Paradise Trips Page #2

Which one of you idiots left

without asking me first?

Watch your mouth, mate.

I'm not listening to you because

you smell of that stupid grass again.

Drugs are illegal,

you know that, right?

And even more illegal around minors.

Let's go home or I'll call the police.

Police?

As if those idiots will help you.

Boys, please. There are enough bad vibes

on the planet.

I am sure you will meet

other children on the trip.

No, they're all stupid hippies.

- You're hungry, little man.

We'll stop at McDonald's later.

Whoa, Sunny.

Your shoes are really shiny, man.

Move over. I'm driving.

Little man?

One large Coca-Cola.

A hamburger.

And chips.

Hands off. Those are mine.

You're a tiny capitalist, you are.

Don't drive so close to that bus.

Hey, love. Never stop laughing, OK?

Never stop laughing.

Why don't you watch the road.

I know how to cheer you up.

What are you doing?

Why are you acting crazy?

- For fun.

Yes. Yes.

I'm the winner. Yeah.

F*** you, you stupid losers.

F*** you, losers.

Stupid, stupid losers.

How much longer?

We're almost there.

- That doesn't answer my question.

How much longer, how many kilometres?

You don't know, do you? Admit it.

Sunny, I'm watching the road.

Now you know how it feels when someone

blows smoke in your face all the time.

No, you bastard. Stop.

You were asking for it, Sunny.

Everyone in my class thinks

you're a loser. L-O-E-Z-E-R. Loser.

You little sh*t.

From now on I'll never speak

to you again. Stupid loser. F*** you.

I shouldn't have done it, right?

See? It wasn't too bad.

Maybe we can stay a bit longer,

so I can enjoy my vacation too.

We can't. Sunny has school.

- So they can brainwash him even more.

Thanks, Sunny.

No fizz.

We'll buy more later.

Forget it. If he won't talk to me,

we're not getting Coca-Cola.

Here we go again. You know what?

You fix the world,

while I check

how our bus driver is doing.

Yes.

Hey, rascal.

Is your mum in?

When will she be back?

What's your name?

- Sunny.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm Mario.

Really? My game is also called Mario.

Look.

You have fancy shoes.

- My dad bullies me about them.

That's not very nice.

So where is your dad?

Didn't he come along?

He is a bastard.

Come on, it can't be all that bad, eh?

He was in prison too.

He is a drug addict.

Sunny, lad,

I'll be going back to my bus.

And tell your mum to come

and talk with Mario. It's urgent.

Sunny, listen to me.

From now on I want you to stay away

from that bus driver.

Did you hear me?

Jimmy Dockers.

I should have known.

Mr Dockers, what happened?

Hypocritical b*tch.

We'll see who has the last word, OK?

Out. All this stinking stuff

out of my bus. There.

God, damn it.

If there's a problem, just say so.

Yes, there is a problem. The problem

with your kind is that you think

that everything in the world is free.

Find another bus to get your gang back.

Mario is going home.

And say hello to Jimmy.

Hey, love.

Why are you so angry, man?

Can we talk about it?

Mind your own business.

You and that hippy sect of yours?

You can all kiss my arse.

What will you call the baby?

- I thought maybe Pyotr?

Pyotr?

- Yes.

Funny name.

- Yeah.

Can I feel it?

- Yeah, yeah. Touch it.

I think I feel it.

- Yeah? Possible.

If we have to get a new bus,

that's sh*t.

I told you it was better

to call the whole thing off.

Don't pretend it's my fault.

After all, he is your father.

Perhaps I should call Linda.

She has suffered enough.

Hey, Pyotr.

Linda.

Oh, hello, it's you.

I haven't heard a word from you.

Yes, I was just going to call you.

- Is everything OK over there?

I was thinking that

perhaps the war broke out again.

I'm all right.

- Are you sure?

I just told you. Same as usual.

Nothing special.

You sound a little tired.

- No, everything is fine.

So it's nice down there?

- Yes, don't you worry.

Things are fine here too. Mariette...

- Dear, I'm losing you. I'm in a tunnel.

Grand...

dad.

Leave me alone.

What's your problem?

Sorry about before.

I didn't mean to...

Well... I didn't quite know...

No, it's OK. Don't worry. Come.

You want some?

- Yes, thank you.

Your daughter?

- No. But she's such a sweet girl.

I'm not really used to this.

To be here...

Just relax, man. You don't have to talk,

if you don't feel like it.

I can also enjoy the silence, OK?

I haven't laughed this much in ages.

Cheers.

And you, do you have children?

Yes.

I have a son.

But we don't get along.

Oh? Why not?

Because he is a drug dealer.

I reported him to the police.

Anyhow, that was a long time ago.

That's really heavy.

Why did you do that?

Drugs are illegal and against the law.

- Jesus, give me a break, Mario.

This is the perfect example as to

why life cannot be ruled by laws.

That may well be,

but what kind of world would it be

if people did what they pleased?

There are limits.

Yes. Limits can be stretched.

Yes. And rules can be broken.

Then we are one. Right?

I have to talk to my wife.

I have to go to sleep.

Sleep well.

Mario?

Can't you manage?

I'll help you.

This one. Give me.

In that little hole?

No, not there. That's my seat.

Out. Go.

- Come on, please.

Let go of me.

- F***.

Say, Mario.

I know that everyone is against you.

But I really think you are sweet.

Cindy, I'm married.

Yes...

What are you doing?

Whoa. Somebody is waking up.

Stop that. Go away.

Get out of my bus.

Don't start crying. I can't take that.

Mario, cool it.

Don't do that.

Stop it.

Hey, bastard.

Show your ugly mug if you dare.

You disgusting vermin.

That is going to cost them a pretty

penny.

It might be a good idea if we talked.

Then start by explaining

what is going on here.

What am I really doing here?

A misunderstanding.

Don't make me laugh.

You have been plotting with Gino.

I'm on to you.

You needed an idiot

to get that dole scum here.

And I fell for it, like an arse.

Calm down and listen for once.

Hi.

Mario, I'm going to my tent.

It's too cold in here.

It's not what you think.

- Were you f***ing her?

It's not what you think.

She is younger than me, you know?

Sunny... Is that your boy?

No, let's get back to you f***ing her.

I was not f***ing,

so mind your own business.

Sunny. Is that your boy?

It's a very simple question.

Stay away from him,

or you will sorely regret it.

Linda.

Come here.

Out, out, you dirty dog.

Let the sun shine in your heart

It's shining for everybody.

Enjoy your life.

Go away, you filthy animal.

Don't let me see that slingshot again,

Sunny.

Damn it, can't you see I'm meditating?

Why do you think the boy doesn't speak?

- You spoil him with material sh*t.

Oh, so it's my fault. Solve your own

problems that don't involve me.

Or do you want to pull the plug now?

- Are you blackmailing me? F*** it.

Your game.

First show me what you've learned.

Sunny. Come here right away.

Sunny,

don't make me come over there.

You'd better go.

Your dad will get angry.

Dad is already angry.

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