Buick Riviera Page #2

Thank you and good luck.

They have towed your car here.

Are you glad?

Hear this, Hasan? An actor!

My English is horrible, huh?

Your English is fine. You explain

just what you wish to say.

Tell me my English is horrible.

- No. Why?

Because it's true.

Why would it be difficult

to say the truth?

We should be honest, huh?

Like a Turkish chimney, huh?

I don't understand, why don't

you confirm what I'm saying?

I don't understand what

are you talking about.

And I do not have any hobby.

-No hobby?

No things that you like?

What about your Buick?

Just a car?

-Yes, that's my car.

What else should it be?

What's it to you?

Listen you, bluffer...

You can sold your bullshit to her,

but not to me!

If I wanted such a bull,

I would have stayed in Yugoslavia!

F***, it doesn't exist any more.

You don't have $5,000.

Your own wife was fed up with

your bull and threw you out.

Private business my ass!

You've never been employed!

You just married a rich American hen.

But it's all over now.

You won't sell this fairy tale to me.

You could have got that money,

only if you robbed a bank.

And what have you got?

100 German marks in your wallet.

I had no doubts that

you searched my wallet.

Don't try to sell your lies to me.

$5,000. I wouldn't sell

it to you for a million!

You know why? I couldn't

stand the thought that you own

anything which belonged to me. You

cannot pay it with money. Got it!?

OK. OK.

7,000. You don't have anything!

I'm not gonna play your false game.

Are you sure?

-Quite sure.

What would you do if

I've got the money?

In that case,

I'm gonna lick your ass.

But since I'm right, get out of

here, and never come back!

Got it!?

Regardless what she

have to say about it.

With, or without the car?

Just leave.

I asked you, with or without the car?

Whose is it?

Mine or yours?

A minute ago you said

you wouldn't sell,

but you didn't know that I had

the money. What do you think now?

So, without the car?

You just afraid to say that.

You c*nt!

7,000 is a lot of money.

Pour soul, she's defending you.

What?

No more clever thoughts from you?

You don't have anything, Hasan.

Nothing.

You married this poor woman and

you thought that you got something.

Air, Hasan.

You just got air in your hands.

Air.

I'm sick of you!

You and your washing.

You always speak of your clean ass.

What?

What? You want to kill me?

Go ahead.

Now you've got a chance.

What is it?

You thought I didn't

have the money, huh?

F***, you were gambling...

and I am a professional.

And one more thing...

Either you have sick eyes,

cause I see the tears...

or your nerves are shattered,

so you are crying.

And neither is good for you.

My Hasan...

My son,

This is the only way

to send you a message.

This, what happened to us,

was done by a scum.

Neither your or mine friends did it.

Neither that drunken Slava who

pierced the tires on my car.

Neither that orthodox priest from

Sokolac who was telling people

that no one should shake

hands with Muslims.

He was forced to say that.

Evil people have done all of this.

So, don't hate or curse anyone,

because of this here.

Every harsh word you say, would get

back to you when you least expect it.

Be well, my son, and don't worry.

Send us another parcel, when you can,

but don't spend much money.

I'm happy you are having

a good life in America

and take good care

of your wife there.

Love,

your father

Translated to English,

for Karagarga,

by Quigley (09.2013)

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