing here!

The policeman's gone! -The Krauts will take all.

People, we'd be wrong not to take it!

Petrol for aviation! -Long live aviation!

Give me a cannister to fill! I'm stone-broke!

Stop yelling! -There's plenty!

Stop showing off!

Have you already forgotten what it's like to be a civilian?

You should be maintaining order at the front, not here.

We're a military patrol. Military laws apply in this zone.

The Germans will take everything. -Like hell they will!

The resort is headquarters and the front is ahead. That's true.

The fifth column is another story. -I know it, so does the army.

What is the fifth column?

What are we to do? -And who are you? -The recruits.

What are you waiting for? Get in line!

Quick, stand in line!

In broad daylight, he tapped into a wire to headquarters. -And?

And nothing. He was shot on the spot.

Your papers. -Why me?

Give me your papers!

Name? -It's written there. -I know, I'm checking.

Your papers!

Name? -Milos Bojanic. -Occupation? -Student.

Your papers! -I don't have anything. -How?

I have nothing. My house was bombed. I escaped from Belgrade.

Everyone has their story. You're one of them. A spy.

Why does he talk like that? -I've talked this way since birth.

Who are you? -A journalist. -He's lying, he has a camera!

That's part of my profession. -Your profession is to spy!

That's why he has a camera. -He should be shot.

Because of the likes of you, we lost Kosovo in 1389.

My wife and child are also here. -Where are they?

Vera!

Quiet! We must be sure. Call her again!

Does anyone know this man? -No.

Where is your wife? -Somewhere here.

Are they going to shoot him? -Where?

You should wait for his wife. -Who said that? -I did. -Quiet!

The student. -I've watched him. He hasn't said a word.

You can't just kill a man without checking his story or a trial.

It's war and wartime rules apply. Maybe you're one of them!

He's also a fifth columnist!

Quiet! We're the law here!

Wait! Where are you taking me?

Wait, let me explain! What's happening...

They really killed him!

What about us? -What about you? -The recruits? -Get lost!

Has anyone seen my husband? He wears a beret and has a camera.

Don't move! Hands above your head!

Throw down your pistol!

Don't worry, friend, it's empty.

And if it was loaded, it wouldn't kill you.

I thought... Where's your cap? -It's in a thorn bush.