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I don't know.

Name? -Ilko, Ilija. And I don't

know why I am here.

There is always someone

who knows what you don't.

Listen to him, he's a

real philosopher.

Yes, my boy. They are always

poking through your past.

Since we all have one,

they can arrest you anytime.

What kind of bullshit philosophy is that!

Pickle, you don't understand.

Now, let the air out.

Why? It's not night yet, stupid!

Get me a lemonade!

He's going into a crisis.

Calm down!

Calm down!

Want a drag? I'll give you

a big Turk to blow!

Stop wailing, or I'll tear

your balls off.

Hands behind your back!

These are the rules.

I can't believe this is

really happening!

You are next, you know.

What's the hurry, tight ass?

I haven't finished with this one yet.

Patience. Why are you here?

I don't know, they

brought me here.

Did you think you could stroll around

on your own? Admire the pictures.

While I finish with

this animal here.

Look carefully though.

I'll question you later.

By the way, do you parents

still keep count?

Is your father's tool

still working?

My father is over sixty

and I don't think mother

cares for it any more.

Is that so? Since when?

Since she had her tumor

taken out.

Since she had you taken out,

tadpole! Look at you!

You are God's punishment!

Get lost! I can't bear to look at you.

You spoiled my day!

I won't be able to eat lunch.

Do you like the paintings?

Are they worth anything

or should I throw them away?

I don't know much about art.

I thought I was dealing with

an intelligent man.

I'm really not in the mood

for looking at pictures.

- Do you have a nickname?

- No.

Sit down!

You don't have a nickname.

Do you know what you are?

You are a jerk, a dimwit.

I am a mechanic.

Mechanic, you say? Do you want

me to give you a nickname?

Let's say Chicken!

You did something, but you

are not being open with me.

Tell me, why are you here?

You should know that.

Or, maybe no one knows.

My father-in-law is a lawyer.

He'll find out what all is about.

I doubt it. It's too

late for that today.

Too late. We work with clients

in the morning.

I've seen you somewhere.

Are you a soccer player'?

Have you been on TV?

- Yes, I have.

- What a memory!

You spoke about... Privileges...

You were very sharp. I liked that.

You were absolutely right.

- Left or right?

- Left.

Left it is. Black. -Congratulations!

You are free to go.

You are quite something...

Someone is thinking about me.

Sh*t ass, don't you ever

stop whimpering?

You whimper like a c*nt

under a skirt.

Why aren't you eating, sucker?

Are you on strike,

because they won't give you grass?

OK!

I could have a fit tonight.

I feel like having one. -Only if

that cute nurse is on duty tonight.

We'll go with you. She'll take care of you,

and we'll stare at her buttocks...

- And her tits!

- Her fight ass!

I'd love to shove it up her ass.

Doc... would you screw her'?

He'd screw her alright,

but Weasel will get mad.

Stop f***ing me. I can pay

for any dame I want.

Ilko will clean the table,

the room and the dishes.

Why me? -Because you are

a stinking maid, that's why.

If you please me, I'll take you

instead of the Greek.

I'm going to f*** you!

What are you looking at!

You're no good. You have to start

cleaning the minute I get up.

Professor hit an old lady

on a pedestrian crossing.

He could have missed her

if he had been less clumsy.

Right. I...

But the old woman got scared.

She turned back halfway.

I wanted to pass her

from behind...

Tell me, Professor,

what did you teach?

Military defense. -Did you

write anything on that subject?

An article:
"Offensive Actions

in Defense Tactics."

You've described Ljubo's case!

What do you mean?

He raped a woman in selfdefense.

That's an offensive action

in self-defense.

Shut the f*** up!

Stop sneering! It's not good

for your health.

I'll get at least six years!

Now, let's try

my wife's vanilla cake.

It's good to have a wife

when you're in prison.

Who's f***ing her now, Maestro?

While you're here, some a**hole

is screwing her brains out.

Get a medical help, Maniac!

One, two, testing...

Maestro, sound is ready.

It's like this:

All newcomers, lizards

we call them, give statements.

So we know who

we are dealing with.

What kind of statements? For whom?

For TV, stupid!

- What TV?

- Our internal TV!

We have to know

who we are sharing this room with.

Even Doc, our big shot,

has given a statement.

I want no part in your

small fry, shitty game.

Get lost!

Camera! Action! -Say something,

I'm running out of film.

My brain is stuck.

What the f*** do you want

me to say?

Say something... something about the cops.

The worst you can think of.

Don't be afraid. Say it!

No TV will ever broadcast

the things I want to say.

Everything will go live, I swear!

Just spit it out!

That's it, tear them apart!

Music, you f*ggot!

Father, you are a shithead!

I am talking to you, you stinking bum!

You squealed on me again.

Do you know what this is?

This is my shroud. They'll bring me

home wrapped in this, f*ggot!

F*** you. F*** you!

F*** you and your f***ing politics!

F*** you all!

If you don't like the show,

turn off your Hitachi! Suck my cock,

f*ggot! Disgusting police jerk-off!

F*ggot!

Make-up for the next one!

Let me fix you up.

Tell me, Ilko, have you ever

been on TV?

Yes. On his show.

Show us your stuff. Sit here.

- Sound!

- Coming!

Camera!

I am in here because of an

empty suitcase.

Things like this don't happen

anywhere else.

That's all.

Why did you stop? Spit it out!

Tell, the Yugoslav TV audience

how you got arrested.

Music! Artificial rain!

I was sitting alone on a bench,

quiet as a mouse.

Two cops came along.

"Good morning, comrade."

"Good morning," I say.

"What have you got in the suitcase?"

"Nothing. It's empty."

"Open it. "No," I said,

"open it yourself."

"Open it, motherf***er,

open it when I tell you!"

"if we find a bomb,

you're dead meat."

"Open up!" So I open it.

A suitcase like any other. Empty.

"Now we've got you! What were you

going to fill it up with?"

"Confess!"

"Confess what?"

"Confess, motherf***er! Confess!"

"Confess, motherf***er, confess!"

They hit me over and over. "Confess!"

I'll tell you something

after I take a piss.

I watched your sh*t on TV.

You had the chance to say something...

But you are just a stupid

jerk with no vision at all.

Why the long face? Liven up.

How is my wife?

She worries a lot.

She keeps ringing every minute.

Did they interrogate you?

- Did they?

- Yes.

The interrogation officer

seemed a little strange.

He said he remembered

seeing me on TV.

They also arrested

the crazy TVjournalist,

who made me say that sh*t.

Allegedly for dope.

I was thinking there might be

a connection.

Nonsense. They don't arrest

people for that any more.

F***, they did it then,

why shouldn't they now?

I piss on their politics, Jordan.

I've given them your details.

And? They'll let you out today.

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