The Wounds Page #4

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What d'you think you're|doing, you f***ing cant!

What the f*** d'you want?

UncIe Kure, there's a fat|f*ggot here

wants a word with you.

Where is he, the pig?

Did I get him?

of course, uncIe Kure,|you're the bizz!

of course I am, you Apache!

When I remember...|DusseIdorf, Bundesbank,

in the middIe of the day...

I just went in, good morning,|three grand better off...

Do you know how much is it?|I mean... quantitative?

The pigs came,|speciaI branches...

I jumped out of the widow,|somersauIted,

open fracture,|didn't feeI a thing!

What's that?|-A fIy, uncIe Kure.

That was business.

Not Iike you, drug pushing.

In my time that|was dishonourabIe.

They knew what honour|was then.

Now there's onIy sh*t Ieft.

Pinki, get rid of those|fIies that are pestering

uncIe Kure!|Show some respect!

Good morning, uncIe Kure.|-Red-Indians!

Bogi, Kagny, CIint

and UncIe Kure'II aIways|be cowboys for you!

At your age, I screwed|a bIack girI in Amsterdam.

It's not worth mentioning|the EiffeI Tower.

D'you Comanches know how|a reaI bIack girI shag?

The f*** you do!

A fIy, eh!

Pepper!

Where are you, p*ssy?|I've been waiting for you.

Hide and seek, eh?

one, two, three...

Neighbour...

You'II wake everyone up.

When the Serbian peopIe were|going through hard times,

Kure feIt their pain|Iike reaI patriotic Serb.

Like many of us, he decided|to heIp our peopIe to defend

hearth and home, aIong|with our ancestor's graves.

Ljubisa Kurcubic Kure,|in a word, a knight

in a shining armour,|a true patriot!

He was a good man. Handsome.|-And Serb. -Tosser.

Not an ordinary man,|a big man!

He had a great heart.|-Here's our obituary:

''UncIe Kure, up there from|the HoIIy Iand,

you'II see us|with his baIIs in hand''.

You're a poet, Pinki.|Who d'you think did it?

The one who wrote|the Iongest obituary...

or the one who's|making the speech.

Good bIess him.

''BIack Raven''.

Hey, Ljubisa, BIack Raven,

you've found a home forever.

We're Iate! You're|in deep sh*t now!

Get a move on, pratts!

Look, the coffin's gone!

Excuse me, I'm from the TV,|we're Iate.

WouId it be a probIem|to dig him up again,

so I can fiIm it. -Look|it's her from the teIIy!

Pepper, so you're stiII|aIive then!

oh, it's you, Liki,|you scam bag!

F*** yourseIf!|My condoIences.

I'm reaIIy sorry he didn't|make it onto my show.

Another time.

Wreath, cIose up on the cross,|and make your own way home.

You've reaIIy grown,|now you're reaI young man.

Did you ask her?|-Ask what?

Which one of us was|the better f***? -Yes I did.

She said we were very|different. -That's no answer.

I agree... But I won't|be abIe to ask her again.

The Iast round, Kure!

I'II find that c*nt!

You'II kiII the bastard.

Thanks, uncIe Pepper.|-See you.

Come on, you junkie scum!

D'you know why they|caIIed him crazy Kure?

They say that when he was on|''The Beat of the Street''

he grabbed one of Lydia's|tits! -Kure was never

on ''The Beat of the Street''.|Get Iost!

Come on, scumbag.|Look at the state of you.

I'II take to the raiIway|station

and Iet aII the|deadbeats screw you.

or I'II screw you with|an eIectric saw.

HeIIo, uncIe Pepper.|-HeIIo.

Who are they?|-Kures's kids.

AII these new kids|are the same? AwfuI!

Shvaba, are you mad|or what? Come on!

Is he different?|-What's the f*** with you?!

Is he different?|-What do you care?

I've got rid of aII the geer.

You're not the same,|reaIIy you're not.

Am I the same? -Look at|Shvaba, producing eggs.

Am I the same?!

Why don't you have more|faith in yourseIf?

You can't come if you|don't respect yourseIf.

You'II end up with|an inferiority compIex.

Go and keep Gran|company for a bit.

Let's ask Granny if she|thinks you're the same.

Gran!

Gran, this here is a naturaI|remedy for bIocked sinuses.

Is it that ''UncIe Joe's''|cure''?

No, I got it straight|from JaiIbird himseIf.

It feeIs good, eh Granny?|Sweet marjoram.

l looked at shvabas Gran.

she looked really sweet|at that moment.

And then l thought of|another old woman,

some sh*t from the school.

That famous murder of an oId|Iady, and her kiIIer,

RaskoInikov, entered|the history books

in the way the American fiIm|never wiII. Dostoyevsky...

For two months, leper face|talked bollocks about some

fella who did some granny in.|And then he apparently

wondered if he should've|done it in the first place.

Man, a whole book about|doing some old woman in!

What if he'd bumped off|some great-looking chick?

Would they f***'ve put|that on the curriculum!

Then the first time l killed|someone came into my mind...

There was no should l,|shouldn't l,

l just went for it.|But l didn't feel the need

to write a book about it.|Me and writing...

What a strange smell a gun has|when you kill someone with it,

or am l imagining things...

Here l go again, telling|the story from the end...

instead of how it|all started.

Quiet Nevenka,|the kid'II hear us!

Shut up whiIe I'm|f***ing you.

Eh, Bertha... Good Iuck|on our first break-in!

diabola had tipped us off|about some old guy, Stubac,

one of his Mum's friends,|a news presenter.

Look, he's fIoating!

What did DiaboIa say|the combination was?

What's that? The Iast time|he got his and away?

The date of some congress,|who gives a toss?

A great combination!

Readies!

WouId you f*** me,|eh, mate? -of course.

Fat head, switch that off,|I can't see a bIoody thing!

SiIver medaI for you,|Granddad! -Who are you?

Hoards of Ustashan cut-throats|and MusIim fanatics.

We've come to brake|your baIIs for sIagging

us off on the news!|Take your cIothes off!

Who d'you work for?|It's not about money, is it?

What they say about my visits|to Knin is aII rubbish.

I'm IoyaI!|Can I invite Zikica?

Is he the one I f***ed?|-Look at the swan, Granddad!

Kid, give me the gun!

This is real killing!

Look at him, mate.|Dead!

Are you interested|to know who Zikica is?

Let her have it!

You're on ''The Beat of the|Street'' next Wednesday, oK?

Us?

Yes. Why?

oK. -Now one|practicaI advice.

Shoot him in the head to make|it Iook Iike a cop kiIIing.

Did you hear that,|you fat head!

D'you know haw IoveIy|the MaIdives are,

even IoveIier than Dubrovnik!|-LoveIier than what?

I'II see you on Wednesday.

F*** it, man!

We're on the show, us! !

Look at the swan!

Are you hungry? Gran,|have you been to the shops?

What's the matter with you?

You didn't find the stash|under the mattress, did you?

Gran, do you hear me?

Didn't I teII you to keep|the drugs away from her!

It's not that,|Iook at the teIIy.

She's in a state 'cos|of the Ustashas.

Knin is now under the|control of croatian Troops.

civilians and serbian army|left the city.

serbian soldiers offer|heavy resistance

in this area. croatian|forces in Kraina...

There were others who didn't|take the fall of Kraina well.

This is a betrayaI,|you bastards!

You betrayed the sacred|Serbian Iand of Kraina!

Don't, Stojan! -You're|disturbing the neighbours!

BetrayaI! -Someone'II|caII the poIice!

Let them caII!|This is for poIice!

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