Tattoo

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June '89.

TATTOO:

F*** it! Get out of the car!

What were we talking about?

The communists.

- What?

- The communists!

Ilko, let me tell you something.

Tell me. They are communists.

I know that! -They won't let

go off power so easily.

If I lose my temper,

who knows what I might do.

I'll take a crane and break

all the cars in the garage!

Drunken fool. A crane

against a whole system?

I don't joke around. I've said it

straight in their face.

They're swindlers, cheats.

Real mafia!

The Godfather is nothing compared to

them! Didn't you hear what I said on TV?

I heard you. -That's the way to

bring the system down.

Bit by bit. -Shut up with

that sh*t!

Easy, Ilko, you are drunk.

You, animal! Eavesdropping, huh?

Have a seat while you are at it.

Listen, you bastard!

Let's go, muchachos! You

just sit and listen!

You don't care where you are

or who you're with.

I wear shabby clothes,

while his lordship is out

every night!

This "lord" is fed up with

this rotten life with you!

Go, then! Who's holding you?

That's exactly what I'll do.

Where, with that drunken

head of yours?

Where will your babbling

mouth take you?

I don't hold my tongue.

I speak my mind.

So I'll tell you something.

I've had enough of you!

To be more precise - I'm fed up!

That's why I am leaving.

You've had it?

You've had it?

This time I am really leaving.

I'll pack my things and I'll go.

What things,

you penniless wreck?

My things...

I've bought those things!

With my salary.

I'll need them. A decent man

might wear them.

A decent man?

What decent man, b*tch?

Whore! A bum is all

you'll ever get.

That's my problem. Your problem?

The suitcase is mine. Mine! -That's all

you've ever brought in this house.

Is there anything wrong?

No, everything is fine.

If everything is fine with you then

everything is fine with me, too.

- Going somewhere?

- Yes.

It doesn't look like it to me.

Frankly, I ran away from my wife.

That's different.

You have a wife? -Yes.

You've got to be joking!

Let's see your identity card.

Sure...

I don't have it.

You don't have an ID?

What's in there?

Nothing. -What do you

mean, nothing? Open it!

It really is empty.

That's suspicious to me.

Why?

An empty suitcase is suspicious.

I told you I ran away

from my wife.

I just picked up some things...

- Stop lying!

- Why should I lie?

- You are coming with us.

- Where?

Do you want the cuffs on?

Where do you think you

are going?

Home.

All dressed up, and your

buddy is in jail.

He's also my son-in-law.

A son-in-law without an ID card.

Here it is. Get him out today.

How about that!

Now you worry about him!

Why did it have to be today?

My schedule is full.

Can you do it or should I look

for another lawyer'?

I'm the best for these matters.

Go home. I'll take care of it.

Is it serious?

Will they keep him?

No. He's lucky to have a great

lawyer for a father-in-law.

- Do you have a cigarette?

- Yes.

I'm hungry as a wolf!

Why did they pick you up?

I don't know.

Because of this suitcase.

They think it's suspicious

that it is empty...

or full, for that matter.

You are such a fool! Nothing in

this country is the way it seems!

Do I know you?

You've seen me on TV.

They arrest me whenever

my show gets too provocative.

Like I don't do drugs

the rest of the time.

Mother-f***ing police state!

You've got grass growing

out of your brains.

They got you for the suitcase,

huh? You are so naive.

It's very suspicious,

this suitcase of yours.

C'mon, Lale, in you go!

The same group again, huh?

You don't like the company?

Get in! Come on.

Have they arrested me?

They just want to give you a free ride.

Why else would they

pick up an Albanian?

Just tell them where to

drop you off.

I don't like this. -It's your own fault.

You picked the wrong day for hitchhiking.

Tuesday! Dear God... -Why did I have

to go and raise my thumb?

Whores on this side.

Thieves single file!

I beg your pardon,

I am not a thief.

What a mistake!

No thieves here,

just saints, huh?

Who says there are no crooks?

Are there?

Yeah, but not in the slammer.

Move!

Take a seat.

Don't do this. I'm not

supposed to be in here.

Head down!

Why did you shave it all off?

I look like a cabbage.

You never told me

what length you wanted.

Why did I ever raise my thumb?

- Please...

- Medium length.

Are you innocent as well?

To tell you the truth, yes.

F*** it! Are we ever going to

find anyone who's guilty?

Strip to the bone, faggots!

I want to see you all

stark naked!

What are you waiting for,

you Non-Aligned bastards?

Let's see those elephant trunks.

They are not fake, are they?

Silence!

Spread yours legs and bend over!

Listen carefully... I am

the boss around here.

And I don't want bullshit, is that clear'?

If you don't want to take

a shower, just say so.

Under the shower!

We share the soap like brothers.

If anyone drops it, well...

Good boy, Mickey... Look here!

Belly muscles.

You are Bole the Snake,

I've heard about you.

The sound of good quality.

You are Lale?

I hear, faggots like you.

Enemy propaganda.

Scrub those stains off.

Get lost. This is my shower.

- Did you say anything?

- No.

That's good. Do you want

to hear me howl?

Just a little? -Sure, if you feel

like it.

You don't think I do?

I haven't thought about it.

You're not here to think

but listen and obey those who

are stronger. Right, Mickey?

Right, boss.

Halt!

Things on the? Oor, hands behind

your ass, and your nose to the wall!

I said on your ass, or

I'll shove this straight in!

Mile Bardo is dead!

Hey, Weasel, lick my prick!

Shut up, you dirty scum!

Pick 'em up!

Get this straight.

If I say you are a crook,

you are a crook.

I decide what you are!

Do you understand?

- No, I don't.

- You will soon.

Hey Epileptic,

what are you doing?

Studying your sh*t, I'll bet.

Come take a look at the new boys.

They are your type, I swear!

Your first time in here?

Shame on you! A first time for a

grown-up jackass like you?

Pickpocketing, right?

Still, it's better than politics.

See him over there?

They call him Doctor.

He's a big shot. Not really a doctor.

Sure he is,

for stealing government money.

I insist to be excluded

from your conversation.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

This one is a junkie.

Man, you are sick.

Who the f*** brought you

in here?

What's your name?

Jesus. That's what they call me

and how I sign my name.

Who gave you that name?

And where do you sign anyway?

The real Jesus

was not a fool to do drugs.

He drank with those tramps

of his, though.

I've seen it in needlepoint.

You're all right, Jesus.

I can see you'll bring

some fresh wind in here.

Do you see your bed anywhere?

No.

You won't see it, because it

doesn't exist. Listen, Greek,

can this nice man join you?

Sure...

Will that do?

Take this, Blow it up.

I have my own.

Not any more, you don't.

Now tell me, why did

they bust you?

What? -Why are you here?

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