Boomerang Page #3

Wow, what a shot!

Shut up! Why are you laughing?

What's funny?

Well, Butt...

So what's funny about that?!

- The surname Butt.

And you find that funny?

I'm going to f***ing

f*** you f***ers!

Have you got any enemies?

Probably.

Like everyone.

But I don't know why anyone

would want to kill my wife.

A sniper.

A silencer.

Everything carried

out to perfection.

It all points to

a professional job.

Butt will get to

the bottom of it.

Maybe a bullet went astray.

After all it is... Friday.

A bullet went astray?

You idiot!

Ballistics show that

the deceased...

Olga.

Olga. Surname?

What was her surname?

Blower.

Blower.

- Blower?

And that's not funny?

- No, it's not. -It's not.

It' s not that it' s not.

- And Butt is funny?

Yeah, it is.

How did you two become

acquainted?

Please, that's private.

- F***ing f***ers!

Talk!

We met in the john

at the Old Cinema. -Where?

At the Old Cinema,

there by the...

You think I don't know

where that cinema is?

A few days ago I saw

'The Maltese Eagle' there.

'Falcon.'

Did I say 'eagle'?

Well, I meant 'falcon'.

It's my new jaw.

See?

It's rubbing me.

So how did you become

acquainted then?

Well, I was watching

a movie. -And?

Just as I was coming out of

the auditorium, Madam Ranka

was reciting something

in front of the screen.

I remember that some silent

movie was playing.

A silent movie, you know...?

You're telling me

what a silent movie is?!

F***! They should send you

all to a concentration camp.

Fascist!

F*** you... f***er!

Who are you calling a fascist?

I'm a communist!

Do you know as a boyscout

I went to see Comrade Tito?

I saw him in person.

- It's alright, Butt.

You're free to go!

Tony, man! -What?

- Why have we stopped?

I just want to see if

this bride will get shot too.

You've gone crazy.

- Why?

I'm serious. You've gone

completely crazy.

Why do you think that?

- Completely, utterly...

Why are you talking like that?

- Just get lost.

A bazooka isn't like an atomic

bomb, which can't be found.

How many? Ten Kalashnikovs?

That's too many.

Just half. Five Kalashnikovs,

five bombs and 2500 bullets.

Is it a deal?

Let the guy enjoy himself.

What are you doing here?

You left her at the altar?

No. Someone put a bullet right

between Olga's eyes.

Come off it.

I'm serious, Bobby.

Her last words were:

'My marriage turned out

better than I'd hoped'.

How touching!

Can I do anything for you?

A double beer, Bobby.

What... our usual?

- Yeah, our usual.

That's what it's come to, eh?

- Yep.

Who gave you the make-up

job? -Inspector Butt.

I'm very sorry.

- Forget it.

The whole world's gone crazy.

There's shooting everywhere.

Total idiots. Unbelievable!

- Awful!

Here you go.

That hit the spot, Bobby.

Okay, reconstruct the events.

- Come here.

It was like this, Bobby.

We were coming out of the church.

Like this... you're Olga...

I'm not playing

your dead wife!

Bobby, what's up?

You wanna be Tony?

I can be Tony. I know him.

- Okay, you be Tony.

Tony's taping, as always.

And now, I'm me...

Excuse me, sir, would you be

so kind as to be my wife Olga?

Only for a reconstruction.

Thank you so much.

You're wonderful.

So we're leaving the church.

It's all festive and jolly.

And suddenly I feel

something burning.

I glance at Tony; he's

sort of moving his head

as if it's not him that

set fire to anything.

There's shooting all around.

I think I've been hit. And...

Would you mind lying on

the floor just for a second?

Thank you, you're so kind.

And Bobby, I'm telling you.

I look down and Olga is

lying dead! Completely dead.

My deepest condolences.

- Thank you, sir.

Let me introduce myself,

Askrew, retired bookkeeper.

I don't want to interfere,

especially given the situation.

But I can't help myself.

I was present when

a similar thing happened.

About twenty years ago at

my brother's wedding

we were standing outside

the church for photos.

Video cameras didn't exist

then. The shooting began.

A bullet hit Milena square

between the eyes.

The case was never solved.

But we all knew it was

the best man who killed

her - involuntary manslaughter.

Simply incredible!

You said that your brother's

wife was called Milena? -Yes.

Her maiden name wasn't

Greasihair by any chance?

It was. -That's unbelievable.

That's my aunt.

Good God.

I was at that wedding as well.

I was only ten then.

So we're sort of family.

After that my brother

never married again.

He loved her that much?

- He adored her.

Excuse me for asking,

but what happened to your arm?

Some idiot ran me

over this morning.

Sent me flying into a dumpster.

- Not possible.

But I remembered the

licence plate:
327-849-BG.

Hang on! The BG goes first,

then the number.

I know, but I was in mid-air,

so it was all back to front.

Well, then you didn't see

the number properly.

That means back to front it

would be 347-021, doesn't it?

No, no. 327-498.

No, wait, wait. 374-82...

No, no...

No, you were right. Well done.

What a memory, sir!

Hello.

What' s with you? Did Butt give

you a make-up job as well?

This wedding is cursed.

I went to the 'Three Pheasants'

to cancel the reception...

The manager there...

- Askrew.

Yes, my younger brother.

An excellent host.

A guy with a mustache?

- That's right.

Why did you hit the man

out of the blue, Tony?

That's my late aunt's

brother-in-law?

I didn't hit him out of the

blue. I hit him out of revenge.

His brother wanted 3500 Marks

for the meal we'd booked.

Two waiters held me while that

Askrew gave me a kicking.

Then they threw me out onto

the street, like a lowlife.

Just when our old high school

teacher was passing by.

Miss Fairhead? -Yeah.

You can imagine how I felt.

Do you know what

she said to me?

'Sh*t Tony, that's exactly

what I expected from you'.

How embarrassing!

Bobby, where's the beer?

- Coming right up!

How about another

wee brandy, Uncle?

Bobby, give this man another

brandy. -On the house.

Sorry, Mister Askrew.

But your brother beat me up,

so I had to get revenge.

I know it's rotten,

but you have to understand.

After all this is the Balkans.

You know, passion,

vices, confusion...

...a lack of self-control.

I'm off to the bathroom.

No one move!

Put your hands on the

bar and don't try anything.

If you listen to me,

no one will get hurt.

You! Put your weapon down.

Can't you see that

it's disassembled?

Okay, calm down.

As soon as I let discipline

slip, look what happens.

What do you want, man?

- Money.

Ah, money. I'd like some

money as well.

How about a beer?

- Well, okay.

We're here in Boomerang...

...where there is an armed

robbery in progress.

Let's go live.

Come on. Give me that gun!

Look at him! Is this suit

okay for his funeral?

That's it, buddy!

Just relax.

You'll get a beer

to calm your fear.

So, young man, you

wanted to rob us? Why?

I needed the money.

- We all need money, son.

You just chose the wrong

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