The Wounds Page #3

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That's fifty, Stojan!

Kevin Keegan!

Kevin Keegan!|Kevin Keegan!

That was the end of wanking,|real life had begun.

Kevin, d'you want a Iick?

Kure, how many more of these|morons do I have to do

for hundred marks. I didn't|know it'd be such hard work.

Let the kid enjoy himseIf|and stop taIking crap.

How did I do it, uncIe Kure?|-Very good, peasant.

Shagging's an art.|Go on, give it a wash.

Get a move on, kid.

What's up with you, you c*nt,|shitting yourseIf, eh?

Thank God for that.|Next!

WeII done, Iad.

What are you staring at?|Go for it!

Come on, kid,|you're the Iast one.

Have you faIIen in Iove?

Come cIoser.

What're you doing, eh?

Kure, he can't do it! -What|d'you think, he can't do it?

Get Iost, geek!

UnbeIievabIe! What are we|gonna do about it?

Get your pants off!

oK, no probIems.

Don't worry, Kure'II|sort you out!

Be quiet!...|AIternative medicine!

Come here.|-Don't, uncIe Kure...!

Concentrate, stand up|straight... Shut up!

SureIy we won't go to the|doctor's because of this.

This isn't America.|ProbIem soIved.

Wow, a shish kebab!|Come on, go for it!

Kure, the kid's is doing it!|-Give it to her, Iad.

Go on, c*nt! Sing!|-Kevin Keegan!

l'd be lying to you if|l didn't tell you

that at one moment l felt|sorry for diabola.

But that was just for|a short, fleeting moment.

As Kure says, you're either|f***ing or being f***ed,

there's nothing in-between.

A rebeIIion of mice, foIk.|This isn't our war.

Did you watch the Iatest|''The Beat of the Street''?

LittIe Lemon sIagged us off.

Kids are getting|nasty these days.

I'm sorry that Kure never|made it on the show.

He was reaIIy into the idea.

Who gives a f***|about him, the c*nt.

Get the f*** out|of the way, bIoody mice!

If onIy the sanctions wouId|Iast a bit Ionger,

we'd be made.

Look at that beauty, eh?

What's going on here?

Look at Peppers's Merc.|-500 E, hand made. -Shut it!

Did you watch the Iatest|''The Beat of the Street''?

Wasn't Bones fuII of sh*t?

Pepper, mate, this is|a highway robbery!

What're you doing?!

You're a fast one, kid.|-Give me that gun!

Haven't I toId you before

not to interrupt me|whiIe I'm taIking!

Sorry, Pepper. -Let's caII|Bones and have some fun.

What the f*** are|you pIaying at?

D'you know who I am?|-I do.

Here's five grand now. Come|and get the rest tomorrow.

Why are you f***ing with me?|I'm not one of your jerks!

Come out and Iets fight for|it Iike in the good oId days!

Keep this sh*t.

AII that taIks about|good oId days!

The nostaIgia'II kiII you.

HeIIo? Bones?

I couId've bIown that c*nt's|brains out, uncIe Kure.

He deserved it!

I'II beat the sh*t out of|you in two years!

There's not enough time, son.|1 995 is a Iong way off.

Let's do it now!|- F*** off! Go home!

That petroI's dodgey, get|the hose and suck it out!

Dodgy, ah? Here you are,|drink it!

What're you pIaying at,|stop it!

PIaning a budget is the art|of survivaI in the difficuIt

circumstances our|country is facing.

Pension, five hundred|and sixty four biIIion,

eight hundred and thirty|two miIIion,

four hundred and|thirty five thousand,

four hundred and seventy|five and a haIf dinars.

Write this down:
|CounciI tax, one biIIion,

TV Iicence, five biIIion,

food, not a Iot, but heaIthy,|twenty eight biIIion...

Cross out UgIjeshas|eight miIIion.

EIectricity, twenty five|biIIion. Heating...

What heating,|f***ing bastards! !

That's impossibIe!|You and your maths!

Do it again!

Something's wrong.|Do it again.

EIectricity...

Do it again, but|without the eIectricity.

Pension, five hundred and|sixty four biIIion...

Golden Hand used to bullshit|that '93 was the worst year

in the history|of the serbian nation.

l couldn't've give a toss|about the nation, folks.

For me and shvaba|it was the best year.

ln one summer we grew|ten centimetres.

Just the right amount,|folks!

dope, folks! An expanding|market economy.

lt was a great year|for this line of work.

lnflation at f*** knows|what percent.

People lost|everything they had.

It's ready, uncIe Kure!

Kure, the kid said that|the scag's ready.

compared to others,|Kure was lucky.

He only become smack head.

Shut up! Use your wiIIpower!|Count to twenty.

one, two, three... eight...

It's about Ninana.|Thirty five stab wounds.

Your first Iove|has gone.

Not so fast.

Don't Kure, why're|you being Iike that?

Pinki, come on.

Look at the tits I bought|her, two grand each.

Suzy, show the kids|the Grand Canyon.

Can I go first, Kure?

I've got a concert tonight,|how am I gonna sing?

oK scum, shoot her up!

Sing, Suzy, sing!

Thanks, Kure.

Look at my Suzy, the first|vein of BeIgrade. And wider.

l put a gun in his mouth,|he started mumbling...

How can you be bothered?

l told him, you should see|a speech therapist, mate.

Sing!

''For the Serbian forces,|that was the onIy way...''

Bravo! See you, peasants!

Let's go.

Don't.|-Look at the state of him!

Look at him!

ln serbia, in this trade,|you graduate by shooting

your teacher. We didn't have|a hope in hell of graduating.

Kure was making sure of that.

Mr. Pinki,|how's schooI going?

Suck my dick, you oId fart.

slowly we've been taking|over the whole neighborhood.

Nevenka, come and|watch the news!

lt took my stupid dad|ten years to make it

from a first sergeant|to a sergeant mayor.

And look at me, folks,|then judge who got it right!

So you're moving|to SIovenia, eh?

No, to the posh|part of town.

Give us a ring sometime.

We've got a job for you.|-oK -See you.

Darko, Iet's get out of here.|Get that Iorry moving.

What are you offering|that pratt a job for,

he'II have|the pigs onto us!

Who's there?

The big bad woIf and the|LittIe Red Riding Hood!

Where've you been 'tiII now?|-At schooI, on detention.

Gran, give us something|to scoff!

Get Iost!|-Don't pick on Madonna.

Our base was at shvaba's, he|lived alone with his Granny.

lf you don't count the hens.

In '41 in the middIe of the|night, Ustashas came into

Crnici and cut the throats|of about two hundred peopIe.

The murdering bustards!

Somehow I managed to escape,|got to the river,

jumped into the water,|Iooked and sow...

What did you see, Granny?

Kids have you got|a cigarette for Granny?

Here you are, Granny,|an American one.

AngIo-American?

WeII, Granny, where were we?|-oh, yes, Ustashas!

TeII us, Granny, did they|cut your throat or not?

I saw them running after me.

Somehow I managed|to swim across the Rzava.

Sh*t, what a name - Rzava!|-Rzava, I aImost drowned.

Where's that,|is it in DisneyIand?

There was a fuII moon, wouId|you f***ing beIieve it,

everything was Iit up!

And Ustashas, with those|big knives in their theets...

Wow, Granny,|Iook at that. A Jedi!

What a story, Granny! We'II|get you some coke tomorrow.

I'd rather have a cock, son.

Look at the way they're|pIaying... Like red-Indians!

Indians!|Gimme a bear.

And you're red-Indians,|too. Brought up

on this reservation,|in this condom of a country!

And you strike f***ing|attitudes. Doing a job, eh?

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