Oktoberfest Page #4

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- Bye.

Be still!

Well, what we're gonna do?

We still can't agree.

Tell me, where are the girls.

- I don't know.

You don't know?

But you know how to smuggle drugs.

I am not a pusher.

- I know, we have you on the list long ago.

You hook up girls, then resell it!

- Me?

Did you resell to them too!?

- To whom?

To those girls.

And how much did you sell to them?

You trap them into apartment,

drug them and then f***!

You rape?

What are you doing there?

Sit!

- What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with me?

You wanna know?

The Gentleman doesn't want to seek them!?

He's watching the TV, eh!?

Let police look for them,

they are paid for it, right!?

And you are paid for what?

To sell drugs!?

Let me go!

What is wrong with you!?

Lettin' you go?

Did you let them too?

Say... Have I been sleeping long?

- About half an hour.

You've lied down the moment you came.

- I came by myself?

By yourself? Cop brought you here.

Nobody comes here by himself.

You got busted for what?

No... Some minor girls ran away from home,

and he thinks that I know where they are.

Which cop interrogated you?

I don't know, some madman.

- Which madman?

What about you?

- Setup, dude.

Local bums robbed the store,

those fools went straight to me.

One of them started to sing

after one slap.

F*** it, someone needs

to do time for all.

What they say? They want to travel

somewhere? They will my ass.

God, where have you been?

We've been searching for you everywhere.

Son, who deformed you like that?

Oh, look at you.

Where do you find all those villains?

What are you doing to yourself, Lule?

You decorated nicely here.

How you're gonna wait

New Year like this?

Phone call for you.

Hello? - Lule, sorry I bother you

at this gala moment. - Yeah?

With whom you celebrate New Year?

- With my folks. - Good.

Who is it? - You really don't know

who's here? - No.

Here is some girl, who simply adores

saxophone under the window.

Who!?

I'm waiting for you at home.

Jasna!

Lule, my son!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

What is this?

Where is Mom?

Where's Mom?

- You banished her.

I'll kill you!

How about me going with you?

Wait for me!

Luka... he came.

Come on in.

I'm getting married.

- You're kidding.

Want some coffee?

Irena is pregnant.

Hi, Vanja.

Sorry about that mess, I couldn't

do anything. I came home,

saw the patrol car, and I knew they

didn't come for my retired neighbour.

I hid at my mate's flat.

I didn't go outside for three days.

Don't be mad at me.

Have they found those kids?

- Yes, they went to Novi Sad to some guys.

Have you been long in custody?

Me? Nothing special.

- They didn't harass you, huh?

Not much.

- You had luck. When they forced me to

testify against Johnny,

they beat me black and blue.

Bane, my son...

Best wishes.

No problem.

Lule...

Am I beautiful to you?

Come on, tell me.

Am I beautiful?

Say it.

Talk to me, Lule!

Come on, let's have a nice talk.

Tell me.

Am I bothering you? Let me know.

It's okay. Am I bothering you?

If I do, say so!

What do you drink?

What do I drink?

Beer.

Vodka.

It's over.

It's cold.

Where did you find that one!?

Goran, over here! Shoot me.

Shoot me and him!

You are not in Paris?

- What?

You are not in Paris? - I did that exhibition.

You have to come for the opening.

Photographer!

- F***, one can live of these too.

I didn't want to tell you immediately.

I waited for something festive like this.

To surprise you.

It can't be.

It can't be!

What have you been doing in the police station?

I said:
"If he messed up,

that was before."

"If now you have something

against him, let me know.

They begun with explanations,

saying:
"This is the prevention,"

you're like this and like that.

I shouted:
"Specifically!"

"Tell me specifically,

what do you have against him?

"I know my child.

Suspicion is something else.

"Taking this into account,

no one would have a passport."

Milovic brought me then to the office,

he had opened mailbox

full of passports, he took one

and put it in my hands.

I opened it and I saw -

Your passport.

I start to cry and say:

"Kid wanna go to some Oktoberfestival...

Oktoberfestival?

- I heard when you...

... called Bane.

- Mom!

Let's dance!

Passport!

You got passport!

Man, you got passport!

Get up!

Come on!

Why do you drink if it affects you?

- I must.

Do you have an I.D.?

- I have a passport.

Show.

Since when is this?

- First time issued on July 17th, 1977,

extended on January 07th, 1987,

valid for five years.

You learned it well.

- Thanks!

Maybe you know serial number?

- C532124 + 2.

So, you are Luka Banjanin?

- Who? - Luka Banjanin!

No, you are. - Watch your mouth!

- If I wouldn't watch

I'd say even worse stuff.

- Drugs messed him up.

Let him go. He probably has

love problems as well.

Well, our cab arrived, comrades.

Watching the sports?

Petrovic first, Krizaj second.

(alpine skiers)

Why haven't you painted

this office a little bit...

With some colors...

Red, yellow, blue...

Like at the Oktoberfest.

Just a bit...

I can't remember, but you probably do.

That's me, right...

Is this me?

That's me.

Go home.

Go.

Lule...

How's it going?

You got a passport?

Now you can travel 'round the world.

Come on.

Wipe yourself.

Fix yourself a bit.

Go somewhere. Where did you want

to go... To Oktoberfest, right?

I went already.

I saw Bane there, too.

Do you hear?

But it's nothing special.

There's one barrel, street organ...

Colourful... red...

... crowd... fair...

And beer...

A beer.

Those guys of mine calmed down, too.

They ran away into the winter dream.

White bears resist everything.

They do not feel cold. Monkeys too, right?

Monkeys as usual, right?

64, 65, 66, 67...

Oktoberfest.

Script based on the novel "Oktoberfest"

by Branko Dimitrijevic

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