Boomerang Page #5

That's it.

Now I can switch to vodka.

You Oedipuses are

wonderful creatures.

We are, we are.

It's so hot here.

It's very hot.

I mean it's really hot.

Pavle!

I'M ALWAYS THINKING

ABOUT YOUR NAME.

THEN I WANDER:

HERE AND THERE.

YOUR FACE FOLLOWS

ME EVERYWHERE.

FOR YOU THOUGH:

IT'S ONLY A GAME.

BUT MY HEART KNOWS...

I love that music.

THE SUFFERING:

MY SOUL SHOWS.

Emotions!

YOU'RE THE FAIRES OF ALL THE WOMEN.

FOR US TOGETHER TO SHINE,

IS THIS DREAM OF MINE.

My life revolves

around movies.

In the last one I was

a hooker. Bad karma.

I drink like a dipsomaniac

for seven days every month.

And I dedicate the rest

of my time to my family.

In truth, I'm not happy.

My husband lost interest in sex.

He only likes to collect

stamps. That's why he's my ex.

My son is a criminal.

He's fairly successful,

but I still worry. Maybe

you know him. Stampedo.

Ah, Stampedo. -A terror!

But so goodhearted.

He even hired Pavle for

my pleasure. -Bravo, Pavle.

And you?

What about your family?

I'm Pluto, you know,

like from the cartoon.

Come on, Pluto, bark at my

tits to calm yourself down.

WHEN WILL:

THE HOUR COME:

TO LISTEN TO YOUR

VOICE SO FINE:

THAT BRINGS SALVATION TO

THIS SOUL OF MINE?

Get off me! You all want

a mother! You lech!

You don't know what I'm

like when I come around!

Hey, Fatso, beat it.

A Red Star fan!

You're lucky. If you

supported the Partizan team,

I'd smash up your bar and take

your license away, lowlife.

You want to screw

my mother, eh?

And to become my stepfather

so you can abuse me. Mom...

Mom, you're drunk again. You

fell over and busted your nose.

When will it end?

Instead of dumps like this

you could drink champagne

at the Hyatt. -You're right.

Champagne's better.

Let's go home mommy

and talk when you're sober.

Now what shall

I do with you?

Let's set the record straight.

I screwed her for free.

She drank 16 rums and 27

vodkas. Who will pay for it all?

Consider us even. -Listen,

I'm already pissed off.

A gypsy told me a kid's going

to steal 3 kilos of cocaine

from me tomorrow.

From me, Stampedo!

Picture the headlines

in the papers, boss.

Yes?

Oh, hello, it's you.

I'm happy you called.

You'll sell me the painting?

Of course, I'll pay cash.

Okay. What's this dump called?

- Boomerang.

So this time tomorrow

at Boomerang. Bye.

After their first, unusual,

passionate encounter, the days

followed and love blossomed

into a subtle relationship,

in which at first there was

a lot of sex and few beatings,

then equal sex and beatings,

then the beatings took over.

In the end, they were both

bruised but happy.

I'm a bit late. My sister was

killed. It won't happen again.

Just promise you won't throw

us out. This is our fifth cab.

They all have their own rules.

They won't drive us because

she's pregnant, not married,

a different faith, or underage.

I decided to change my life.

We must get to the hospital.

Do you have pains?

- I did, but I feel better now.

We've got time then.

Don't panic.

It'll all be okay.

How would you know?

- I'm a gynecologist.

Why do you

drive a cab then?

The pay's better. And the

job's somehow more dynamic.

In fact my uncle organized it

for me. He's head of the Union.

Barry Crystal. You probably

don't know him.

Let me take you

somewhere for a drink.

She's about to give birth!

- But not until the morning.

Aw, f***!

- Is that anyway to speak?

Swearing in front of the kid.

Shame on you.

Get lost.

I'm not your wife.

I have to have it before 12,

or my kid will be a Scorpio.

What's that got to do with

anything, my crazy pumpkin?

I don't get along

with Scorpios.

I'm an ameba that spreads its

tentacles all over the place!

I'm everywhere!

I've been attacked!

I'm just joking.

Where is your sense of humor,

guys? 33 Kalamegdan Street.

I'm waiting for you.

God, I hate the telephone.

Good evening, bride.

What? -Your wife's here.

The dead one.

It's not nice to joke

like that. Seriously.

Honest. It's her.

Moron!

- At the door.

Excuse me.

Is this Boomerang?

Olga?!

Can I have a vodka?

But how?

- I'm looking for my husband.

He said he'd be here.

There he is, madam.

Take him straight home.

No need to be

offensive now.

Olga? Olga?...

What are you doing here?

- I dropped by. Why?

She dropped by?!

Well, are you okay?

I'm fine. The bullet just

skimmed my brain.

How can you be fine? The brain

is your nerve center.

I was lucky.

Congratulations, groom!

You chose well. Bride...

What's with you guys?

I'm fine.

My balance is just affected

a bit. I don't need it anyway.

I'll be flat on my back

most of the time.

Can we just have

a peek at the hole?

Get lost, moron! Beat it!

- Alright, alright!

Don't be like that, Olga.

He's our best man.

What do you mean

best man? Who are you?

What do you mean who am I?

What's got into you?

Where's that vodka?

- Coming right up.

You've also started drinking

since they killed you?

Who are you to criticize me?

- I'm your husband.

You?

Me.

You?

Hold on, honey. Uncle Bobby's

going to plug you up.

What are you doing?

- Just to disinfect it.

What are you doing, Bobby?

- You'll see. Cheers.

There we go.

- Don't do that.

Look at her, as good as new.

Well done, Bobby.

Nice job.

Sis!

- Jesus...

Do you remember me?

I found the watch

you gave me.

Guys, the drinks are on me.

My sis has returned.

You want to buy the drinks at

Bobby's? -Here no one pays!

Sit down and let's take

a family photograph.

Come on.

Sit down.

Okay, get ready.

- Get off me, you idiot!

Look over there, bride.

I'm going to have a baby!

That is the aim

of every pregnancy.

I've got pains again.

- Easy does it.

We'll need some alcohol.

Four brandies. -No way.

I don't serve drunks.

All you can have is coffee

if you make it yourself.

We're not drunk.

We're pregnant.

Take her to a hospital then,

you idiot. To a gynecologist.

I am a gynecologist. -But

he works as a cab driver!

I'm sick of you damn

cab drivers!

You're all lawyers, engineers...

Not one of you is normal!

Calm down, Bobby!

What's up with you?

Excuse me, doctor,

just one question.

A bullet went through

my wife's brain. -And?

Well, nothing. Just it seems

that it damaged her memory.

She's forgotten she's my wife.

- Sorry, but I'm a gynecologist.

I know. I'm asking

on my wife' s behalf.

Slavica! -Could you get

your wife out of the way?

My patient is about to give

birth prematurely, out of fear.

Me? Move my wife

out of the way?

Yeah.

- You can f*** right off!

Don't swear in front

of the kid, you moron!

Put that weapon away.

Who owns this dump?

- Me.

You owe 1000 Marks for failing

to meet hygiene standards.

But first a double vodka,

on the house of course.

Who the hell are you?

I'm surprised you

haven't heard.

You haven't heard of the

notorious inspector Butt?

So you're Butt.

Do you have a warrant?

Another 1000 Marks for

obstructing the investigation.

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