Tattoo Page #4

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I wonder who screwed me up

this time.

How did you manage to

get them in?

I'm a wizard for this sort of things.

The chief said:

"Zika, I know you're hiding cards.

I won't search you,"

but if I find them, I'll stick

them up your ass.

"It's only for Solitaire,"

I said.

I can guess how many years

you'll get.

Is that so? -Hundred

percent guaranteed.

What's the charge?

Rape in selfdefense.

Article 94 of the Penal Code,

paragraph 2.

"Lime, place, alcohol?

Extenuating circumstances?"

- Knife.

- What knife?

The broad pulled a knife on me.

Where?

It's still fresh. -You raped her

with that wound?

I beat her up so bed

her Ma couldn't recognize her.

She came to identify me

in a wheel chair.

That adds aggravated assault.

Pick a card.

- What?

- Eight years.

I was counting on six.

You picked an eight.

Make it six.

Set the man free. He was only

defending himself.

Cut it out, Pickle!

That's what the cards said.

What cards?

What about the extenuating

circumstances? What if I died?

Don't get upset.

Let's shake hands.

Why did you hit him?

What did you say?

You hit him for no reason. -You may

not wake up to see Monday.

Is that so? Motherf***er...

You hit me, mother-f***ing

bastard!

I've beaten up bigger

mongrels than you.

Ljubo, take a piss first.

C'mon, scum!

Who fixed you up like this,

my dear friend?

It makes you happy,

doesn't it, Weasel?

I'll tear your head off.

Who hit him?

- I did!

- Showing off again?

Get him up!

Come with me.

Halt! Idiot!

- Yes?

- Take him to the nurse.

You really fixed up

that son-of-a-b*tch.

Will I get in trouble for this?

No way. But once you leave,

don't ever come back here again.

This is a

miserable hole. The bottom.

I'll kill him!

- Easy, Ljubo.

- I'll kill him!

Where is that stinking bastard?

God damn you!

Haven't you had enough?

Suck my...

Take him back!

Today is Monday. D day!

Thank God, at last.

Thank God.

Yes...

but you are not getting out.

What do you mean?

Ljubo the Maniac died last night.

From internal bleeding.

Looks like you knocked off his liver,

and kidneys.

You killed him, brother.

How could he die from

a couple of punches?

He was already nabbed.

The broad stabbed him,

you just finished him off.

An extenuating

circumstance for you.

Tough luck. Just when you

were about to get out.

- F*** it.

- Dead...

The defense objects to

certain trial procedures,

but we put our faith in

the justice of the Court.

State your objections.

The autopsy reports,

for example.

Do you move for a renewal of the trial?

God forbid, no.

Especially not if

the sentence is just.

As just as my client.

We have heard the witnesses.

There is no hard evidence

the deceased succumbed

to the injuries of the fight.

I say "deceased"

because he was not

killed by my client

but by his own shameless acts.

As you know, he had been wounded

by a victim defending her honor.

I wouldn't like to speculate

about the verdict.

But anything less than dismissal

must be interpreted

as a direct blow to justice.

Order in the Court!

Pay attention.

These are the rules:

If you can't read

or write, you can learn here.

If you don't have any money,

you can earn some.

If you have a woman you

can f*** her at the hotel.

But nothing goes on in here

without my knowledge.

You can't even take a piss

without him knowing it. -Yes.

Even if you are thinking of escaping,

report to me first.

I'll organize everything.

They eat ducks. He tortures

them. Move along.

- Maestro...

- Yes, Ilko?

I want you to make me a tattoo.

Are you serious?

You know that it doesn't come off.

Do you want a prison seal or a work of art?

Butchers like him

can't make real art.

This is the work of a real

master, not a butcher.

Come with me.

Is it his wife? -We'll see,

maybe he'll get to go home.

I heard they call you Nightingale.

Ilko!

Nightingale.

That's the first

time I've heard it.

That's what I will call you.

Do you know who I am?

Let's go. Tell him, Mico.

Our mother, Mara. She has a sharp

tongue. She's in charge of culture.

Many of you have passed through

my hands,

some even had artistic genius.

They all loved me, isn't that so?

They adored you.

I read a lot. I feed on Dostoyevsky.

I myself am a writer.

Have I ever let you down? Never.

Those who cooperate

will have no trouble.

You won't refuse me will you?

I don't know what you mean.

You think I am kidding?

Will you or will you not cooperate?

Yes.

That's what I want to hear.

Sing. Come on.

It goes like this:

I was sitting alone on a bench

when two cops came along.

"Good morning."

"Good morning," I say. -'What's

in the suitcase?" "Nothing."

Stop! I want music.

We are preparing for a major competition.

A TV crew will come to film the event.

I want us to be the best.

I am doing the casting.

Sing a song for us.

"She Was So Beautiful."

She was so beautiful,

I can't get her out of my mind.

She was so beautiful

like the morning dawn.

She was divine

on the day she left me...

That's all I know.

What do you think, Mico?

Outstanding, Ma.

- You think so?

- Guaranteed.

Bravo! Do you want a cigarette?

No.

You have won me over.

Tell me, what can I do for you?

Arrange for my wife to come

to the prison hotel.

It's finished. I swear it's my

best work yet.

If only I could have done it

on a great pair of tits,

Sofia Loren's, for example.

There he is. He is all yours. Don't

waste him too much,

leave some for me.

How is your father? -He said chances are

very good you'll get out very soon.

Let's go.

Your godfather, Rade,

sends his regards.

He wants to open a shop.

This is from Dad... Juice...

There's brandy in it.

We boosted it in.

Brandy...

I have never believed in any political

party, nor in any political system.

But a man has to believe in something.

This is my faith.

I see you have Jesus

engraved on your chest.

Let me kiss it.

Just once, for luck.

I can be very unpleasant,

you know that.

I f***ed the sh*t out

of Ljubo the Maniac.

Now it's my turn to f*** yours.

I despise Jesus.

Even in church,

I yearn to stab him.

- What is it?

- I don't know.

You set it up, you should know.

Both of you straight to

the blacksmith workshop.

Hurry up with that rod!

I've had it with you, lazy bums.

Start working! You think you can

drag around all day?

Smoking, huh? Start hauling

those steel rods!

Bad day, chief?

Who are you to say?

Get lost or I'll piss on those

worms on your head!

Scaring little kids

with lizards and frogs.

F*** you all.

Maestro got a month of solitary

for this sh*t? Jesus Christ.

I'll be satisfied when I

put you in there.

You are not all-powerful.

You are right. I hear your wife

is coming to visit again.

- Yes.

- I don't like at all.

- Why not?

- I'm jealous.

F*** it, you can always get married.

He hasn't heard

that you screw all their wives.

Not mine.

Ask her when they started

sewing brandy in cartons.

You think you can f*** with me?

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