Parada Page #3
- Year:
- 2011
- 19 min
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My fiancs dream
for a dream of your...
- Whatever he is to you.
- Whatever he is to me.
Get lost, now.
Leave.
You went to see that animal?
You really love me so much?
What did you promise him?
A wedding.
You need to organise it.
Fine.
Hell get his wedding.
Hell get a brilliant wedding,
as if it was ours.
Im not sure hed be happy
about that idea!
You were so right.
Pack our bags and run away,
thats exactly what they want us to do.
Next time, when you leave me,
please just take a handbag.
What youre doing is so humane,
Whod think my Misko would be so good
with non-violent communication.
See how nice it is to be civilised?
I see.
Let the drops of holy water,
in the name of the Father,
Son and Holy Spirit,
bless this... gladiator...
and drive away every other evil.
Amen, fine, thank you, Father.
We have important business.
God bless.
Okay, lets hear the job analysis.
How many people do we need
to secure this solemn manifestation?
Manifestation...
Whats going on?
- Boss, can I talk openly?
- If you have to.
You know
Id give my ass for you if I had to.
But protecting poofs, thats...
Theyre judo fighters,
but they own a security firm.
- But theyre criminals.
- Ex.
- Excuse me?
- Spare me... I mean theyve retired.
- Disability pension, I hope.
- Okay, George.
- Go on, I wont interrupt.
- Why thank you!
I bet it was one of those judo guys who
viciously bashed George last time.
The fascists called us criminals too
till we killed them all.
- Granny, it has nothing to do with us.
- It has!
This is the height of irony!
- What do you want?
- Not this!
In my 50s I told the whole world
who and what I am.
- Congratulations.
- Thanks.
But I dont want to die.
Its humiliating
Being a fag is one thing,
Anyway, you know where we live.
No one should be mad
that the majority of us
dont want to work with those...
No, I knew it!
Its a classic ambush!
And an amateurish one.
Im going to burn you mothers now.
Well be at your parade, poofters!
You idiots!
Do you know who I am?
Do you know who my husband is?
Kill the poofs!
When we commies
get back into power...
everybody will be equal.
- Ill take you home.
- Fine.
- I dont want you involved.
- Come here, sister.
- God, shes even worse than him.
- Definitely.
what were doing...
our asses are gone.
Say the word ass one more time,
youll lose it.
What kind of people are you?
we protected those showbiz whores.
No, get in with your hip,
then throw him down.
You werent ashamed
when we beat up students for cash.
They didnt study.
Now, when we need to contribute
to the advancement of human rights
and all that crap...
non-violent communication...
now youre acting like pussies.
Lemon, about whether
Im a p*ssy or not,
the Balijas and Ustashas can testify.
Well, those who survived
after they met us.
Your poofters can protect
whoever they want,
What is it? Money?
- It will be okay, Boss...
if my ass isnt touched
for the rest of my life.
I wish you luck.
Uncle Lemon,
can we be of any help?
Im not calling because of the debt.
Youll return it when you have it.
Theres a small job.
Nice, legal.
What did you hear?
Pay my money tomorrow
or Ill f*** your fag mother.
What AIDS? Are you nuts?
Youd more likely get it from the blood
on your hands when you bash them.
Not much chance
if you dont bash them.
Whats a shame?
1000 per person for 3 hours?
Yes.
Hey!
Just pour it, honey.
I couldnt stand
anything happening to her.
Shes all Ive got
after my parents left me.
Have some more.
- You suffered very bad things.
- What bad things?
Misko...
These poor peoples lives
are in danger.
Call a few of your guys
Ill make their beds.
Lenka can sleep with me.
- Im not comfortable with that.
- Honey, you dont have to worry.
Do you know how big our bed is?
Three men can get into it.
Oh, thats great, then.
Sugar!
- He recovered well.
- Come here!
Whos this dog?
This is our famous designer, George.
Ive heard
a lot of nice things about you.
Lemon, will you call
those ape friends of yours?
Look how scared shitless they are.
Excuse me, another...
Never mind, this is too much.
Ive no one to call.
No one wants to deal with them.
So?
Theres no person in the city
who wont work for you.
Biserka, this is a very specific job.
Kiza has already made a deal
to beat up fags and must stick to that.
Plajuz told me if fags...
- If you loved me, youd...
- What? Stand alone on the line?
- Im leaving.
- No.
Do you know how hard it was
to vote for someone like you
to defend our rights?
Im touched by the problems
of your ass-licking parliament.
Know how I get a majority
in my parliament?
Enough!
Youve already done enough sh*t!
These nice people will stay here
till you keep your promise!
Now stop with the drama
and act like a responsible adult.
A real criminal.
Youll keep watch
in front of the house, go on.
- At least my ass will be safe.
- What did you say?
Eat sh*t.
Thats how you deal with men.
- What are you doing?
- Ive nothing to do with this.
I know this is your stuff.
Its far from ideal
but look how it opens the space
instead of those dusty ugly things.
My Misko went to war. To him
theyre like stupid football flags.
Except Misko
bled in his pants for those flags.
- Why?
- What?
- These are holy objects!
- F*** me stupid...
- Okay, okay...
- Did you have to kill in the war?
Im not a stranger to murder,
trust me.
Biserka, listen carefully.
Hey sorry,
is this like U for Ustashas?
Ustashas, Balijas...
Of course...
but you fought a war against them.
You cant understand.
Were you at war?
Of course not.
But you served in the f***ing army.
Leave him alone.
See how nice he is?
Nice... These nice people
have only got one chance.
You, boy, give me that cap.
I cant promise anything, but...
Ill try to get a team
from outside Belgrade.
Just a moment, you said yourself
these individuals are criminals.
We need to be sure
they dont pose a danger to us.
Im a danger to you
if you dont stop bullshitting!
- You neednt yell. I can hear.
- Dont, hes a guest.
Someone has to go with you
to assess.
- I think Radmilo is the best choice.
- No way!
Are you punishing me for something?
I dont want you to go.
Silence!
Im the one who punishes here.
- No hands!
- Dont, theyre guests.
Hell go. And hell tell you
how this is real bread with 7 crusts,
not the jobs you poofters do.
Since well have to drink
on this trip...
you have to learn how men drink.
Then we wont get screwed...
to your pleasure
and my extreme displeasure.
Can I get one?
- Later.
- Okay, fine.
- Come here.
- Nonsense.
No one can get that Im gay
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