It's going to rain.
The flies are biting.
Come on, it's time.
It's already raining
down there.
This conversation is too
one-sided, Kiril.
It smells of rain.
Thunder always gives me
a jolt.
I fear they've begun
shooting here, too.
Go, go, Nin ja Turtle!
Kill him!
Take it easy, kid...
Time never dies.
The circle is never round.
I wanted to take a vow
of silence, like you.
But this heavenly beauty
merits words.
Bullets!
Run!
God help us!
Good night, son.
God be with us.
Sshhh!
Don't hit me, please.
'Don't give me away.
Speak to me.
Are you mute?
You don't speak Albanian.
I don't speak Macedonian.
What are you doing here, son?
A midnight stroll?
All right, I need a piss, too.
Come on, Kiril.
What are you doing there?
I haven't got all night.
My name is Zamira.
You are a good person.
Welcome.
Thank you, Father.
Well, Mitre?
We're looking for
an Albanian girl.
- She killed my brother.
- God rest his soul.
The children say
she's hiding here.
We've only had refugees from
Bosnia, Moslems.
We're all equal
in God's eyes.
Remember five centuries
of Moslem rule?
Father, you're one of us.
Give us the Albanian girl.
There's no girl in
my monastery.
- We'll search it.
- No.
We must!
An eye for an eye!
Bad blood.
Turn the other cheek.
We have.
Wait outside.
- Has anyone seen her?
- No, Father.
I just want to know
if she's here.
We would have told
you at once, Father.
Kitty, kitty...
No one?
Father Kiril?
Have you seen a girl here?
We would have told you;
it's a sin.
So, she's not her, right,
Father Kiril?
Welcome.
- God sees everything.
- Forgive us, Father.
Might is right. - We won't
do anything to you.
But when we find her,
she'll be sorry.
Well?
She's not downstairs.
- What's upstairs?
- Father's Kiril cell.
Come on, Father.
You shouldn't do this,
Mitre.
For your own good, Father.
Come on.
Stojan, make sure
no one to leaves.
There's nothing here,
children.
This is a sin.
An eye for an eye.
Albanian whore!
Stojan, under the bed.
We'll find her, even if
she hides in America.
So you're hiding a Moslem
in God's house. Speak.
Kiril hasn't spoken
for two years.
He took a vow of silence.
Mute? Deaf, too?
I'll fuck her Albanian
mother, too.
You, animal!
I'll wait for you outside.
- I win, pay up.
- Give me some brandy.
- Let's get his gun.
- He's crazy, he'll shoot you.
- Can I hold it?
- Here.
Run! Run!
"Yeah, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death...
...I will fear no evil:
For thou art with me."
Shame on you!
Deny thy father.
Give up thy name.
Good luck to you both.
Thank you, Father.
Forgive me.
Kitty, kitty...
Shoot, cousin!
Shoot!
We'll go to my brother
in Skopje, he will help us.
Then to my uncle in London.
He's a famous photographer.
I don't understand you.
No one will find you.
No one.
You don't understand me,
do you?
No one.
Grandpa!
Where were you yesterday?
Answer me, you slut!
Where were you yesterday?
Did you go to the sheepfold
again?
Did you kill the shepherd?
Answer me.
Did you kill him?
What the hell were you
doing here?
Blood calls for blood now.
Did you forget what
I told you?
I never hit you. Never.
I locked you up in the house.
I cut your hair.
Should I shave it off?
Who is he?
He saved me, Grandpa.
He saved me.
Did he, you bitch?
Whore! Slut!
He loves me.
He loves you?
He loves me.
He loves you, eh?
Let's see.
Let him go.
Let him go!
Clear off!
Run!
Don't. Don't!
Sister, no!
Forgive me.
Go fuck yourself.
I love you.
Motherfuckers.
I want to speak to
Alexander Kirkov.
I'm sorry, but
he's gone away.
Would you like to
leave a message?
No message today.
Thank you.
Where are you calling from?
Not bad, and you?
- Killing myself here.
No problem.
Do you need money?
Take this money.
Send it.
What?
Money, money...
I give no shit...
Suck it.
Look at our people.
The driver will see you
smoking.
Don't worry, he's my uncle.
Have one.
- I gave up.
- Come on, relax.
- I'm off to a harvest. You?
- To a baptism.
Whose?
- Mine.
- You're joking.
My nephew.
Nice. How long since
you were here?
Sixteen years.
I ran away twenty-four years
ago; I only came back once.
Do you mind?
Your wife?
She died... in a taxi.
Why come back now? Don't you
see what's going on here?
You'll be sorry when someone
chops off your head.
I won't.
It's about time.
Where are you going?
I'll shoot.
You'll hurt yourself.
Oh, you're one of us.
Stop.
- Where to?
- To see Bojan.
Son of Trpe,
the innkeeper.
Anyone at home?
Give it back,
they cost a lot!
Go home,
you little shit!
My uncle Mitre will sort
you out. I'll tell him...
Tell him to suck my cock...
gently.
Good afternoon.
Good afternoon.
Fucking hell!
It's him.
Look at his camera,
it's from Germany.
Man of the house!
Quite a gun you've got.
Can I see it?
You little brat.
You can't catch me.
Don't do that, son.
Let the kid go.
Hit me, cousin.
Aco! You old bastard!
I didn't recognize you.
A beard and a half.
- Older, too. When did you get
here? - Last night.
- Where did you sleep?
- In my old bed.
I'll wallop you.
You should have dined
and slept at my house.
Aco, Putziler Prize - winner.
It's been a hundred years,
you donkey.
Only sixteen.
Mitre?
Hi.
You took that from my nephew?
I should have smacked him.
Put it somewhere safe.
Hell with it.
Give us to eat.
Here comes my wife, Neda.
Cheers and welcome.
Thank you.
To long life.
Let me say something.
May we gather again
next year...
...with a bride.
He's got many brides in
England.
- Cousin, do you see ever see
Hana? - Forget about her.
She's Albanian. Aren't there
enough of ours for you?
- What does that matter? - Her
father will cut your dick off,
then it will matter.
Her husband died last
year.
She's got a beautiful
daughter.
Where have you seen her?
She hangs around
the sheepfold.
Don't be stingy, bring her
over some time.
Damn Albanians, they
breed like rabbits.
They'll take us over.
Stop talking rubbish.
No one's taking over anything.
- Cousin, have a cigarette.
- No thanks, I've quit.
Don't be silly.
- No, Zdrave.
- How long are you staying?
- For good.
In that case we'll help you
fix up your house.
The roof and the windows
should be mended.
Fix it? Just look at
their house.
Aco, take a picture of us.
Hangover?
Hangover, yes.
Who are you?
I'll come to you.
Are you Kate?
You never knew when to stop.
To stop, or not to stop?
Full stop.
Perfect.
Don't.
Still dreaming of Hana?
Still.
She's a widow now.
I'm a divorcee.
- Are you?
And you?
Me? I'm a schoolteacher.
Have you got anyone?
Sleep. You need it.
Good day.
Good day.
Where are you going?
To Hana's.
Hana Halili.
What for?
She's my friend.
From school. I haven't seen
her for sixteen years.
I want to pay my respects.
I've brought presents
for the children.
I mean no harm.
Tell her it's Alexander,
from London.
Ask her father, Zekir.
Go.
Sit down.
You've gone gray, too.
Welcome.
Have you come from far?
Very far.
How do people live
in the world?
Good, if they know how,
same as here.
Welcome.
The times...
they're no good.
They used to be better.
Blood is in the air.
It's stuffy.
It should rain.
It must,
sooner or later.
For the children.
This was for the husband.
I didn't know he'd passed away.
Last year, in a car accident.
God rest his soul.
This is for you.
For me?
Like in American movies.
Sitting Bull.
Come in, Hana.
Help yourself.
Thank you.
Go away!
- Welcome.
- Thank you.
My grandson, Ali.
Kiss his hand.
Why is he here?
- Say thank you.
- He doesn't belong here.
Take the gifts to your
sister.
He doesn't belong here.
Get out!
I'll slit his throat!
Mother, Father, forgive me.
We're having a wedding
without you.
Be joyful...
If you only were here to
share our happiness.
Rest in peace.
Hello?
What's up?
What's up?
Hey, old man.
I want to speak to
Alexander Kirkov.
There's no such person here.
Who did they want?
Nobody.
Come on.
You beauty!
Shit.
What is it going to be,
a boy or a girl?
It doesn't matter, as long as
it's a boy.
Come on, my dear.
Where did you get to
yesterday?
I got as drunk
as a skunk.
- It's good for your liver.
- What liver? Long gone.
You forgot how to drink
in England.
You've got the sexiest girls
there.
Congratulations!
Bojan, fetch brandy.
- We already have one here.
Come on, fetch the
good stuff.
He wasn't this worried
about his wife.
What a bore this cousin
of yours is.
I video-tapped a programme
about you:
Our man made it
in the big world.
Vietnam, Beirut... - Vietnam
was before my time.
Same shit.
- Are you tired?
- As if I'd left yesterday.
Everything is the same.
I feel good here.
Comfortable.
America, England, where
they don't shoot...
...that's where
it's comfortable.
They shoot more there.
You can't imagine
the killings I've seen.
"Will these hands
ne'er be clean?"
They won't start
shooting here.
People are peaceful.
They used to say that
about Bosnia.
Now the world's watching
a circus.
Waiting to kill each other.
- I was in Bosnia.
- And? Bad, huh?
An industrial in jury?
Are you tired?
I'm tired.
There's no reason
to fight here, Doc.
They'll find a reason;
war is a virus.
We split in two: Our village,
their village.
People give nasty looks.
I'll go and see Hana.
- Where's Bojan?
- You've just missed him.
See her, but behave yourself.
Keep it in your pants.
Come to Auntie, my dear.
Let's go.
Hurry!
Where?
Let the damned Albanians
rot on a pitchfork.
One of theirs.
Whore with a pitchfork.
The children saw the Albanian
slut with him this morning.
- I'll strangle her myself.
- And then what?
Keep out of it,
you're not from here.
We'll be at the sheepfold.
Take it.
It's time to collect.
Five centuries of our blood.
Take it.
Poison yourself.
Did you see guns?
- Yeah.
You haven't seen anything yet.
This is only the infantry.
Politicians are all
we need now.
Where is the UN now?
Back next week,
to bury the dead.
Have a nice war.
Take pictures.
You know what?
You're crazy, too.
Correct. I'm still here
in this asylum.
Hana?
It's me.
How are you?
Bad.
Tell me.
My daughter is missing.
Your cousin.
- Zdrave?
- Yes, Zdrave.
Do you see what's happening
to our people?
I see.
You just watch.
Help me.
As if she were yours.
Cousin.
I almost killed you.
Shame on you.
- Why?
She is a child. A child.
That child killed
my brother.
How do you know? There's
the police and the law,
let them decide.
You left long ago, you don't
know how it is here now.
Live your own life.
That's why I'm here.
I couldn't live with myself
if I let you do this.
Cousin, wait a minute.
Aco, come back.
Aco, I'll shoot.
Do you hear?
- Aco, I'll shoot.
- Coward.
Alex, I'll shoot.
Shoot, cousin. Shoot!
Run!
Run! Run!
Whore!
Shoot, cousin.
Shoot!
Aco, don't you worry,
you'll be all right.
Look.
It's going to rain.
You whore!
Blind fool.
It's going to rain.
The flies are biting.
It's already raining
down there.
Come on, it's time.
And time doesn't wait.
And the circle
is not round.