Natasha (Nataša)

NATASHA

Daddy!

Daddy...

SEPTEMBER 15th, 2000

Hi, Tiki.

Your Majesty Milutin!

Give us 2 litres.

You'll make me rich. - It'll take me to work.

I hang here, cops harass me, I smell like hell,

and you ask for 2 litres, as if it were milk.

I can't afford any more.

Care to taste it? - Come on!

Burn this garbage. - Leave my school-pal alone.

Kiza, is that you?

Hey, handsome! It's been a long time...

I came to see my old mother. - That's nice.

Still playing? - Nope. We split.

So you fiddle away? - Right...

A damned good car. - It sure is...

Let's have a drink. - I must go to work.

Where? - A fucking book-shop.

Very cultured, eh?

I'll give you a lift.

Look at you! Regular tramps!

The kid's something. The sweet young Immanuel Kant.

I buy her cigarettes.

Baby, I'm Kiza.

I didn't know your dad had a pretty daughter.

Fuck you very much.

Who's the kid? - Skrbonja's daughter. She grew up.

A bad day, eh? - A bad decade for all of us.

Not me. No reason for complaining here.

We read obituaries like birthday cards.

Pissing against the wind?

How's Sandra? - Fine.

We'll go to Canada, and leave this to the devil.

She's such a chick.

She screwed up by marrying you. Tell her I said so.

I'd rather not, in case she hasn't realized.

Move it!

A BOMB FOR YOU

Out! Get out!

A fucking joke!

We glued chewing gums on door-knobs.

These days it's plastic explosives.

What fucking explosives?

I got scared shitless.

Maksa! Skipping school again?

Nine days to elections - and then it's party time.

Hold this for me.

Come on.

May I help you?

Just looking. - All right.

Your boss is dumb.

He should open a cafe, I'd take care of protection.

You tell him that. - I'll tell him.

Don't forget. - No problem.

Baby!

Booted out, Crumbs?

You hunting for chicken- meat here? - Not me.

Cultured-like, a soft whisper, a gurgle-gurgle...

and wham! Gotcha!

Five minutes...

If we meet again - your treat.

She stole a fucking book!

Fuck you, Sima!

Don't chase after me!

I could've broken my leg.

Sorry. Why do you follow me?

You stole a book, and I'll have to pay for it.

I thought you ran because you liked me.

I only took this from your crime partner.

No partner, we went to school together.

Give it back. - I will.

Lean on me...

You forgot me. - What'd I forget?

The bombing, the shelter. - Everybody forgot that.

The cellar, the explosions,

and you keep playing on this thing...

Remember?

Man, I've forgotten all about that.

I'm your fan. - You are?

Do you play still? - Only when it gets tough!

What do you do? - What do you mean?

High school, third grade. I'm the kid with Mom.

I know. You've changed.

For better or for worse? - You've grown up.

The uranium makes tits grow.

I remember the foul language. How's Mom?

So and so. Are you leaving the country?

For ten years now.

I'll leave some day.

May I ask you something? - Name it, my only fan.

Give it back to him.

I'd hate if anyone knew what I did. Got it?

Anything for a fan. - I knew you were great.

In spite of your shitty looks. - Thanks a lot!

I mean - shitty in a nice way.

What's your name?

Where've you been?

I thought the kid was a karate pro

and knocked you out.

No. She escaped.

Must've been an important book. - Not very.

I'll be off. - It's been great seeing you again.

What? - Sorry.

You snatched my cellular?

Silly of me... May I call Sandra?

Call Sandra. - Silly of me...

It's busy...

It's all right. - Thanks.

Bye, then. - Bye, Kiza.

Who's the boss around here? - You are.

Is that you, Aca?

Do you know anything about these bomb threats?

Nothing? O.K. Bye.

Sorry to interrupt.

Mom, let's go if you've finished.

Where have you been?

I go to school and I'm a good pupil.

Don't be itchy, Squirrel.

Look at me. Have you been at school?

I swear by Mom. Let's go home, please.

Later... Your dinner's... - In the oven, I know.

Do you need any money? - No.

Bye, everybody.

Nada, how about some sex tonight?

You got a car? - I'm not going home.

Another boot, Crumbs?

That's my bus.

Marko? - What?

Marko? - Yes.

I've been dreaming of you.

Who dreams of his own wife?

I dreamed of us not being married.

You're at it again? - Fuck it. Never mind.

Where've you been, love?

That's nothing.

What happened?

A customer returned a book on martial arts.

What happened?

No idea. Two characters I've never seen before.

They hit me for no reason...

So I thought I'd better relax.

If I relaxed, I'd explode and shoot...

my colleague teachers, the super, the vice-super...

Wait till you get a steady job,

then give it to them...

Have some. It's great.

Do you remember the cop that got killed?

Did he have a daughter?

Yes. Natasha. Natasha Skrobonja.

Yes...

I saw her today. She acts strange.

No wonder. She lives in a chaos.

Yeah.

What else does it take to make you leave for Canada?

Sis keeps sending E-mails. We must decide.

I'll buy a warm jacket, and we're gone.

I was kidding.

Let's wait until the 24th. If we fail, we leave.

Fuck the optimist. - Yeah.

Pee, screw them. Pee.

Please, don't get mad! Please, take it easy.

You, scum!

No emotions...

Piss on the traitors, chase them away.

Come on down, scum, if you dare!

Piss, fuck them all!

I'll get you in the elevator.

Piss on them! - Be calm and dignified, Sandra.

I'll cut your prick off. Come and see my python!

HE'S FINISHED

It's been almost a year...

Yes. I still pretend he's in the bathroom, shaving.

I hear his whistle as I ride my bike.

I get excited when I see his handwriting.

They forgot him.

As if he had never existed.

Who could've done it? Why?

I'm pissed off by their lies.

Who remains normal in this country - is abnormal.

Please, excuse me for just today.

It's been how many times?

I can't stand the jerks.

Nor can I.

Go on. - You're great.

Sorry, teacher.

Natasha, doll, jump in!

Yes?

Remember my name now? - Natasha.

I knew it all the time. - Bravo.

May I come to see how's your leg?

Come where? When? - Your place. Now.

Wait, somebody's at the door.

No fear, open the door.

What happened to you?

I fell into a concrete drum...

We're renovating the country, see?

My fault. Is it the partner? - No. Come in.