The Tour

Upon the violent break-up

ofYugoslavia,

brutal war

rages all over the region.

It seems as if one Belgrade theatre

has little to do with all that...

Misko... taking your favourite suckers

for a ride, again?

No... I've had some luck

the past day or two.

I hadn't won a game in months.

You mean, you hadn't LOS a game in months?

Please, don't make us

cry over your wretched fate...

Now, for instance,

I've got a streak.

This two of clubs alone

is enough for a hand.

I don't mind him winning. But I can't

listen to these stories anymore.

Sonja, don't you get it?

A two of clubs

has already gone by.

THETOUR:

The chance for another is 1 :108.

Zaki, you deal.

How about a little side job?

-Foreign currency payment.

-Really?

-Where?

-About Serbian Krajina.

-No way.There's a war over there.

-No, no.

It's as peaceful as a spa

in Srbobran.

Except, instead of mineral water,

they drink each other's blood.

No, it's quiet there now.

Just for a day or two,

and we'll be right back.

They're sending a van,

everything's set.

There's no way I'm going.

We could perform that Feydeau piece,

"A Flea in Her Ear".

Great idea!

-That was such a dreadful play.

-It doesn't matter.

People there need to laugh.

-I'm not going either.

-We couldn't go.

-Who could playthe young girl?

-I know who couldn't.

Zaki, has the alcohol

sucked up all your brains?

Do you remember anything at all?

I played Eugenie

twenty five years ago.

Do you remember

who my partner was?

-No clue.

-You.

Zivorad, you were my partner.

-That idiotic play screwed up

my life. -Oh, come on now.

You were such a stud back then.

-And look at you now.

-What's wrong with me?

I have a solution for Eugenie.

My girlfriend is a student of acting.

-Your girlfriend?

-Well, yes.

-Stanislav, you have a girlfriend?

-Why wouldn't he?

Never mind...

You've gone too far. It's no longer

a theatre, it's a gambling den.

Calm down, Predrag.

We'll stop right away.

In your dreams! You owe me ten,

and you want to quit?

And you, Zaki.

You chose to ignore ten stage calls.

-I didn't hear the call, I swear.

-You didn't hear?

You should be

ashamed ofyourselves!

You've turned into

a bunch of lazy shitheads.

You make me sick.

Your move, Zaki.

Excuse me, Predrag, who were you

referring to when you said that?

This was the finest theatre

for decades.

You managed to turn it

into a low-life gambling house.

I think I have the right to do

what I want in my own free time.

If rehearsal is free time for you,

then the same goes for me.

How dare he talkto me like that!

-A**hole!

-Some director he is.

His plays never had

more than five performances.

Over there, they see us

as their saviours.

It means a world to them

to have someone from Belgrade.

And, it's perfectly safe.

I don't know,

I have a bad feeling about it.

Do you have

a feeling about your debts?

-What are you trying to say?

-You owe me 200 for two months now.

Plus these ten...

I work for peanuts in this awful town,

and this talentless creep lectures me!

-I workfor even less.

-Rehearsal has been cancelled.

They will welcome us there

like brothers.

They're providing everything.

The food, the hotel.

How about drinks?

Of course.

And it's all free.

We could go,

if it really means so much to them.

If Zaki is going, then I have to go.

There's no way he'd come back alive.

I'll never get rid of you, Zivorad...

-Why did we split up anyway?

-Twice, my love.

How much could we earn there?

Seven or eight hundred

Deutsche Marks each. At least 500.

It depends on the number

of performances.

Sounds good.

-But the set, the costumes...

-That depends.

That would be embarrassing.

I've got a reputation to keep.

-And I don't?

-I didn't say that.

-We'll loot the costume department.

-Sounds great.

-Shall we continue?

-Whose turn is it to deal?

Sonja...

Written and Directed by:

Sunday,

December 12, 1993

Allow me to introduce you.

This is our driver.

-Djuro.

-And this is...

-Our young colleague...

-Jadranka.

I'm honoured...

I'm Jadranka.

-Hi, I'm Lale!

-I know. Jadranka...

-Are you okay? This is yours?

-Yes.

-I'll get it... it's okay.

-Thank you.

-Stanislav, what's this... THIS?!

-A van.

This is an amphibian?

No, it's a UFO.

An unidentified flying object.

Serbian mother raises her son

To fight against theTurks...

Mister Djuro... please...

Could you change this station that

sounds like they torture animals?

Thank you.

Jadranka...

-What year are you in?

-Third.

Really?

What do you in the third year?

Tragedies. I'm preparing Euripides'

Iphigenia in Aulis for my exam.

Really?

And which part will you be playing?

-Iphigenia.

-Iphigenia herself?

No more wasting time!

Let's go over the lines.

Lale as Camille, Jadranka as Eugenie,

and the rest in their old roles.

Misko as Chandebise,

Sonja as Raymonde.

Zaki as the doctor and the colonel.

From the beginning.

-I'll jump in for what we can't cut.

-You?

Just for the parts we can't cut out.

This is not a festival, it's

a side job. Let's start.

-And... who will play Etienne?

-I will.

-You?

-That's not an important role.

I enter with Zaki and I say:

"Please come in, doctor".

Then, Lale and Jadranka,

caught in the act...

-They break up the hug.

-Wait a minute...

Didn't you say

she was Eugenie?

The roles of Antoinette and Eugenie

will merge together.

I'm not taking another actress along

just for that minor part.

Lale, Jadranka, go on...

-Simulate!

-Okay.

-What are you doing here?

-I? Because of the order, for supper.

-This hurts...

-What order?

Don't you know that the Master

and Mistress are out?

Get out of here! Shoo!

Zaki...

Aren't you a strict husband.

That's the way with women.

If you don't keep a grip on them,

they'll keep the pressure on you.

-That's not myway.

-Bravo, bravo.

See, doctor, this little wife

is as loyal as a dog...

But as jealous as a tiger...

Hello.

Where are you headed?

-Here's the travel order.

-I asked them, not you.

-Any Muslims here?

-No, all Serbs.

Miodrag Kraljeviae?

We are theatre performers from

Belgrade, we are going to that...

-Srbobran.

-Sir, we have been invited.

We have to perform

in the Republic of Srpska.

-Jawaharlal?

-I beg your pardon? Who?

Jawaharlal, answer me.

This must be a mistake. There is

nobody here with that name.

-You mean, Jawaharlal Nehru?

-Yes.That one.

That's the address I live at.

Jawaharlal Nehru street, in Belgrade.

Have a safe trip.

Jadranka, has anyone

contacted you for a job yet?

AEirilov came to watch

our exam last year.

But I still haven't received

any offers for a project.

That first step is extremely

important.

People have to see you,

to discover you.

After that,

everything seems to flow.

Yes, but what can us,

young people do when nobody...

-How could I...

-It's simple!

There is no shame in it.

I thinkthat...

-Misko, please, cut it out!

-What is it?

-What's going on?

-Nothing, nothing...

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