Skinning Page #5

He's your grandpa too, you idiot!

Not that grandpa, the other one.

Didnt he slaughter Serbs

in Jasenovac? Didn't he?

Didn't he, you Ustasi motherf***er!

I think I've solved the case.

I'm making a full dinner,

I don't know if there's time.

Oh, come on!

So, what have you got?

Well, here it is:

The kid was hit with a concrete

block from the building site.

So, he was killed by

the construction mafia!

Listen to me,

I'm serious.

He was hit on the head

and then thrown into the river.

Do you have a suspect?

Yes.

The kid was one of the Pufta's

crowd, supporters of FC Radnik...

That's their meeting place,

and Pufta's club's nearby.

Open that butter for me, will you?

So, who's the suspect?

The Skinheads, right?

No, I'm telling you - Pufta.

Pufta killed him.

Here, put it on the table.

He took the kid who's got no ID

from the Gypsy ghetto and made him

do all the dirty jobs.

And then something went wrong,

so and he's removing the

evidence now. You're improvising.

Why are you so sure

it wasn't the Skinheads?

Because they're kids,

a bunch of spoiled brats.

They'd never kill anyone

in that way.

Set him up on the quay, do him in

and throw him into the river.

But, hypotheticaly,

they could have, right?

Well, they could have,

but they f***ing didn't!

Now we need to garnish this,

and now you're gonna

try my Szechuan duck.

Have you lost your mind?

What do you mean?

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Why are you defending those

little Nazi shits? Little morons.

Their grandparents were

in concentration camps, and here

they are, flashing swastikas.

Even if they didn't kill this Gyppo,

they'll kill some other one

next time.

And I don't know that, right?

Ok, so, since we're

setting up a murder,

let's set Pufta up with one, ok?

It's bad timing for that.

Why? I want him to go down

for something big.

And why are you so attached

to the Skinheads?

Is it because of the little geek

I've asked you to take care of?

Why are you so attached to Pufta?

Listen, squeeze the Skinheads

a bit, ok? They're so f***in' ugly,

they're scaring people

off the stadium.

They're yelling, they're swearing.

There's this new law

about hooliganism.

It's legal to beat them up now.

Look, ok. Why don't you take Pufta

in first for a bit of questioning

and then I'll see the kids. What's

Pufta got to do with all of it?

Why are you defending the kid?

I'm not. Oh, gimme a break.

Maternal instinct's a b*tch, ha?

The kid's making

fool of you big time.

And you're on Pufta's payroll.

My brothers, I've found out

Pufta's got a deal with the cops

and they'll try to f*** us up

tomorrow at the game.

Tell us something we don't know.

This time it's serious.

We've started to seriously

bother Pufta.

And the cops are screwing us,

as always.

So, we're gonna do

what they least expect.

What, man?

Ok.

Get him!

Get him!

Wait, wait, here's the money!

How much?

Wait, how much? Say it,

say it, say how much?

Oh, watch it, watch it...

Wait, wait, wait a second!

Show some respect for the guys.

Ok, ok, ok!

Show some respect for the boy,

some respect!

Wha-wha-why are you

so obese, fatty?

Hold this. Hit the pig

as soon as we're out.

"Tonight's the night,

...tonight Pufta's fried."

Oh, Jesus, couldn't you pay

for some better juice,

than this Romanian 90 octane crap?

Are they teaching you

anything in those schools?

Well, Pufta, since you're a man

who's taught by experience,

we'll show you what's actually

taught in schools.

Tell me who paid you?

Max, Aca?

Look, we know you've got

a deal with the cops,

and we know you're planning

to f*** us up at the match.

I don't need the cops for that,

I've already f***ed you.

Check out the big head,

he even looks like me!

Lesson Two, Chemistry.

That's my field! Great!

We've soaked you in combustible

oil and we'll set you on fire

if you don't re-instruct the cops.

Listen, my boy,

I've been screwed by bigger players

than you and never given in...

why would I now? Ok, wait,

stop it, wait, stop it, stop it!

Ok, gimme the phone, ok.

But you know what, we're gonna

keep you for a little while.

Just to see how the game plays out

without your punks

and without the cops.

And now- gym class!

"PUFTA, YOU DIRTY GYPSY C*NT,

WE'LL F*** YOUR FAG DAD

Lick the floor

you stinking pig!

You called?

We need to talk.

What is it, buddy?

D'you remember when the professor

told us how different we are?

Yeah. How I'll always flunk the fifth

problem. The one with the catch.

Well, yes, you know how to apply

the rules, there's nothing wrong

with that, but I have the feeling

the time has come...

Son, I'll kill you sooner or later...

How you gonna do that, fatso?

I know these things.

I've got a feeling we can avoid

all the rules all the cliches.

F*** Hitler and Ljotic.

They're just idiots who paved

the way for our generation!

Dude, this whole Nazism thing...

To be honest, for me

it's just an act, a cool image

to make everyone scared.

No, bro, you've done a big thing.

You formed the group.

Ok, bro, but I was just screwing

around with my buddies every weekend

drinking beer, fighting the cops...

But, this has to continue now!

We have to take it further.

Look, the police can't touch us

if we stick together.

Of course.

So, I can count on you?

Always. You and me, brother.

Let me introduce

the Molotov cocktail.

Wait a second, what are we

going to do about the sellout

of the players? Didn't we say

we'd graff the billboards?

The smoke's irritating me, and

get rid of that moustache, will you?

Look at yourself, we're not

a fucken hippie commune.

Scribbling over billboards is

for children. I think we should take

some serious steps now.

Real terrorist acts, for instance.

Though they're a lower race, the

Palestinians aren't stupid at all.

We want the public to take us

seriously, maybe even to

get us some serious sponsors.

It's not funny.

Relja, you've attended

Tankosic's orgy.

You saw the old farts,

you heard them.

Politicians need people like us!

Always, in every regime.

The clean up will begin

at the Gypsy ghetto,

...the source of

the infection and filth.

Look, people, enough is enough.

The neighbours have complained,

they've written petitions,

but the scum won't give in.

This is not a joke.

The cops'll probably get us

and beat the sh*t out of us.

But once this is over,

they'll all be grateful.

We become heroes...

...the people are happy and

the politicians have clean hands.

Svarog, print the ghetto

map for everyone.

Operation "Hygiene"

starts at 3:
30 am.

The darkness is our ally.

Once we're in the ghetto

if you're attacked, back out

through the narrow alleys.

We'll use that to our advantage.

Like Leonidas with the Spartans.

Burn as many cocktails as you have.

We'll meet tonight.

Here's the recipe for

the Molotov cocktail.

Serbian brothers,

remember this day!

This is the beginning

of the third Serbian uprising!

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