-Come on, Daddy. - Not right now.
- You promised. - Give me five minutes.
- Just a little while. - Speak Spanish, okay?
Forget it.
We come here so often.
Everyone knows us here.
- They don't listen to me. - Let it be.
It's such a nice day today.
Do you want another drink?
Look, Daddy!
How can you stick it on now?
- I don't know. - You've ruined it.
That's enough!
Give it to me!
Look what you've done!
- You did that! - No, you did!
Be quiet back there!
Did you forget the fish?
What are you doing? Are you crazy?
What's going on? Give me a call.
In the morning I went to school,
but there were no teachers or pupils.
Serbs and Muslims...
I'm not sure anymore how...
I ask the witness to stick to the facts.
My father didn't want me to go out.
I didn't listen and left anyway.
Then I saw a bus stop in front of the gymnasium.
Many villagers had been brought there.
We thought it was for their protection.
Then JNA soldiers brought women from the gymnasium to the bus.
One of them refused to force a woman with a baby in her arms onto the bus.
But then an officer came, pulled her away from the soldier,
and dragged her to the bus by her hair.
He yelled, "That's the way to do it!"
and forced her onto the bus.
Yes.
He is sitting there.
Mr. Hajdarevic,
do you recognize the school in Kasmaj in this sketch?
Gymnasium, schoolyard, school building.
Yes.
Can you please show us exactly
from where you observed the events in the schoolyard?
From our house.
The caretaker's house where you lived with your parents.
Is that correct?
Yes, I was hiding in the entrance.
Mr. Hajdarevic,
you have already testified
that people were forced onto a bus.
Was it this white and blue FAS
or this brown VECOM model?
I'm not sure. I don't know.
You're the expert.
Then let me help you.
It was this FAS, just like those used by the JNA since the 1970s.
Do you remember now?
I think so. Yes.
The bus looked like this white one.
The bus was parked in the schoolyard, like this?
Yes.
So from your vantage point, you could see
the events you described earlier happening in the schoolyard?
Yes.
Good.
The Prosecution's plans of the grounds indicate
that the road is eight meters wide and the entrance to the schoolyard
is five meters.
The turning radius
of this bus is exactly twenty-one meters.
So it cannot enter the schoolyard, neither forwards nor backwards.
It could only park here.
Now I ask you, Mr. Hajdarevic, to explain once again
how you could have seen anyone being forced onto this bus.
Not only could you not see the bus doors,
there is no way you could have possibly witnessed
any of the alleged events.
How can you claim that the accused was involved,
let alone personally forced people onto the bus?
He was there.
He was there!
It is impossible to park this bus
in the schoolyard.
Then I have no choice but to suggest an on-site inspection
in the Srpska Republic.
She wants to know why Alen lied in court.
He didn't even tell me he was going there.
Just leave us alone.
Alen was buried today.
Are you coming?
Dinner is ready.
Go wash your hands.
Sure you don't want to keep any of them?
You take them.
I'll get the rest.
Is this yours?
Yes, yes.
That's not supposed to be there.
I want to keep it.
What a pity. Nice carpet.
He killed himself.
I doubt his God will still welcome him.
Fuck off.
One word to those pigs in The Hague...
Let me go! Let go of me!
What happened?
Mira!
Should I get us something to drink?
Did you hurt yourself?
I slipped.
I'll go upstairs and get a bandage.
What did he want?
Did it have to do with Alen?
Not a word to anyone!
- That's too big. - Give it to me.
Pretty weird. I never met your brother
and now we're clearing everything out.
Thank you.
Take out your music. I'll be right there.
- Have you seen Simon? - I think he left already.
Maybe he's still upstairs.
Is Simon with you?
- He can't have gone too far. - I'm so scared.
- Have you looked everywhere inside? - If he's gone...
- Mira! Have you already looked inside? - Yes!
I'll call the parents we know.
Where were you?
You can't just run off like that!
There was a man.
You gave me a huge fright.
He gave me this. A giveaway.
Cool, huh?
Who gave you that?
The man. And these are for you.
- Don't just throw it away! - Come here.
Where were you?
- I can't explain anything to you. - Did I ask you to?
- I'm sorry. - I never asked you about the war.
And I don't want to drag it out of you.
You're not telling me what's going on
and you obviously have your reasons.
I'm trying to understand all of it, with you and your brother.
Forget about Alen, okay?
It doesn't matter anymore.
Look at our life here. It's been good the past few months.
And now?
I don't know who you are anymore,
and what sense it makes to get on each other's nerves.
Simon, please!
There's Dad. I want to see Dad. What are they doing to him?
Stop it!
Why can't we see him?
- Simon! - Let go of me!
Go away!
I'm hungry.
It's always the same. You sit there and say nothing.
That's you, Mommy.
If I understand this right, it says Alen is a crazy Muslim fundamentalist
and you're a traitor who's in The Hague
dragging Duric's name through the mud.
Not only do they name your hotel, they also give our address in Berlin.
Now anyone can shoot off the ammunition left from 15 years ago.
Did you think I couldn't piece together what has happened?
Why did you keep silent?
Simon, please. Get in the car.
I thought I'd help you by not opening up old wounds.
Now I ask myself, am I such an asshole
that you can't tell me the truth?
Alen was right. I should have done this long ago.
None of that matters to me: The Hague, Bosnia.
Don't get me wrong. I'm talking about the future, about us.
This is just about me.
You're crazy. You drag Simon here. What did they promise you?
That afterwards it'll all be different?
We're going to my sister's. She knows we're coming and then we'll see.
When are they coming?
Excuse me?
You stay with Dad.
I'll come soon.
Yes, I understand you very well.