The Tour Page #6

Shoot, or throw it away!

-Is everything alright?

-Exceptional, Danilo, exceptional.

These people are famous actors.

Danilo is the king here!

What will you eat?

-No, thanks, we're stuffed.

-Out of the question!

I've got tripes, liver, pig balls,

the best grilled meat in the area!

We really can't.

And we're tired, too.

How about something sweet?

Baklava? Tulumba?

You fight against the Muslims

and eatTurkish sweets?

-What did you say?

-Nothing.

We'd like to go to our rooms,

if that's okay. We're dead tired.

-I'll have another bottle of red!

-Bring two bottles of red.

You have to try

my homemade brandy.

Forty-two degrees,

specialty of the house.

We really should rest a little.

-We had such an...

-Such an exciting tour!

I'm not going to sleep!

I want to drink!

-Bravo, Zaki!

-Excuse me, just for a moment.

He owns everything in Srbobran.

This hotel, the grocery store,

another restaurant...

The gas station... incredible.

-He saved every dinar...

-Lale!

I like him. He's great!

You like anyone who buys you a drink!

Oh, go ahead and die, see if I care!

And now, please...

silence in the atmosphere.

Resolve the conflict

in the swimming pool, please.

With us here tonight are artists from

the Serbian entertainment industry.

Among them is the famous poet,

Mr Ljubiae!

He performed in the newspapers,

television, and he is from Belgrade!

Please.

Thank you.

I'm not really good with these.

Our dear... artists.

Brothers in arms!

You have come

on this long journey.

You have left

your comfortable homes.

You have exposed

your lives to danger.

-Why?

-I ask myself the same question.

Because real Serbian blood

flows through your veins!

Blood that cannot remain cold before

your brothers' pain and suffering!

-I'm going to vomit, I swear!

-What are you going to do?

The raft is swaying,

it makes him sick.

You, too, feel that our Serbian

brother is in need of help, now!

Right now!

When his home is in flames!

Right now!

When his only child is in the woods

with a gun in his hand!

Right now! When his offspring

have no bread to eat!

But how can we, artists, help him?

With words?

Do words have any meaning?

Can words be of help to anyone

during these horrific times?!

Yes, they can.

Yes, they can, indeed!

Just one

kind word from your fellow man!

It can mean more

than a can of stew!

More than a pack of cigarettes!

More than a pair of woollen socks!

It can be worth more than diapers!

And even more valuable than water!

-My sweet Sonja...

-What do you want?

What's this on my forehead?

I don't know, and I don't care.

Who did this to me?

-Let me sleep.

-Sonja...

Do you have some ice for this?

Zaki,

if you could only see yourself.

Do you even realize

what you have turned into?

Sonja, don't be angry with me.

Your Zaki loves you.

Leave me alone!

Zaki, what are you doing here?

You need something?

Do you have some ice?

I hit my forehead.

I got a bump here.

It's nothing, Zaki!

Are you OK?

We just glue it here...

-Woman, bring some sweets!

-And some ice, please.

Whiskey?

No, just ice.

Or maybe, just a drop of whiskey.

-Woman, whiskey!

-And some ice.

Take it easy, Zaki.

Pick that up.

How about a biteto eat?

-I only stopped by.

-Arrange some cold cuts!

Who's this?

-My wife.

-Your wife? Yeah, right!

She really is my wife.

If I were you, I would exchange her

for two eighteen-year-olds.

Let's not go there.

Tell me something...

Why do you, peasants,

like women with moustaches?

Let it go, Zaki.

Just have your drink.

And with hairy legs... could you

please explain that phenomenon to me?

-Don't talk like that, Zaki.

-No, really. Does that turn you on?

Get out.

Now it's really enough, you f***er.

You thinkyou're special,just because

you monkey around for a few pennies.

Monkey around?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about you,

you piece of sh*t.

You think you're a big shot, because

people recognize you on the street.

-Because you're on TV.

-Ma'am, what does this guy want?

I can rent people like you

bythe dozen!

Like a rent-a-Car!

To dance in my house, to act

in my bathroom while I take a dump!

I am not rentable!

I am...

You are my dick!

An ordinary cock!

No, you are my dick.

-Is that so?

-You bet!

-Is that what you said?!

-I said that you are...

My huge...

remarkably exciting... dick.

I let you into my home, Zaki,

in the middle of the night!

"Danilo, I want whiskey"

I give you whiskey.

"I want to eat, Danilo"

I give you food!

"I want ice..,"

You want ice, Zaki?

Here's ice! Here's the food!

Here's the whiskey!

Here's more food! F*** it all!

Get out of my house!

You think

you can f*** around with me!

-What's wrong with you?

-What, what's wrong with me?!

-I was just kidding...

-In my own home!

Fuckyou, and your Shakespeare!

Let me go!

Let me go! I'll show him!

He's just an actor. A tiny bug,

smaller than a child's fingernail.

Anyone can squash him.

Remove him from the face of

the earth, and be left unpunished.

You don't need to threaten him,

let alone beat him.

All you need to tell him is "Hey, you

over there!You don't have a clue".

And he will collapse

like a tower of cards.

Fuckyou, all. I don't want you

in my premises.

Just as I had fallen asleep.

This really is too much.

You, Stanislav, are a blooming idiot!

Why me?

Who takes care of the hotels,

who's the tour manager?

-Zaki screwed everything up!

-Who? Me?

Unlike the rest of you,

I have my pride!

I will not be insulted

by every scoundrel that comes along!

Looks like Djuro's not there.

He's sleeping.

The windows are steamy.

-Mr. Djuro, will you please...

-What is it?

We're going to Belgrade tomorrow

with you and Mister Ljubiae.

-Yeah, so?

-How can I put this...

-We don't have a place to sleep.

-What am I supposed to do about it?

To let us into your van, that's what!

Or we're gonna freeze to death!

Why don't you say so, man?

Hop in!

Wednesday,

December 1 5, 1993

Muslims.

-The ones that are tied up?

-Yes.

-Who are the guards?

-Also Muslims.

I don't get it.

The ones that are tied up are Babo's.

-Whose?

-The prisoners are from Kladusa.

The guards are fighting against them,

they are from Tuzla and Bihaae.

What are they doing here?

Our side is letting them kill each

other off!They don't get involved.

Why are these Muslims

doing this to other Muslims?

Narcissism of small differences.

What?

Sigmund Freud.

Maybe we should get going.

-I can't go without a travel order!

-Who's got that f***ing order?

-The Artist.

-Who?

-Who's the most prominent artist here?

-I don't have the order.

-Ljubiae?

-Exactly.

Who knows

where that idiot is now.

At the front lines.

He has that... Iiterary... evening.

-At seven in the morning!

-Listen...

All I know is that tomorrow I have

to transport two boxes of Baltic.

Baltic means

that Ljubiae has a literary evening.

-What's a Baltic?

-Vodka, my dear.

Baltic vodka.

There is a feast

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