Jebiga Page #4

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Got a flat.

And you get used to it.

- Has he ever hit you?

No. I wanted to a few times,

but he's too fast.

Fast as a mongoose, he is.

You're not meant

to be together.

This will have to change.

It's no good like that.

Yes? -Where've you been?

We agreed to do some work.

The gay scene

in Ljubljana and stuff.

I've been walking with a girl,

and I couldn't care less

about the gay scene,

let them do whatever they want.

You are with Baza. Bastard.

- You know, destiny and such.

Where are you? In bed?

- Not yet.

We were just smoking

drugs on some, on some bridge.

Nice, romantic and everything.

I think I'm a little... with her.

How much have you smoked,

you wasted?

I haven't been counting.

She rolls them like mad.

But she's got this great thing.

We went through half the town

and not once did she look

in any of the window shops.

Sure, she's stoned.

- See you tomorrow. Bye.

Tomorrow.

I lied a little. He didn't say

in two or three hours,

but in ten minutes,

your bloke.

So that's what you're like.

OK.

Hey, what kind of name

is Baza?

It's an abbreviation;

actually I'm Bazilika.

My mother's mad about herbs.

Bazilika is a herb.

I know. The best.

Let's go...

Get off...

So what did I tell you,

did I tell you or didn't I?

The best terrace in Ljubljana.

The best, the view, the air,

the light. There's only one

problem. It's not mine.

Father gives me the keys,

if I beg on my knees for two days.

That's no wonder,

'cause you lose them immediately.

Just what I was going to say.

What, I only lost

the one to the entrance.

Don't pick the grass.

Dad would kill me.

It's not ready yet, anyway.

All right for now. Put it in

the oven for half an hour

at seventy degrees.

That's why dad will give us

a bottle, he said it was fine.

Miser, just one,

like I was a twelve year old.

Don't you dare go downstairs.

I won't clean after you, pigs.

There's a bucket to piss in.

What if I have to go?

Will you look away or what?

You can go down, but don't

piss on the toilet seat.

Look, I had a fantastic plan,

fantastic, simple.

Dad's got these totally

frozen mushrooms.

Just switch them

for a bag of panther caps

or something nasty like that,

stick on the right label,

and it would be my terrace.

But I'm too sentimental.

That fucks me every time.

- May I say something?

Please. Son gives his father

lethal mushrooms.

That's too much,

that's too much.

I wanted to kill my father, too.

He kept bugging my mother,

then he just dropped dead,

thank God. We're quite similar.

Your dad raised this quite well.

Better than you. Don't kill him.

When I am old, I will get

into botany, balcony botany.

F*** it, f*** it.

- You've got quite a good voice.

You can easily say something

from time to time.

Last night we went out for

a walk, I hear. Did you do it?

She said you didn't.

But Baza fancies blokes

with big lips, you know.

You have to do exercises.

Look...

For the upper lip,

and...

For the lower lip.

It helps. Go on, try it.

Again, and again...

Evey bloody day...

Quiet, we're resting.

What is it, guys,

it's murmuring, ha?

Hey, let me go.

- I don't think so.

Will you be quick?

- I wouldn't know.

Maybe yes, maybe no.

Come on, hurry up.

Come on, hurry up, man.

Come on, at least

make some coffee.

We're going to Zmavc

for a coffee.

Ha. Got any money?

I'll kill him, if he doesn't

give me a coffee.

Hey, where's Frida?

You really bugged her,

so she went home.

What do you mean? She was

getting all hot for me, explicitly.

Could be, only she wanted

something hard, not puked.

Her turn will come.

We know types like that.

You know what

I wanna know, my friend?

What are you going to do

with this bucket?

Virtually dead man.

Exceptionally stoned.

Should we call a doctor?

Are you crazy, or what,

now we're gonna cure him or what?

You would f*** up

such a great opportunity.

I know. We help him,

he'll show his gratitude

and then give us drinks

on credit.

He'll come round.

In the meantime let's have a drink.

Who's got a belt?

In case he goes crazy

when he wakes up.

I got it.

Go on. Take a photo.

Drugs under the bar,

can you imagine?

We're no working.

It's Sunday.

Give me a, give me a coffee,

small one, no, a double.

Hell no, give me a spritzer.

Good evening. I'd like to talk

to my future girlfriend.

Right now.

- Misko, is that you?

I want to talk to Bazilika

Baza as you call her,

which I find disgusting.

It's no wonder, mister beef Dejan,

since you're the biggest jerk

I have ever met.

So you have until tomorrow

to get out of her life

and don't you touch her again.

He put the phone down.

Why did you hang up last night?

That's not nice.

Someone tells you

a few things and you go berserk.

F*** you, man.

- Listen...

This is what I suggest. Come over

for a bit of fun, to relax,

and I'll go to Bazilika

for a bit of a rest, I'm tired.

F***ing hell...

Put her on the phone

so I can send her a kiss.

Towel.

You'll never believe,

but I need another piss.

Where's that prick,

so I can kill him.

I wouldn't know.

Mr beef Dejan, now

I will have to fight or what?

You will go

moo moo haha to me.

Look out.

This is too much,

this is too much.

I got him. I got him.

- Yeah, I can see that.

Didn't I say so,

I got him, I got him.

I'm calling the police.

I got him, I got him, I said that

I would and I got him.

Leave me, leave me,

leave me, I give up.

I don't like people touching me,

is that clear?

I know that I have fallen

into the categoy of criminal,

but I am still a person.

- Shut up, peasant.

Quiet. One thing after another.

A statement.

What can I say?

I said I'd get him, and I did.

Now I surrender, no problem,

the law is the law.

I'm waiting for official people,

for the police.

I'm for the official procedure,

and then for God's judgement.

Was that OK?

- It's OK.

Stand here for a photo,

and it will be just fine.

Where shall I stand?

Hey, I'm having

really bad hallucinations.

Please take me to the doctor,

this is not a joke any more.

All we needed now

were these jerks.

And then the guy looks

for them in town

and in the end stabs one with a fork.

- Where? -In the middle of town.

Well, it's disgusting, really.

- He just stabbed him?

Yeah, the one who was

in the boot all that time. -How?

In the back. -Sounds good. -I got

amazing pictures, blood and all that.

Great. That's fine; all we

need now is a headline, a subtitle.

How about this:
Peasants One,

Townies Nil, or I Got Him!

Would that be too nasty?

- Don't be ridiculous.

I got a statement from the peasant.

- Bring it so we can look at it.

But hurry up; the deadline.

- OK; see you.

You might say that this grey

day means the end of summer.

But it's only beginning for us.

I'm going to the seaside

tomorrow with you,

and you can do

what you want.

You seem a bit ugly to me.

- Ugly. What'cha mean, ugly?

Small mouth, ugly teeth,

scars all over your head.

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