The Tour Page #5

Quick!

Come on, hands up... Hands up!

On your knees!

Put your hands behind your head!

Move it! Move it!

So, what brings you here?

Son, give us a strong drink

so we can relax a little.

Yesterday I shot a guy

because of that. No drinking here.

My Zaki! My Zaki!

The man I loved to watch in the role

of Bugs Bunny when I was a child!

You made HIM clear the minefield?

Misko!

My Misko!

The man who killed countless Germans

in theTV series, you motherfuckers!

Sonja...

You push among the mines

the sex symbol of a generation?

Ifyou kill all our b*tches, whose

photo are we supposed to jerk off to?!

Don't look up!

-Sorry, Sonja.

-It's okay.

You, with the hat, come here.

He says he's not a Serb.

But he's not an actor either.

Get over there!

-Slavisa, to the minefield.

-Yes, sir!

So, what brought you here?

-Sir...

-Yes, Misko?

Don't do it.

-Don't do what?

-That...

Please.

Where do you think you are?

This is a war, not a movie set.

Please...

Please, don't do that to them.

Stop!

Hear me out.

At the request of the celebrated

actors from Belgrade...

Your lives have been spared!

I need a volunteer.

You, come here.

On the behalf of your group...

You'll sing something for me.

Is that alright?

All right? Here we go...

Hold me...

-Take the road...

-I don't know the lyrics.

You see?

How can I spare their lives

if he doesn't know the lyrics?

Those who don't know

the lyrics... they walk!

Hold me...

Take the road...

Cowards take...

Mywandering eyes

Will follow you...

Female heart...

Go! Go! Go!

Gentle as a swallow...

That dies from the pain...

Hold me...

Be a man just this once...

Don't lie to me...

If you go...

Don't ever lookfor me...

Go on...

Don't look back, don't look at me.

Go! Go!

-I could always...

-...see it coming.

Coward...

I didn't know you were such a...

Coward...

You sleep with me

And lose sleep over another...

You're afraid to admit it...

Coward...

You're just another coward...

You think

I'm that same little girl...

Anyone can lie to...

Thank you for the ride!

Djuro, my man!

-What's up?

-Nothing much.

When can we leave?

-Where you goin'?

-Back to Belgrade.

So, whenever you're ready,

we can...

Me?

You got to have a travel order.

What order? It was agreed,

you bring us here, and take us back.

Yes, but I can't move without

a travel order!

Who could give me that?

The commanding officer.

-That Colonel Gavro?

-Him, or someone else. The army.

I said, if they don't send ammunition

for the 53s and the tank 82s,

they can expectTurks in Belgrade!

We've been risking our asses here

for two years!

And they're jerking off

in the capital!

I have a speCial messagefor him.

When he sent us into this war,

he promised us the world!

Now he gives us zilch!

-What do you want?

-I am...

We agreed with Colonel Gavro.

There's no more Colonel Gavro here.

He was dismissed!

Nevertheless, our group of

theatre performers from Belgrade...

Wait...

What did you say?

Theatre performers, actors...

from Belgrade.

So what,

if they're from Belgrade?

We're supposed to sh*t in our pants

because you're from Belgrade?

We had a firm agreement

with Colonel Gavro.

-It was about transport back to...

-Listen to me, Belgrade.

Gavro may have used our fuel

on all sorts of crap, but I will not.

People here have nothing to eat

and he brings us scum of the earth.

Don't be like that, those are all

legends of the acting scene.

-No way... you hear me? No!

-But, they promised.

Out.

Scram!

Nothing.

-I'm going to talk to the guy.

-Sonja, please!

-Anyone but you.

-Why? What's wrong with me?

Nothing,

just that maybe you're a little too...

Too what?

Can you be a little more specific?

A little too sophisticated.

What about me?

-Maybe he will listen to me?

-You?

He can go if he wants to,

but there's no chance.

Now what? We're going to stay here

for the rest of our lives?

What do you people want from me?!

I am just an actor, like you!

How can I put some sense

into the heads of all these maniacs?

Am I supposed to put a stop

to this idiotic war?

How am I supposed to do that?

How?

Hey... that's Ljubiae!

-Ljubiae!

-Who's that?

That writer who wrote...

"The Serbian Golgotha"

or some similar piece of sh*t.

-A "great artist"!

-Artist, my ass!

-I'll have nothing to do with him.

-And I will?

I don't know, it's up to you.

-Hello.

-Hello.

How long will this last?

The bombing...

-It will be over any minute now.

-Great.

Nice library.

They obtained some good books.

Would you like to see them?

No, thankyou.

"They", you say?

-You're not from around here?

-I'm from Knjazevac, Serbia.

And what are you doing in Srbobran?

Is your husband from Srbobran or...

It's just that my son came here

from Germany to fight.

He had a good job there,

in Michelstadt.

When this all started, he enlisted

as a volunteer, left his job.

I mean, if he's here, what would I do

in Knjazevac? And so I got this job.

It's better to do something.

-Back home, were you also a librarian?

-No.

I worked as a philosophy teacher

in high school.

Where is your son?

He got killed this spring,

near Derventa.

Would you like to take a book out?

Their positions...

My dear fellow artist!

What a surprise.

Ready for your performance?

Bravo!

Mr. Ljubiae can arrange our transport

with the local authorities.

He is staying here for purposes of

collecting material for his new novel.

The title will be

"Serbian Tragedy".

Long time no see, Zaki.

You look altered. How are you?

I've seen better days.

Can you really help

with our transportation?

But of course!

The General is

a good friend of mine.

I'm so glad you're on our side, Sonja.

You are looking better than ever!

This is our young colleague,

Jadranka Damjanoviae.

You can tell straight away

she's got talent.

-I'm Lale.

-I'm going with you to Belgrade.

For a meal at the Literary Club

and back.What do you say?

-Great, I'll have the lamb tripe.

-I won't have anything.

I'll have the grilled chicken breast.

-And at the end? At the end?

-Custard pie!

We'll leave tomorrow.

What do you mean?

Where will we sleep tonight?

No problem.

Danilo will take care of that.

He's the big "boss" in this town.

You're history! You're a dead man!

Did you hear me?!

-Get down!

-You're raising your fist at me?!

You don't know

what you're doing, you idiot!

Nobody ties my soldiers to poles

and shaves their heads. You hear?

'Cause you're all pussies!

You sit and drink

while we defend your homes!

These boys bleed for three years.

You're here three days, Belgrade boy!

And you already lecture

them about courage?

You've got an hour to get to Drina!

Is that clear?!

You knowwhat you can do?

You can grab my cock!

That's all you can do!

Understand!?

Who gave you the right

to kill POWs?

I exchange them for my fighters!

I exchange them too, you p*ssy!

Corpse for corpse!

I'll get you now...

Go ahead, shoot, you sh*t!

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