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It will be remembered!

I didnt want to ruin the surprise,

but Ill put the cards on the table.

Do you know that club

which opened two months ago?

- The Raft?

- Yes.

It can fit 500 people.

The disco balls so big that when it fell,

it killed a man and badly injured two.

- Oh, really?

- Yes.

Across the street theres a church,

a modern one, with floor heating.

The priest owes me money

so hell sing 3 encores, my dear.

Biserka!

Would you prefer a bishop?

Shut up!

Meatball knows the Pope,

but the Pope isnt Orthodox.

Its not f***ing show business!

Its my fault.

I try to cultivate a redneck!

And he bullshits about some Raft

where police are afraid to go!

Move, moron!

Popes and disco balls!

Just an option.

We could have a normal tent.

Youve had one hick wedding.

You want another? Not with me!

Go marry some f***ing trash!

And stay away from me!

And put your hands down

so I can smack you!

Okay.

Wait a moment.

- Pigs.

- Youre just looking for excuses!

Its my first wedding.

And it will be how I want it,

even if we need a loan!

- Mister...

- Shut up!

Do I have to go with you?

And heres the ring.

Give it to one of them!

Biserka...

What are you looking at, you old bat?

F*** off to your house.

- Can we discuss this later?

- No, we cant.

Heres your ring without the receipt!

Arrest him!

I hope he gets a life sentence.

Poor man...

Come on...

Sniff, Sugar, sniff...

F***...

Mr Raskovic,

you have to come with us.

Gladly.

Could we send your kid

to chase Ustashas and Balijas?

Those were the good times.

The Pumas, the famous unit...

- Come on, kid.

- Go home, Dad.

Come on, son, dont make me

clip your ear in front of your pals.

- Mate, your dad is Serb and patriotic.

- He hates faggots. Right, Mr Lemon?

Ustashas were in the past.

Theres no war on faggots.

Dad, give me a cigarette.

Did you reconsider?

What can you do with judo?

You dont even have a permit.

Ive an investor

who wants to build a mall.

You could earn a shitload.

Thanks for the favour.

I heard your dog was shot.

Thats not cool.

No, its not.

Think youre a big shot?

Times have changed.

Your gal earns more shaving pussies

than you with your muscles.

Its time for you to retire.

Faggots?

Why not fight someone normal?

Then Id be honoured

to get you out of jail.

Not proud enough, Dad?

How about armed robbery,

or racketeering?

- You did all that, right?

- I did, son, but in Sweden.

I shouldve left you in jail

and gone on my honeymoon like a man.

F***, we hardly see each other,

so you dont know...

But Biserka is okay, right?

I dont give a sh*t.

Wait.

Heres some money.

Son...

You know Id die for you?

Well, you see, Id die for her too.

F*** you, Dad.

Youre welcome... son.

There wont be the primitive attack

of trumpets on your eardrums

or an expression of that

generally arrogant rural primitivism.

- Whats wrong with trumpets?

- Nothing.

Nothing at all.

But if you want something

really special and unforgettable...

- Something really romantic...

- Romantic is fine.

- Or unique...

- Why not?

Great, then I have something new

no one has tried yet.

- So wed be the first?

- Yes.

Cool, but without

an old bag playing flute.

Yes, yes, no flute.

This is one very exotic location.

The secure wing of the central jail.

Imagine how hip a fine,

elegant cocktail would be there?

- In the dining area.

- The toxin room?

- Excuse me?

- The toxin, or poison room.

You know what we called solitary?

Honey...

No idea.

- Or what we called death row?

- I dont know.

Misko...

- Look, Versace!

- Where?

Can we get to choosing the ring?

Just a second.

Fine, but no beige.

Thats a gay colour!

I want white, white is for weddings.

Like this.

It even has pearls in it,

like your name.

Well change that crappy colour

into something straight, like navy...

F***...

F*GGOT PUSSIES

Ill call the cops.

- As if theyd do anything.

- Bisa, look at the colour.

Doctor...

Whats up, Doctor?

Hes that cry-p*ssy doctor.

This client of yours

threatened me with a gun.

What gun?

- Which gun?

- A Beretta 9, that nice little one.

Fine...

Sorry, but Ill have to ask you

to leave.

Excuse me, boy,

Im the one who throws people out.

Honey, dont.

- Mr Mirko, he wont...

- Ill deal with it.

- I think you heard my partner.

- Oh, Doctor...

- Business partner?

- Theres no business.

Hes my boyfriend, get it?

Were faggots!

Are you ashamed to have a fag

plan your wedding?

Youre insane, boy.

Dont mess my shirt!

You animal!

Sorry... Im so sorry.

I dont know what to do.

Hes not a bad man.

Please just go...

I dont know how...

I can spend my life with someone...

someone who f***ing acts like this.

I applied for emigration papers

to Canada.

I got the reply yesterday.

- And when did you apply?

- A year ago.

I dont know exactly when,

maybe after I was beaten up

or when they banned

my show at the theatre.

Are you wondering

why I didnt tell you?

Because you arent

a pathetic middle-aged gay man

who does weddings

instead of theatre.

Radmilo, I cant bear it any more.

I hate my own country

because I cant, even for one day,

walk free and proud.

F***, Im sorry.

But I cant do it any more. Im tired.

Excuse me, Doctor,

I thought you were working on a dog.

- No, no, Im done.

- I wanted to clean.

Dont forget to remove your gloves.

Biserka! Baby doll...

Yes?

No, its not him, its that other fag.

No, you cant talk to him, Miss.

I wont allow people like you

to hurt him again.

You should feel sorry.

I dont care about your wedding.

Especially his wedding.

What do you know about Pride?

The whole city knows

well be beaten up.

Youre no expert...

Why the f*** cant he force her

to come back?

Biserka is... emotional.

Shes run to her mum before

and youve got her back

one way or another.

- Youre a f***ing shrink now?

- No, God forbid.

Hey Lemon...

we could put pressure on those fags.

Sightseeing in a car boot

usually produces a result.

Hell do a top wedding

and Bisa will be happy.

Well just

press his girlfriend a bit.

We havent worked with fags.

Maybe they like it hard.

What do you suggest? Sweet words?

Enough crap. Forget the girl.

Well go to the vets

to press the fat f*ggot.

I presume Im the fat f*ggot.

Look, a f*ggot.

Unless one of us is a f*ggot.

I want to talk to you alone.

- Get out.

- Boss, dont.

What, youre scared hell f*** me?

Get lost, out!

- You wont?

- I wont, if you behave.

Come in.

So you see,

you and your girlfriend

could walk in concrete sandals

down the river.

Sit.

- I have a business proposition.

- Im listening.

- Come on, finish him.

- What if he gets AIDS?

- Protecting you sickos!

- Aggression is no good.

- Its worked before.

- I spoke to Biserka.

Id do anything for Mirko,

same as you would for Biserka.

When love is the issue,

a criminal and a fag are the same.

Say whats on your mind, f*ggot.

Your fiancs dream

for my partners dream.

I think thats fair.

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