Boomerang Page #2

They do.

- Bloody hell.

Why are you all dressed up?

Did someone kick the bucket?

You don't know? -No.

- Mickey's getting married!

This is my best man!

- I'm your best man!

Cheers!

Sorry! -It was an

accident. Seriously.

Here you go. -Thanks.

- Don't mention it.

Merci, monsieur.

- Absolutement.

It was love at first sight.

- I'd love to meet this wench.

Don't call her that, Bobby.

- Sorry, Mickey.

My life's just beginning.

- Got a bag full of cocaine.

Who? Mickey?

- Her.

She's from a decent

family then.

I'm not getting married

for the dowry, guys.

And she really is

from a decent family.

Her father was both

a Chetnik and a Partisan.

A complete person.

- Let's drink to that.

To Olga. -To Chetniks.

- And to her dad.

Here's some

medicine for you...

...and for you.

You'll feel better.

Take it.

Here!

It's a new American

super-medicine. Take it.

And here!

You can't get it at

the pharmacy! Take it!

Here!

Sh*t! I'm going to be

late for my wedding!

Password?

- You crazy bastard!

How did you guess?

- Scum! Liar!

I wasted the best years

of my life supporting you

and making a man out of you!

You pig!

While you were

sleeping around!

Now you're leaving me, eh?

With two kids?!

On the street,

without a dime!

I'll jump off a bridge!

Give me a brandy.

- No can do. -Why not?

I don't serve Communists,

juveniles, Lithuanians and...

...drunken ex-wives.

- You a**hole!

Hey, guys! Mickey!

- Come on, man.

Tony? What's up with you?

Why are these scumbags

pretending they don't know me?

You're all a**holes!

- Get out of here! Beat it!

The b*tch is giving him a

hard time? -She's killing him!

Your mothers are the b*tches,

you idiots!

Bobby, give me a brandy

and I'll forgive you.

Coming right up, honey.

You crazy jerk!

Bobby, we've been

buddies all these years

and you never told us

you had those sweet kids.

The little one looks just like

you. -Yeah, just like me.

They're the neighbor's kids.

She takes them with her

for dramatic effect.

How come the little one

looks just like...

He's got wing nut ears.

- Just like mine.

Where's your wench,

pardon my expression?

She's gone to church to

confess her sins.

She's so crazy,

I can't believe it.

I didn't have the heart

to turn her down, man.

She's 'well-educated',

like this, small and juicy.

Listen to this. Last night

I'm on my way home

from a literary evening.

Boomerang is closed.

This woman is standing

outside. I unlock the bar,

she takes my hand...

Sh*t, we've got to go...

- I'll talk faster.

As soon as we get inside,

she grabs my balls.

I throw her onto the TV.

There are cartoons on.

And I watch the TV a bit

and her a bit.

Tom starts chasing Jerry.

I go with the rhythm of the music.

He's chasing him, around

and around some couch.

I think 'couch',

boom-boom-boom-boom.

On it goes when smoke

starts coming from the TV.

It changes channels

on its own.

A football match, a cartoon,

a singer, this and that.

I can't remember who was

playing... Who was it?

Good afternoon.

Who gave you permission

to come in? -Well, I thought...

I'm the one who thinks

here. Are you crazy, man?

I lost my watch.

- You look familiar.

I was here last night. Have

you seen a watch, a Rolex...

Who sent you here? -It's fake,

but it means a lot to me.

Who, I said? Why were you here?

- I was drinking lemonade.

In my bar? Who served lemonade?

- You did. -Me?

Who were you with last night?

- I was by myself.

What's this here?

You didn't screw me,

did you? -Of course not.

You were very amusing.

- Alright, calm down!

Did I screw you?

- Nothing of the sort.

You started shooting and we all

threw our valuables on the floor.

Maybe I threw my Rolex down

then. -It sounds like me.

Actually I found a watch.

Check inside the bin.

Thank God. I thought I

wouldn't find it this time.

Some sort of memento, eh?

- More than that.

'To my brother for his

19th birthday, sis Olga'.

How can I repay you?

What will you have to drink?

A beer as always.

- I'll have a coffee.

No, you won't. People make

their own coffee here.

And I don't serve

drunk customers.

And I judge who's drunk.

You're pretending to be sober?

I know your kind!

If you want to do something

for me, wash those glasses.

Please! I've got

a wedding today.

Actually, I've got one too.

Come here, roll up your

sleeves and get washing!

Listen to you.

You have a wedding!

Okay. We'll wash the glasses

and then we'll have a drink.

And who's going to unload

that truck of beer outside?

Buddy, stop stalling,

wash those glasses.

This country's gone to the dogs

thanks to your sort.

Come on, look lively.

Let's have a song!

'Shepherd, come back,

your sheep

can't do without you.'

A brandy!

This guy's plastered.

- He's had a few. Just wash!

You said you don't

serve drunks.

Who are you, my biographer?

Speaking. Who else would

it be at Boomerang?

You can't find a bazooka?

A kid could get you one

in less than 30 minutes.

It's not for me,

I told you.

A man wants to fire

a bazooka at a wedding.

What's weird about that?

Okay then, this evening.

I hate the telephone!

It's five minutes slow.

- So what if it's slow?

Because of those five minutes

I missed a plane once

which later crashed. Otherwise

I wouldn't be here now.

So if the watch had been

right, I'd be washing now?

Yeah.

He hasn't paid!

- So what?

That's my brother.

Why didn't you wake me up?!

I've missed my scene.

It's a video, boss.

We can rewind it.

Someone stole three

kilos of our cocaine

and you're watching cartoons

and playing cards?

Idiots! Jerks! Bastards!

Where's my cocaine?

Where is my beautiful,

white, pure cocaine?

It's all been given away.

The whole town is stoned.

My cocaine has

been given away?

What have you two done about

it? What am I paying you for?

Say something!

You never say anything!

He's mute, boss. Remember?

You wanted him

because he couldn't squeal.

- How clever of me.

Very clever.

Now back to the issue.

Get rid of that girl.

She screwed me, the end.

Mickey, how are you?

You're getting married, eh?

How nice and all in one day.

Congratulations.

Is everything okay

with the painting?

No, no. I'm just checking.

I'll give anything for Darinka.

Tonight at Boomerang.

Okay. Have a nice day.

Bring me a lemonade.

And you, turn on some music.

And pass me my

History of Art.

Are you deaf, you idiot?!

- I told you, boss. Totally.

Don't screw Stampedo around.

He'll kill you!

Mom was right.

I'm emotional.

Highly emotional.

Kid...

I'm inconsolable today.

Mom, how can you?

If you get a hard-on over

my mother, I'll kill you!

Congratulations!

- Thank you, thank you...

Olga!... Olga!

Look!

But how?

Get out of the way!

I'm a doctor. Quickly!

Unfortunately, I can only

pronounce her dead.

You're talking like

in some stupid movie.

I always wanted

to be an actor.

Ah, that's why.

Whether real life or a movie,

you are now a widower, sir.

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