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Bravo! Say hello to my wife.

Tell her - no more fighting.

You two, come with me!

Should I take my things?

Better leave them.

We should say goodbye.

I won't see you any more.

They're taking me to that

stinking Rehabilitation Center.

Come here.

Jesus is dead.

Calm down.

They'll put the squeeze on all of us.

What's that got to do with us?

People die, boys. They die.

That's life. We drift away

from each other.

That's life. We drift away

from each other.

Drift far away then, so I won't

have to listen to you.

We become fed up

with each other.

Will you give me

philosophy lessons?

Tell me why man is mortal

and life so miserable.

You can't understand. It's

simple, but you won't get it

because you're an animal.

You think with your bowels.

Animal, huh? -Yes, without a single

thought in your head.

I have one. How to cram it up your

old, stinking a**hole.

It's just another

animal instinct.

It's just another

animal instinct.

Ilko, take that bed.

No. I'm leaving today.

Take it anyway, just in case.

It's better here, isn't it?

When you're in deep sh*t,

a little makes you happy.

You feel sorry about Jesus

but glad about the bed. Dialectics.

You saw him die? I envy you.

Now, that's a great vision.

Now that one's gone,

there is a free bed in here.

There is no room.

- The bed is taken.

- Who took it?

Is your wife here, Maestro?

Is your wife here, Maestro?

It wasn't me, I swear!

Weasel, will I ever get out

of this dungeon?

Sure you will. You know how?

Feet first!

No matter how, I'll make sure

you pay for this.

We'll see about that.

Swallow the razor at last!

Tell us if it tastes good.

I am going to kill someone!

Shut up! I'll kill every

one of you!

Here, blow it up.

I want to ask you...

Let's hear it.

I want to ask you...

Let's hear it.

Doesn't my case smell

a little fishy to you?

It doesn't just smell, Ilko. It stinks.

They arrested me when

I was absolutely clean.

Watch your distance! What's the hurry?

- Do you want to go home?

- Yes!

The cute nurse is on duty.

You have to have a fit.

The cute nurse is on duty.

You have to have a fit.

I'm so turned on

I'll probably get a real one.

Now that's real art, Maestro.

Charlatan.

Maestro thinks art

is only done on human skin.

I'm an artist. I've done

tattoos on famous people.

Why don't you do one

on Ljubo's famous tool?

His dick got him in here

and it'll get him killed.

I respect my tool.

I don't let amateurs handle it!

I don't let amateurs handle it!

The fate of an artist.

Some glorify you, others condemn you.

C'mon, retard.

Do it, God damn it!

Carry on.

We'll take care of him.

March inside! One by one!

He tricked us, alright.

Get up, you phony epileptic!

Let's go see the little p*ssy.

You are not the only

who gets hard on her.

Comrade, things are slowly

coming to an end.

A bit too slow. -One way or another,

they are taking their course.

Your father-in-law

is doing his job.

Does that mean everything is OK?

We know who you are, where you work,

that you have a good-looking wife.

You sometimes get loaded, but you're not

dangerous.

You talk a bit much but who

doesn't these days.

I hate this government more than you do.

You think I represent them

and this forsaken country?

I have to fight for my bare existence.

How do you think it feels

to struggle with criminals? We live on

the bottom, while the world rushes on,

to struggle with criminals? We live on

the bottom, while the world rushes on,

as Gorky would say.

You're right.

And instead of goodbye or good luck,

what do we say?

- F*** it.

- F*** it?

I'm I free to go?

F*** it. Yes, go ahead.

Am I free to go?

F*** it. Yes, go ahead.

How did it go with the interrogator'?

He's a corrupt son of a b*tch.

Maybe. But he said to wait here.

My case is closed.

Of course! Dante Alighieri!

Who else could have written

the Inferno?

- What?

- The Inferno.

- What?

- The Inferno.

You haven't even heard of it,

let alone read it.

When you get hit with 15

big ones, Mr. Minister,

you have your own personal

Inferno-live!

I am going to kill.

Good afternoon!

Doc and Pickle will scrub

the? Oors today.

Let's try out the newcomer.

Let's see him sweat!

I'm afraid you won't have the pleasure.

- Is that so?

- I'm leaving.

- When?

- Today.

How come I don't know anything about it?

You should.

I don't, honestly. Maybe the order will

come during working hours.

Until then, you are mine, and

you have to obey.

Start here and work

your way to the end.

I want it done by the time

I finish eating this.

Your nose is brown from

licking his ass.

Stuff it. -A gentleman of your rank

doesn't scrub? Oors

or lick policemen's shoes.

You are a pitiful low life.

To me, prison is

a school of life.

What about your wife, Doc?

Junior F***ing School?

Weasel is coming...

What's going on?

We were just joking.

Such jokes lead to isolation.

For fooling around?

Is it true that you were joking?

Yes.

Don't fool around with

government rags!

I want this? Oor spotlessly clean!

Shiny as glass!

Aye, sir.

C'mon, Doc, let's fix you up.

He has an appointment

with some big shots today.

We have to fix him up.

What do you think our good Doctor will

get for stealing government money?

F*** you! -Take it easy, you'll out

the Minister's throat.

How does he rate with

the other "comrades?"

I am sure they'll find

a common language.

I'm finished.

Ilko, what do you use

after shaving?

Brandy. -Don't be funny. Ask

the Vampire to get you some "Brion."

I won't need it. I am leaving.

Do it for us.

Do it for us.

Chief!

Can you get me some "Brion?"

Can you get me some "Brion?"

The after shave?

That's right. Unfortunately,

we are out of "Brion."

Can I get you anything stronger'?

Sure, it's all the same.

F*** him...

They won't let us have

"Brion" any more.

It's a political joke.

F*** your God damn joke!

You know I can't do without cigarettes.

You might as well hang me.

Do it yourself and do us

all a big favor.

Here is your release order.

Thank God.

But it hasn't been signed.

What do you mean?

- Just that.

- Then sign it!

I'm not authorized to sign it.

Who is?

The Warden.

So, make him sign it.

He's not in. -What do you

mean he's not in?

He has other things to do

beside signing papers.

Are you screwing with me, or what?

No. There is nothing I can do.

So, I'll be leaving tomorrow then?

Tomorrow is out of the question.

- Why?

- It's Saturday.

Management doesn't work

on Saturday.

Monday, then.

Yes, Monday.

Let's go Doc. Do you want

to say goodbye to anyone?

No.

Monday is just around the comer.

Monday is just around the comer.

There's one more formality

to settle before you go.

What sort of formality?

Step out for a moment.

Who are you? I haven't

seen you here before.

And you won't ever again.

I'm leaving on Monday.

Once you end up

in here, you are marked for life.

"Go and never come back,"

they always tell me.

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