Kills on Wheels Page #5

It'll be f***ing good.

We're nearly done.

Hello?

- What's this?

- Pork crackling, it's tasty.

What happened to your neck?

That nice man gave me a dog collar.

- Are you sure he'll look for us

at the home? - For sure.

He won't drop it.

- Okay, so now what?

- I don't know, but we need to hurry.

If I could find out where he lives,

where he is. I've got no idea.

You used to meet by the Danube,

didn't you?

He takes his dogs swimming there.

But it's tricky, too many people.

Does he still have guards?

Don't think so. He doesn't have

Tni to worry about now.

If he's with the dogs,

his car's there, too, no?

- So? I don't get it.

- We'll put a phone in it.

If we put a GPS phone in Rados' car,

we can set it to signal where he is,

and the place he stops

the most is where he lives.

Is it that simple, professor?

Yep.

It might work.

- Then I need to buy a phone, huh?

- Basically, yeah.

Starting that again?

I can't help it.

Are you sure you want me

at the wedding too?

At least they'll see I'm

not the only rolling freak.

You're poppin' more pills now.

I couldn't even move without them.

Thank you.

Pardon me.

Klmn, best wishes.

Congrats.

Not how we imagined this, but...

Greetings.

- You look lovely as always.

- Thank you.

- Hi, sweetie.

- Hi.

- Thank you for coming.

- Our outfits match.

Thank you.

Could you put me up?

Please put me up.

Lift me.

Give me the mike.

Thanks.

Ladies and gentlemen, please

allow me to greet the young couple

with a few loving words.

I've known vi for a long time,

longer than her dear

husband, Norbert.

Is that right? Yes, Norbert.

And I would like vi to be

very, very happy,

and I guess I'll be stealing her away

from this wedding tonight.

It does sound funny,

but if you know me,

you know I'd do anything for her,

and you know that the best, vi.

And I love you.

Play the music.

Sorry.

"There once was an orphan boy

and no one loved him right,

He had a feeling, he made a plan

to run away one night..."

- Okay, come down!

- Come down!

"Orphan boy, come home now..."

Hurry.

What's going on here, boys?

- What the hell are you doing?

- Nothing, nothing!

- You rob my car, my dogs

will tear your d*cks off. - Nothing!

What's wrong?

Why aren't you flirting with girls?

This is how I flirt.

- Let's go kiss in the bathroom.

- What?

- Make out.

- At my wedding?

Jnos, what's wrong?

It would be so nice.

You idiot.

- Are you high?

- No! No!

- Then what're you doing here?

- Nothing, nothing!

We parked and scratched your car.

- Yeah? You scratched my car?

- It's not serious.

Get the f*** out of here!

Haul ass!

Dear Lord.

I'm surrounded by f***ing idiots.

You come here

and make a f***ing scene?!

Who the hell invited you?!

Answer me!

I asked you a question, right?

vi and I first f***ed in a stairwell.

- It was great.

- You did what, a**hole?

- You went up on the f***ing stage?!

- You d*ckhead!

- Playin' big man now?

- Chill!

Quit it, motherf***er.

Lookie, a drink cart.

You're just piece of sh*t cripple.

Sh*t!

You soaked me!

Why don't you go home

and jerk off?

- Goddamn. Control yourself.

- The asswipe head-butted me!

- Are you a gay b*tch?

- He f***in' head-butted me!

F***!

He had a gun, goddammit.

I'm sorry.

I won't bother you again.

- I'll call you, okay?

- No, don't call.

Be happy.

- Kisses.

- You too.

Let's go.

Bye.

How 'bout another beer?

- Sorry.

- Might as well set off firecrackers.

Hi there, Rados.

- What? Forgot Hungarian?

- What the f*** are you doing here?

I promised you a fire extinguisher.

I brought it over.

This 6-kilo one should

be enough for you.

Really? Thanks a lot.

You haven't paid us.

You want money, you f*ggot? Huh?

Here's the key,

and here's the safe.

Take it if you can.

But if the dogs see your gun,

they'll attack.

You might kill two, but the third

will rip your throat out.

I like challenges.

Let's try.

Drop dead, Rupasov!

See?

The cripples are here

in your living room!

Give us our money.

Shoot him! Shoot him already!

KILLS ON WHEELS:

- Thank you so much.

- You're welcome.

Come see me when you get back.

Zoli, you'll be fine.

Thank you.

ERDING, GERMANY

- Hello!

- Hello!

- Are your parents home?

- Yes.

I'll call Papa.

Papa!

So, Zoli? How are you?

Everything Alright?

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

It's me. I'm coming.

What have you brought?

- A package for Mr. Rupasov.

- That's me.

It works quickly.

Just wait a little.

Count to ten and relax.

See you soon.

I don't know my father.

I don't know what kind of man he is.

I don't even know how

he spends his days.

What did he bring?

I don't know.

He runs some architecture office

in Germany.

A package from my son,

from Hungary.

I think he's quite wealthy,

because when I agreed to the surgery,

he paid with no trouble at all.

What did your son write?

I always liked his name.

Rupaszov. It sounds strong.

He made a comic book.

And I'm in the story.

And when I want to meet him,

there won't be anything in our way.

I don't understand you. How come

you never invited him before?

I only have one photo

of him from Mom.

He's 25, with

long black hair and a beard.

My Rupaszov is based on that.

- What is it?

- It's a comic.

That's you?

- No it's not.

- It's you, Daddy.

- Let me see.

- No.

I haven't got a lot in common

with the man whose name I share.

But if he wants, I'll meet him now.

It's you!

Let's say that was 10...

9...

Mom said Dad was a fireman

on the side while at university.

8...

What a crazy nightmare if I woke

to find out that I can walk too.

I have no idea where I'd go first.

I can feel the change.

The pain's leaving

and I'm drifting off.

7...

I hate counting...

Time and space are taking over me.

3, no, 4...

I'll have 4 kids.

All of them in wheelchairs.

Ooh, pretty hardcore drug...

Better make that...

...2.

4 MONTHS LATER

There's R2D2 and C3PO.

Late, as always.

This way! The lift's there.

Thanks!

The head of the jury will present

the Best Amateur Prize.

Balzs Bognr,

please step up on stage!

- Is this you, this comic?

- Uh-huh.

I liked this one the best.

- You were on the jury, too?

- Uh-huh.

This is you guys, right?

Yeah, there.

It's really rare to draw

yourself into a comic.

I think it should be published.

So you think it's worth something?

Sure.

What's that nice smell?

Er... me... maybe.

- Seriously?

- Yeah.

Cool.

I'll be back.

Okay.

Written and Directed by

Director of Photography

Starring

Music by

Sound

Production Designer

Costume Designer

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