St. George Shoots the Dragon Page #3

- You know where I was tonight.

- I do.

That's why I'm asking.

Then you've nothing to ask.

You can simply arrest me

for crossing the border.

I want to...

I want to...

To ask you...

something no-one in our village

has ever asked.

Stay away from my wife.

Please.

I won't ask again,

I'll just kill you.

I swear to St George.

We Vukovics have pillaged armies,

cities, empires!

But other mers wives? Never!

Let him kill you.

He'll be doing all of us a favour.

You, me and that

poor wife of yours.

In normal countries, disabled veterans

are role models for the young.

In normal countries, disabled veterans

are role models for the young.

But here,

they smuggle, beg, booze!

In normal countries these freaks

don't jump on women.

In normal countries these freaks

don't jump on women.

It's not their fault

they got crippled in two wars.

And what, it's my fault?

I went to war twice in two years, too.

I should suffer 'cos I didn't return

a horny cripple?

- Why so much, George?

- For the window.

Every single day

I think of your kindness.

And of the baby.

The war saved me

from going insane.

I prayed to St George

for death in battle... for rest.

Instead of death,

he sent me... her.

Instead of death...

Instead of death...

ForgiVe me.

Had the Archduke survived, he would

have inerited the following titles:

Emperor of Austria!

King of Slovenia,

Bosnia and Herzegovina!

King of Rama, Cumania, Iliria...

Duke of Dubrovnik and Zadar!

Master of Kotor...

Hundreds and hundreds of titles

as ruler over enslaved nations!

What a tyrant he would have been,

had he lived!

Madam Slavka!

Madam Slavka!

Nine long months without war.

The kids are itching for it.

Madam Slavka!

Go ahead, talk.

May I speak with my wife

in priVate?

In priVate?

Is this a police station where you can

interrogate people without witnesses?

It's okay, Auntie.

If your talk is unfit for my ears,

it's unfit for my house, too.

Is that clear?

If it is,

then go ahead, talk.

Never mind me.

Let's go home.

Please.

What for?

This morning I resigned.

I handed in my uniform.

I left you alone...

For days...

Life was better

when I lived as a carpenter.

I've been thinking...

We could sell up.

Move to the city.

Village life isn't for you.

Is the city for you?

Please, stop that.

It gets on my nerVes.

You've read those novels.

I'm not saying...

It exists...

maybe with younger folks.

For a time.

Then it goes away.

What goes away?

LoVe?

And what's left,

when 'it' all passes?

Worries.

Nothing else? Just worries?

Nothing else.

Just worries.

And you call that life?

Madam Katarina, there's a boy here.

He says he knows you.

Katarina...

This one probably isn't

the type of man you deserve.

But he's certainly better

than the one you're crying over.

Auntie...

When did a woman ever

love a man for his virtues?

I haven't told you everything.

I'm pregnant.

I love you...

Auntie,

may I ask you to come with us?

For a couple of days.

I'll wait for you downstairs.

In Blumbach, in just one day,

Ferdinand shot 53 goats!

On his hunting trips,

he killed over 6,000 deer!

Even if he'd done nothing else,

he deserved to be killed!

My child,

my late husband was right.

One should only see peasants

at the market, as briefly as possible.

Spare a coin for a war hero!

You're a reactionary element!

There's no place for you here!

Dear Prime Minister Pasic...

This is a request

for urgent help for disabled veterans!

We wanted to appeal immediately

after the war against the Turks!

But the war against the Bulgarians

was approaching, therefore...

War. Zoja-

Shut up, Zoja, this is for grownups.

Now the war against

Austria-Hungary is here.

But, Mr. President Pasic,

I ask for your sympathy...

We have to catch our breath

between wars!

Micun, this letter is...

forgive me... pure cocksucking!

We meet in secret, like conspirators,

for what? For this?

A demand must begin with the words:

Shame on you!

When war breaks out,

Serbia wins, but the people lose!

The result of each war is less people,

but more government!

Shame on you!

That same government

won two wars in two years!

It expanded Serbian territory

by one quarter!

The government didn't, we did!

We won the wars!

Let the last man standing

write the demand.

Now we're rejects! Who was rejected

from the government?

No one! I don't give a f***

for a quarter of Greater Serbia,

- I've lost a quarter of my body!

- Belotic, you traitor!

You blind bastard!

Serve the gendarme.

I've resigned. Feel free to speak

against the government.

I don't know, George. You'll forget

yourself and report us out of habit.

- Well said!

- I'm spying on you?

I'm the informer? Okay...

Your informant letters,

addressed to me personally.

We have a spy in this tavern.

There... read.

Something for everyone.

I won't do it.

Dear Mister George...

My conscience demands I inform you that

two nights ago,

I was sitting in the Invalid Tavern,

speaking such... fil...

filth...

that I should have...

I should be shot.

And I did all this

just to make them talk.

Because they were only talking

about other mers wives...

Who laid who, where, how,

when, and how many times.

Around midnight,

I got them to blab.

Then they blabbed until dawn.

Whoever wrote this,

I hope his hand shrivels up.

Particularly vocal against

the government...

was that ugly pig Vojo.

I can't write that well.

But I know someone who can.

Quiet! Let's hear the rest.

I'll rip someone's head off!

Gendarmes from other villages

envied me.

Their folk wouldn't talk

even after a beating.

I served the police for money.

You do it for the love of it.

Go ahead now,

speak about politics.

There is an "M"...

Like "Zoja... Man".

This guy obviously doesn't know

how ugly the priest's wife is.

Are there any pictures?

George!

From Grandpa Aleksa,

and all of us.

For your honest service

to our village.

- How's this bay of mine behaving?

- He's okay.

Aleksa told me

you made it for your son.

Sorry.

He'd be just like you.

This tall.

Thanks for the watch.

It's exactly two hours slow.

You get used to it.

It goes like this:

Let her sleep

Let her sleep

Ladies and gentlemen,

place your bets!

In the right corner, Djukic,

a true Serbian hero! In the left...

Katarina.

Place your bets, have some fun

and help the invalids!

Thank you.

George!

Let's go.

It's too hot.

The two of you go.

I've got something to do.

George! How's your watch?

Both fighters possess the courage

of our hero, Gavrilo Princip!

Your hand guided me

when I saved his life.

Help me now, to save it again.

Don't let me kill him.

Spare a coin for a war veteran,

good people!

St George really is your patron.

There! A man! Waving!

Hey, Kraut! Come have a beer!

WaVing, my ass!

He's threatening us!

Man! Flying!

On a dragon!

I say... that's a threat.

No you don't!

He's really threatening us.

Bastard!

- I'll f*** him up!

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