Absolute Hundred (Apsolutnih sto / Апсолутних сто)

In 1992. war was raging in Yugoslavia.

That same year the only 3 medals for Yugoslavia

on the Olympic games were won in marksmanship.

ABSOLUTE HUNDRED

The seller agrees

that the buyer can pass the entry of ownership

without the presence and consent of the seller.

Is that OK with you?

Is that OK?

Sorry, I have a cold. -Cold?

You want some tea? -Yes.

Here is 3.000. The rest you'll have as agreed.

You guarantee the same status for the members?

Have you listened what I was saying?

It's all there.

Get this crap out. I want to redecorate.

Those are memories. -Do you care?

You better take them, I'll throw them away.

OK. Give me two, three days.

Two, three days? I'm not Neske.

Get out!

OK, I won't keep you any longer.

I can't see anything from here.

He'll shoot a bull's eye.

Don't leave, we have a meeting.

Where's lgor? -I haven't seen him.

Nice, you're all here.

This is Mr. Runda, new shooting gallery's owner.

Well, what can I say...

I'm pleased to be among Champions.

Until now marksmanship depended on your devotion.

You didn't have the right support.

But now I'll help you to achieve better results.

That will demand commer- cialization of the Gallery,

so I'm asking for your support.

You will practice till two p.m.

Afterwards, those who pay.

But the most important thing is

that membership will stay the same.

Sasa? Wait!

Runda wants to see you. -ln some other life.

Igor sold the Gallery, but it's not our business.

You have a Championship in 30 days in France

and very good chances. -What am I supposed to do?

Crawl to your Runda?

First of all, he's not mine.

Second, he's not to blame for purchasing the Gallery.

Third, we have to practice in here.

You're right.

See you tomorrow.

What's this?

You want installments? You think I'm a jerk!

You'll have the rest soon. -ln a few months, junkie!

You're not aware that you're in deep shit.

Take this painting. -lf I wanted a painting,

I would go to a Museum. -Our famous artist.

How much is this shit worth? -1 0.000 DEM at least.

Fuck, we don't need it. -Two grand.

You're fucked if you don't give me the money.

I can't give it for two...

You fucker! There's no bargaining with us!

How much is your brother worth to you?

Leave him alone. -What?

You and your brother are fucked! -OK!

You'll have your money tomorrow, leave him alone.

How much is this shit worth? -It's worthless. -Leave it.

See you around.

Igor!

Open the door!

Do you hear me? Open the door!

OK, calm down! -Open the door!

What is it? -What? -I couldn't come, I'm sorry.

That's not what I'm talking about.

You promised me you'll never sell it.

You should have told me. -I had to sell it...

Besides, it's my problem. Is that clear?

We have more expenditure than profit.

It's the only thing father left us.

And because of it we should both drop dead?

Where are you going?

Shall we go to the movies? Just the two of us.

I can't.

Is there something wrong with me?

You'll have to finish it, it's after two. -So what?

Please! That's the deal, at least for now.

Just let me finish the training session.

Better see Runda, he'll give you better conditions.

But you must show some good will.

They say you'll be better than your brother.

Fuck, I wasn't fortunate in sports.

I've tried boxing, handball. People like team sport.

I'm boring you?

You didn't like my speech yesterday?

Brother didn't tell him he have sold the Gallery.

He didn't tell you? -Sasa... -Hey!

He can speak for himself.

There is only one problem. -Yes? -The schedule.

I told you. Sasa's National Champion in Junior league.

I know. -He's preparing for the World Championship.

So? -He must practice more.

Of course. 90, 95% of success is in practice.

We'll think of something.

No, you stay. Look...

I'm glad that a Champion is practicing in my gallery.

Tonight I'm opening new joint. You're my guest.

Why are you fucking with me? -What?

If I said till two, it's two not 1 0 minutes later.

For every hour you'll give me 1 0 DEM. -How come?

Like that. -You said you'll give him better conditions..

I meant sneakers, sweat suit, rifle...

But he can practice till two. -He uses one line.

You're not making the rules. The Gallery is mine.

Sanja!

Why are you yelling? -Come down. -OK.

Whole day long I'm thinking about last night.

What's the matter with you?

I have to pull the words out of your mouth.

We're invited to a party.

Tonight.

You brought us to a betting joint!

Your Runda is a redneck.

Yes, he is.

Why are you so pissed? -Shut up.

Why don't we go in? -Are you nuts?

Free drinks, man. -No.

Please, 1 5 minutes only.

You are my dearest guest tonight. You know why?

There are Ministers, cops, position, opposition.

But you are the only champion.

They don't worth a dime. -Let's go.

Easy, sister. Let's have another drink.

Vodka-juice and three whiskeys.

I've watched you today. You're fantastic.

I would like you to teach me something.

OK, but it's not free. As your shooting hours.

Don't get mad, champion. It's not my fault

that your junkie brother sold the gallery.

I need some fresh air. -Wait!

I'll go and check Sanja.

Fuck, I only wanted to help. I paid for it.

What's the matter with you? You're making a scene. -What?

He must show respect to the man. -What man?

C'mon.

Listen, champion. This is not for public eyes.

Hold it!

What, you don't have a gun? -I know nothing about it.

If you like it you can have it.

You and I have something in common.

We are both big in our line of work.

That's why we understand each other.

You said you need more time to practice.

No problem.

If it was somebody else, I would've kicked his ass.

But, I have a proposal for you.

I don't care for the Gallery I'll get rid of it soon.

Coach drinks, kids shoot all day long...

It gets on my nerves.

You'll have the key to practice whenever you want.

You can teach my guys, I don't have the time.

If someone special shows up, you'll be there.

One more thing. Your brother...

I don't want him there.

Do we have a deal?

No.

It that so? -Yes.

You don't love me anymore. -You know I do.

I don't...

Fuck, when it's something important you're silent.

I didn't expect you'd say something anyway.

Kid...

Tell you brother he's got till Wednesday evening.

And tell him not to fuck around!

Is that clear? Go.

Igor!

Fuck!

You're alive? Are you?!

You could've fried yourself!

Come on, easy.

Here you are... -Thank you.

Look at those Chinese, bro...

What a place.

What is it? -They are waiting for you.

Hi Neske.

I'm Sasa, lgor's brother. -I know.

My buddy and I came for a drink,

but I saw you and wanted to say hello. -Cool.

I want to have a word with you. -Yes?

It's about lgor. I want to help him, but...

It's not working. But you are helping him. -Yes.

Well I don't like the way you're helping him. -Why?

You should know.

Your brother have chosen very expensive sport. -What?

What do you want, fucker? -It's OK.

You made him go to war then to become a junkie.

Now you're rolling in money. You even took his girl

so you can piss him off because he was always better.

You would be happier if he was killed.

Finish your drink and go.

I was shit-scared! I thought he'd kill us on the spot.

It's OK. -What is OK?