The Tour Page #4

-I'm sorry?

-When do we start?

-Be quiet, Lale.

Where is the doctor? We had a mishap,

one of our colleagues fainted.

No more doctor in here.

He fluttered away.

Excuse me?

-He got killed, for f***'s sake.

-No, I don't think you understood me.

The tall, handsome doctor,

from Belgrade.

That's the one.

The mine got him

when he went for a piss.

How?When?

About half an hour ago,

maybe 45 minutes. Half an hour.

About half an hour ago,

maybe 45 minutes. Half an hour.

"Jokes and their Relation to

the Unconscious" by Sigmund Freud

Where is that... Djuro?

Where is that... Djuro?

Hello!Van!

No Djuro... no van...

He won't be here before tomorrow.

What?

What do you mean?

We were supposed to spend the night

here, so he returned to Srbobran.

-What are we supposed to do now?

-Go back and wait for him. What else?

-I'm not going backthere.

-Me neither.

-I'm not going backthere.

-Me neither.

What are we supposed to do?

It's night time.

I don't care.You're the tour manager.

You figure it out!

Sonja, are you crazy?

Don't you realize

the situation we are in?

Am I crazy?

Are you crazy?!

-I want to go home.

-We can't go without Djuro!

I want to go home.

I'm off.

-Sonja!

-I'm leaving!

We can't just let her go on her own.

We can't just let her go on her own.

Wait, maybe we can

get a taxi on the way!

Maybe we'll find

some transportation!

People!

What's wrong with you?!

-Sonja, Misko, wait for me!

-There's a war going on...

-Sonja, Misko, wait for me!

-There's a war going on...

Tuesday,

December 14, 1993

Tuesday,

December 14, 1993

The fresh air is killing me.

Zaki, watch your step.

-Which way now?

-This way.

-Misko, don't...

-I can do it. It's just... slippery!

Let's go.

Let's go.

Now, Zaki...

Halt.

Halt.

-Landmines.

-Where?

Buried in the ground.

That's why they call them "landmines".

Stop! Don't move.

There are mines everywhere.

This one's marked.

-The guys that put it there marked it.

-That's right.

We'll go along the river.

-Come on, what are you waiting for?

-We're waiting for you.

-Come on, what are you waiting for?

-We're waiting for you.

Why me?

Why don't you go first?

You go right ahead.

It was your idea.

Easy, now... watch your step!

Come on...

Do you hear this?

People...

-I have a feeling these are...

-Croats.

What will happen now?

Maybe they're Muslims.

Now, THAT would be a relief.

No, they're definitely Croats.

If they recognize Sonja,

we have a chance.

If they recognize Sonja,

we have a chance.

You think

theywouldn't recognize me?

Me, too. I was on that series that was

broadcast in Croatia.

Don't you get it? It doesn't matter

if they recognize you guys, but her.

-Why?

-Because she's Croatian.

You're so stupid!

What does that matter?

You're so stupid!

What does that matter?

Hi!

Hi, fellas!

How're you doing?

It's so cold.

Aren't you freezing?

Pardon... and you are...?

We're actors. From...

From the playhouse.

-We came to visit you.

-The playhouse?

I don't know about that.

What playhouse?

That's... that's strange, indeed.

That's... that's strange, indeed.

They told us it was all organized

and that you'd be waiting for us.

You will act for us here?

Yes! Here...

There lies

the true beauty of the playhouse.

Art is everywhere.

We are actors,

you are the audience, and...

What will you act out for us?

Who might that chap over there be?

My dear, his eyes are fastened on me,

like he is drawn to me.

I would say the chap is one of us.

I would say the chap is one of us.

The same blood as ours.

-No...

-My little Petrunjela...

My little Petrunjela!

By god, it is Pomet!

By god, it is Pomet!

Petrunjela,

you pretty countrywoman...

Pomet, what are you doing here?

My mistress doesn't want you.

How did you manage to get here?

How did you get passed the Chetniks?

How did you manage to get here?

How did you get passed the Chetniks?

If all of her attention is on this

Maro, all of mine is on Petrunjela!

I haven't been sold yet!

By god, I am fond of you.

You pest, give me a rest,

take a hike, jump a dike.

You pest, give me a rest,

take a hike, jump a dike.

Go to your ladies,

to your Roman signoras!

I am a Dubrovnik lass!

You give yourself to me,

for you will be mine!

"Uncle Maroje", by Marin Drziae.

"Uncle Maroje", by Marin Drziae.

I know. I was

an extra in the Gavela playhouse.

That practically

makes you our colleague!

No, I did it for the cash,

while I was a student.

But once you experience

the thrill of stage lights...

That's what old stef

always used to say. You know stef?

That's what old stef

always used to say. You know stef?

The stage manager?

Of course I know stef! When I think

of all the times stef and I used to...

-You were at the procession?

-So many people at the burial.

-You mean, the cremation?

-Yes, the cremation.

-You mean, the cremation?

-Yes, the cremation.

No slippers to use, barefoot she

threads, on prickly thorn spreads!

I'm not yours, just mine,

so you go off and I'll be fine!

And do you know...

what was her name...

-The dresser...

-I don't know which one.

Lucija was her name.

You know her?

Of course I know Luce!

She was a true legend of that theatre.

Of course I know Luce!

She was a true legend of that theatre.

Playhouse.

Excuse me?

In Croatian, it's "playhouse".

Well, of course.

What did I say?

Well, of course.

What did I say?

Who are you people, anyway?

Commandos?

Sorry?

stef is my brother-in-law.

Lucija is my mother from Zabok.

Neither of them has ever

seen Zagreb or Gavela.

Neither of them has ever

seen Zagreb or Gavela.

Now what?

We are actors.

Swear to God.

-They'll kill us.

-I hope not.

-They'll kill us.

-I hope not.

No, they're taking us

for a game of Slapjack.

Maybe they want to exchange us

for some Croat POWs.

Have you seen

a single living Croat POW?

-Please, I'm from the Academy...

-Go!

-Please, I'm from the Academy...

-Go!

-Your side is over there. You can go.

-What?

You're free to go.

But we can't go there.

We've been there already.

-Move it!

-There's a minefield out there.

-Do you hear?!

-If we could go some other way...

-Do you hear?!

-If we could go some other way...

Go on! Move it!

Stop staring at me! Stop it!

We're clearing the mine field,

those shitheads...

That's their only wayto break out

from the encirclement.

Who is breaking out,

from who's encirclement?!

Croats, from Serbian... it seems

our boys have them surrounded.

What our boys?!

I haven't surrounded anybody!

If you live, you can

lodge a complaint in the newspapers.

I will have nothing to do

with your shitty war!

Who are you talking to?

I don'twanna die!

I'm no Serb, I am an actor!

Stop shouting, you mule!

As if we're not actors!

You kill actors!

You are blowing up

people who wouldn't hurt a fly!

You blood-thirsty pieces of sh*t!

Motherfuckers!

F***!The Chetniks!

Our guys!

What our guys?

Serbs...

Throw down your weapons!

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