Premeditated Murder (Ubistvo s predumisljajem / Ubistvo s predumišljajem)

This film is dedicated to SLOBODAN SELENIC

How are you, my baby?

Did anyone call?

The students gathered in Belgrade to protest.

Hi, Jelena, honey. Daddy speaking.

Why do you never call?

I'm kinda broke again.

It's Fatso and I want you so. Listen, Bulika.

What we did was like a dream. Want to do it again?

I've got a job for you. I need shots and a few lines

on the students' rally.

The atmosphere, the city, that stuff. No shit here. Bye!

Come here, my only one.

My only friend.

The University Council delayed its decision

on the strike. So, the students proclaimed one.

They decided to shut themselves in 3 schools.

You recovered?

No room here. I have to be an outpatient.

You know where to go? - No.

After you recover you know where to go?

Don't worry, Joko. I'm not less patriotic than you.

Those who say that we've been manipulated

by the opposition are liars.

Our strike is not political.

We are against the war! We are saving our skins.

Our skins are at stake.

We don't want the irresponsible.

power-hungry politicos deciding our fate.

We want.

Slobodan Milosevic to resign!

What are you doing?! -Who, me?

Get off, menace! -Shooting some atmosphere.

So, I'm the atmosphere for you?! -Just a sec!

Done!

What are you doing here?

Sitting.

Where are you from?

Moslavina, Grubisino Polje. -Where's that?!

Far away.

You're not in the hospital?!

No room there. I have to be an outpatient.

So, where are you going to sleep?

I'll manage.

Cool. Fantastic!

None of your business, that.

Get off of me! Mind your own business.

Get off!

OK. Bye!

Farewell.

Help! It will bite me!

Easy, Thunderbolt!

Come sleep at my place tonight. There's room.

You crazy?! How?

With your crutch. I've got no chopper.

You don't even know my name!

What's your name?

Bogdan. -I'm Jelena.

Charmed! Let's go now!

What will your folks say? -Thunderbolt?

We live by ourselves. Move your ass, Schmuck!

Oh, let me be.

Good morning.

What's that stuff?

Bread dips. For breakfast.

Fantastic! We've got a cook now.

I can cook anything. Even lame as that, I can.

I can't. Nothing even healthy as that. Nothing but coffee.

Bread dips, you say?

That's French toast. Too greasy for me.

If you wanna take a shower, the towels are to the left.

You could change, too.

I've got two extra T-shirts. Take your pick.

There's a washing machine for your laundry.

Do you want some coffee? -Yes, please.

You're so green, we could lose you in the woods.

Please feel like you're at my home. Meaning:

No bimbos around here.

Lift the seat off the toilet bowl.

Don't mess up my mess.

Hey, easy! Easy with that!

I'm sorry.

Why?

That's my granny.

Looks like the war hit your place too.

I was looking for something.

For what? -None of your business!

Something from granny's diary.

Come here, beast!

Gee, you're handy with little beasts!

Where did you find it?

In a park. -Just like me.

I watch you as I used to watch her.

Do you mind if I ask:

Why are you interested in your grandma's life?

It's personal. I might even write a book:

"The Love Life of my Grandmother, Jelena".

The title is all you have? -I've got a lot of stuff.

Her diary, letters, pictures.

I fill in the holes and there you are!

And I'm supposed to fill in the holes?

You knew her well. Do I look a bit like her?

You're beautiful too. -Me?! Come on!

But you lack. How shall I put it,

that special sort of contempt for men.

Which I first noticed in Jelena's eyes

and later in few other women, great beauties, all of them.

Sit down.

OK, hang around with that crutch.

Maybe it will earn you a chair.

The gentleman is. -I found Schmuck on a bench.

He's from Moslavina. -Moslavina? Where's that?

I personally believe it doesn't even exist.

Schmuck made it up so he could have a homeland.

Was he wounded in the war?

Yes. A regular man-eater, but sweet as a lamb.

See? A little lamb!

Let me introduce myself: I am Branko Kojovic.

Tell the man your name.

Bogdan Bilogorac. -You are a student, too?

I use to be, in Osijek, Croatia. I'm a soldier now.

Let's move to my place.

If Schmuck goes to fight for the glory of Serbia again.

Fuck Serbian glory. -Jela!

Fuck Tsar Lazar and the Heavenly Nation!

How can you say that, devil take you!

Let him die a fucking hero, 'cause he's a schmuck.

My children.

Pardon me for calling you that.

You are so young and the times in which you live

are so different from those you want to write about.

I watch you and your friends, students and revolutionaries.

You cannot even imagine how different.

The revolutionaries from this very same University .

Looked before the big war. -How?

The eyes of those young montagnars

were burning with hunger , envy and justice.

What about us?

You are clean and frivolous.

Just like your grandmother.

My Jelena.

In contrast to the winner , Major Krsman.

Do you know how Jelena met Krsman?

But of course! I was there, too.

Foreign News Dept. in Tanjug Press Agency.

December 1944. Jelena and I are alone in the office.

Colonel Morozov, from TAS, is paying us a visit.

Excitement and fear.

Exhilaration, anxiety!

This is the Foreign News Department, Colonel.

Comrade Kojovic, head of the department.

Good afternoon. Welcome, comrade Morozov!

Good afternoon, comrade.

What do we have today? -News, as usual.

Do you translate everything?

You understand them mumbling?

I don't speak Russian.

This is Jelena Arandjelovic, a translator.

Good afternoon, comrade Jelena.

Did I pronounce it right?

This girl isn't a Communist Party member?

We're shot of qualified personnel.

We need her. She speaks French and English.

Like she does Serbian. -I see.

We keep an eye on her, comrade Morozov.

Jelena.

Nice name for a nice girl.

I'm Krsman.

Do you have a family name?

Everyone in Tanjug has heard of Major Krsman Jaksic!

Comrade Krsman is in charge of Tanjug.

So, it's Jaksic? -Jaksic in person!

So, I'm off. Farewell!

Jelena. You're out of your mind!

I really can't.

What do they do here? -Sing to the spring.

The others fart around. -Heart of gold, foul mouth!

The foul mouth is mine. Some schmucks have golden hearts.

You call your mother a bitch! -'Cause she is a bitch.

The Maori wanted the bitch, but no luggage, please!

So she dumps me at the airport.

Like excess baggage and sets off for New Zealand.

So, what do you want me to call her?

She left you the house, sends you bucks.

She sends me fucks! Nothing for 3 months!

He situation, you know. -A regular bitch, man!

You're not mad at your dad? -Not at all.

I feel sorry for him. I buy him drinks, man!

His young bride spends all the dough on war paint.

What's it to you?

Nothing. I'm just sorry, I am.

You always screw up things, Fatso!

My only love, your photos are great!

Say, are you working on that book?

You really want to publish that? -It'll pay off.

People spill money for that. The past is trendy now.

What made you dig through the old papers?

But you never cared for that.

I don't know. When they started sniping.

Li'l ole Jela started typing.