The Tour Page #2

You are talented, beautiful,

and you are educated for the job.

You could come to our theatre and say:

"I want to act. Give me a part."

-As if that's possible...

-Why not? I can arrange a...

My little...

I would like to... with you...

-Come on, Misko...

-What's your problem?

-What's this, Djuro?!

-Nothing to worry about!

That's normal when you're

passing through the corridor!

-Through the WHAT?

-The f***ing corridor!

Hey, that's normal

when you're passing...

Sir... sir...

-Desk clerk!

-Yeah.

We are theatre performers from

Belgrade. We have a reservation.

-Four single rooms, one double.

-All the rooms are taken.

Try the restaurant.

Mothers with children are there.

Wait...

I have an agreement with some...

With a... Gavro.

-Colonel Gavro?

-Yes, him.

-Where can I find him?

-Try the Army Club.

Excuse me...

Wait for me here, I'm going to find

the Assistant for Morale.

-Who?

-Colonel Gavro.

-He's the guy in charge here!

-We're supposed to just wait?

There's no heating in here. Askthem

to put us in a different hotel.

-I'll be right back.

-Hurry up.

Jadranka, you want my jacket?

-My legs are cold.

-You don't say.

When are we scheduled

to return home?

Well... sometime in spring.

If I ever catch them together again,

that's the end of them!

Sir... comrade...

when we agreed about the tour...

I was told that we would be

accommodated in a hotel.

Fooling around with a radical,

the whore!

There is no room in the hotel.

Not an inch of space.

The actors are tired,

theytravelled all that way...

-Doroeviae, have you seen my wife?

-No, Colonel, sir.

-And that Radical, Aleksiae?

-No, sir!

Where the hell are they hiding?

What do you want?

Accommodation, for the actors.

They travelled all day from Belgrade.

So, where's the f***ing problem?

What is the concept

of our program here?

In the morning you act for civilians,

in the afternoon, for the army.

Why in the morning?

How do you thinkyou're going

to get there the same day?

-Get where?

-To the front lines.

Dear actors...

Welcome to Srbobran.

The last bastion of Serbhood before

Turkish invasion and Croat Ustashas.

You are sitting amongst real Serbs.

But also, amongst those

who suddenly became Serbs.

They had taken off their Communist

costumes and put on new uniforms.

-Those of the Serbian army.

-What is this guy saying?

We, The White Eagles, did not wait

for the fall of communism.

We already knew

which nation we belong to.

I'll show you, you piece of sh*t!

Gentlemen... gentlemen!

As our poet Djura would say:

Are you my kin, you poor soles

Are you, too, drowning in woes

So you came here at once

So we could get to know

One another better

Singing a sorrowful duet:

We are small but we know

That no one will want us like you

Tweet, tweet...

Over the Konjuh mountain

The wind is humming

The leaves are singing

Sorrowful songs

Their comrade is dead

The coal miner is dead

They eat him for breakfast

The Partisans have a feast

Follow me, brothers!

Charge!

Marija Karanoviae.

I am the teacher here.

-Misko. Nice to meet you.

-I know.

Who wouldn't know you?

I saw you in "Corolian".

-He's quite the lady-killer, isn't he?

-I don't know.

No, no... he isn't.

Oh yes, he is. He can fool around

in Belgrade, but not here.

-This guy will kill you.

-Yes, he will!

He almost killed me

at least a hundred times!

But I don't care! Go on!

Go on, kill me!

At least you'll free me

from this life in misery!

Misko,

please take me away from here.

I want to go to Belgrade with you.

I want to go to the theatre

every evening.

Alert!

-Stanislav, where are you?!

-Here I am.

Monday,

December 1 3, 1993

-Adventure with whom?

-I can't tell you that.

Now I address the audience:

He can't tell me?!The old coquette.

-That woman will fill the gap.

-No, I saythat.

We have a full house!

The town's interest

in our performance is unheard-of.

Tickets were sold out

in twenty minutes.

Is there any other place in town

with heating?

Mijo, come and see

how warm it is in here!

A bitter biting bittern

Bit a better brother bittern...

Are you nervous? This is,

practically, your first performance.

No, I have a fever.

I caught a cold last night.

-Should I make the mole bigger?

-It looks great on you.

My dear young colleague,

why do you need so much makeup?

You're young, beautiful,

whywould you need it?

Try acting from the inside.

I was told we need

a lot of makeup, for stylization.

Stylization is usually

a sign of weakness.

It's not a matter of style,

but taste.

Now I really don't know what to do!

Some say this, other...

Why are you raising your voice!?

Leave me alone!

Listen, you amateur.

You weren't even born when I was

the leading lady in theatre.

-From leading, to cleaning lady.

-What did you say?!

Wait, you don't understand...

What's going on?

Come on, people, we're starting!

Great, thanks.

What are you doing here?

Me?

Because of the order for supper!

What order? Don't you know that

the Master and Mistress are out?

Get out of here! Shoo!

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.

All this trouble makes no sense when

I lose the money before I earn it.

-How many cards?

-Two.

-I don't have a set. I'm bluffing.

-I know.Three for me.

Ifwe have a full house tomorrow,

we'll have more money than we thought.

-I can lose any amount you imagine.

-You owe me...

-You won't forget? "

-I will not, Madam.

Is everything

all right with you, Eugenie?

With me?

Thank you for asking.

-And with you, Madam?

-Everything is all right with me.

-I no longer need you!

-That surprises me.

-Leave, I say!

-Yes, Madam.

And... where is Poche?

Where is Poche? I should be

asking that... where is Poche?

Mijo!

-I'm here!

-Let's go home, man.

-Wait. It's freezing outside.

-Oh, screw this!

They stare at us

with blank expressions. Disaster.

-Is it all right?

-It's all right.

Gentlemen... I suggest...

You donate the entire fee from the gig

to Serbian Sisters Charity.

This is just a suggestion, but this

will make you look good in public.

-But... we agreed...

-Wait! Please!

-All right, I'll do it.

-Congratulations.

I knew you were true patriots.

Somebody could address the audience

for the occasion. Just a few words.

-Who?

-Anyone. You can do it.

It's easyfor you to give out

the money you already gambled away!

What about the rest of us?

-What do you mean, your husband?

-Mister Chandebise!

He is the spitting image

of my servant Poche!

So, the man I just saw in my bed

and thought was myself, was in fact...

That was Poche!

-The one who sent me to the pub!

-And had a pack saddle for wood!

That was Poche!

Always Poche!

I would really like

to see him up close.

Bravo... bravo!

Dear audience, please!

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