The Wounds Page #2

---

the neck. A serious job,|three to eight seconds.

Kure... -Come on!|Look here...

PIease don't, not|in front of the kids.

Second stage,|the anaesthetic.

The ear:
ten to|fifteen seconds!

What are you staring at,|you IittIe bastards?

Get off!

Don't interrupt me!|Where was I?

Where was I?!|-The anaesthetic.

Third stage, fantasy!

Hand... crowIing,|crowIing... -F*** you.

Look, the anaesthetic's|aIready working. -F*** you.

You f***ing bustard, Kure!

Look what you've done,|you wanker!

What a temper!

I'm gonna marry her,|reaIIy I am. -ReaIIy?

You cow! Come here.

ReaIIy?|-Come here.

Does it hurt?

Don't be ridicuIous.

But why didn't you teII me|it was bothering you?

You're so strange.

Look how stressed out I am,|I'm aII shaky. -CooI down.

Kids, go home.

UncIe Kure, are you|gonna f*** now?

Kevin Keegan!

Kure isn't a maniac.|Shut the door... My sweetie.

My wounded hand is crowIing...|-You're tickIing me.

Shagging is an art.

Of course Uncle Kure was|a maniac, someone who lives

at a hundred miles an hour,

who doesn't give a f***|about anything.

Mother, buy me a gun,|to kiII my man,

who cheats on me every night.

Mother, buy me a syringe,|to overdose my man.

shvaba was also a bit like|that - a maniac. A quiet lad,

but there was no screwing|around with him.

KiII him Shvaba, kiII him,|bash his brains out!

HeeI, Shvaba, heeI!

That's probably why|Kure liked him.

Drop it!

To cut my man's throat, 'cos|he cheats on my every night,

mother, buy me a knife.

Mother, a knife!

Go on, sing!

Carry on!

Keep going!

You see, in school|l had all A's.

That's why for me weapons|took second place!

Even third.|ln first place were...

That's the most important|thing for business.

Pepper's a reaI geezer!

As if, you know!|Take this sh*t away.

And there was work|all over Europe.

You're Iying through your|f***ing teeth. Get Iost, Rex!

A few of us were in fact|representing serbian culture.

CooI down, Kure.|-Shut it!

We were building up|this country's image.

Listen to this cant|taIking out of this arse!

We used to watch|''The Beat of the Street''

every Wednesday at Kure's.|For us kids it was

as popular as ''Beverly Hills'',|even more than ''Red Star''.

l still have fond memories|of some of those trips.

Frakfort on Mine, Munich,|dusseldorf, Bundesbank,

Offenbach, piggy bank,|dortmund...

He's the biggest f***ing|c*nt grass.

Grassing peopIe up took|first, second and third

pIace with you, mate!|-You know, in the West,

a serb was treated like|a gentleman.

I'II put an end to this|boIIocks, you c*nt!

SEVEN DAYS LATER

And now our neighbour|Lydia returns to our story.

Here she is, foIks,|isn't she a star?

Lydia used to bring all the|top criminals, mobsters,

our idols in fact,|onto her programme.

Let's see which sIime-baII's|on this week.

Look at him!|Are you counting, Shvaba?

Who, l hope, would open his|heart to you and to me.

Stole, draw!

Where did she get this|peasant from?

He shouIdn't be|on a kids show!

Are you counting, Svaba?

At that time we fought|according to a certain code,

fists only, but it wasn't|always fair play.

Here's an example|for your viewers.

Stole, you cant!|What a gentleman!

And what about poor Zvonce,|whom you shot from behind!?

God rest his souI.

Don't upset yourseIf Kure,|pIease! -Who's getting upset?

Who?|-Don't, Kure!

Give us a fag, kid!

Once me and my friend|Zvonce fell out

and agreed to settle things|in a civilised way...

Give us a fag!

...with fists,|just the two of us!

Robber!|Knight, my arse!

When l get there l see two|parked cars and say to myself:..

Shvaba, have I reached|hundred and fifty yet?

Even more!

l say to myself:
Well done,|but that's impossible.

sounds exciting.

Hey kids, wouId you|give Lydia one?

I heard that!|-Quiet, in there.

of course not,|she's DiaboIa's Mum.

Why d'you fantasise about|her when you wank, then?

That's not the same,|is it, uncIe Kure?

WeII, Iads, that's a|phiIosophicaI question.

Bring that kid aIong,|I want to meet him.

You go on, he is asIeep!

oh, no, not that camoufIage|business again.

Don't go, Kure,|it's dangerous!

What's wrong with you,|I'm onIy going hunting...

for bunny rabbits!

Be brave... Heroes,

let's finish them off.

They won't surrender.

show them all your|strength and power,

as you did all along.

Be brave, they're|definitely broken!

Get up, you Iazy sods!

I'm bIeeding whiIe|you're sIeeping!

I'II draft you aII!|You Iazy bastards!

Everybody down in|five minutes!

Inspection! Fitness training|for the body. And the spirit!

Kure! Ugh, bIood!

It's not mine, it's|from the bunny rabbit.

A souvenir for you...|Shvaba, come here!

What d'you want? -You said|there'd be an inspection.

Get the f*** out of here.

Shvaba, take this in.

Kure, where's my microwave?|-Give us a Iist next time!

Neighbour, how was|the weekend?

Was there any fighting?

Everything for mother|Serbia, everything!

My universities:
M. Gorki|G. Pinki (G = Giza)

Come on.|Put your head here.

Don't breathe.

Can you here anything?|-Yes, I can, uncIe Kure.

What can you hear?|You can hear my arse!

Listen. It's on and|you can't hear it.

Kure's bought a BMW, folks.

GoIden hands!|Give us that!

Not that... I'II make|a man out of you yet.

It's a miracIe what a man|can do with his ten fingers!

And remember, every skiII is|worth its weight in goId!

How could l explain to him,

that me and shvaba were|already learning our trade?

Shitting yourseIves, eh?|Watch this, you pussies!

Like in|''The BattIe of Neretva''.

When the Chetniks rode|into battIe

and those partisan c*nts|hid behind the gravestones!

There goes SIy.|-UncIe Kure...

Come here. Have you ever|seen ''The BattIe of Neretva''?

You arsehoIes|haven't got a cIue!

D'you think I couId|shoot a bit?

What did your Mum say, when|am I gonna be on the show?

She said that Rat, Pepper|and Bones are on first.

of course, if they survive|that Iong. -of course.

And me? When's my turn?

Go on, spit it out!|-WeII... She says...

you're not|in the same cIass.

That's what she says, is it?

Have you seen|''The Godfather''?

You haven't got a cIue!

Go home!

Rat, Pepper...

So you think that's funny?

Do you, you c*nts?

That's not very|nice, is it?

You're my friends,|your Iaughter hurts me.

I've decided to share|the pain with you. Shvaba...

Lets pIay... ''steeI fists''.

D'you want it now or straight|away? -Straight away.

Who's a hard nut then?|''Enter the Dragon'', eh?

Want some more?|-Yes.

You do, do you?

Come on, then.|-No probs, uncIe Kure.

Is that enough for you,|peasant?

Not yet!|-Not yet!

Hang on, there's no hurry.

Right, now... off you go.

Come on, Shvaba.

That's right, you're|reaIIy hard, Shvaba.

A beating can be|a good thing, foks.

lt is a good way of checking|if you're a man or a p*ssy.

The problem is that|most people find out

they're a p*ssy.

You want be seeing|that bastard any more!

Do you wanna be a criminaI?

Stojan, you've Iost count!|-No, I'm counting to myseIf.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes