The Wounds Page #5

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CaIm down, neighbour,|everything'II be oK!

You don't give a toss about|the sacred Iand of Kraina!

Half a million people have|left their homes

and are on|their way to serbia...

Have you got any pictures|of that traitor?

Which one, Dad?|-You've got it easy?

lt's nice to see people not|afraid to show their feelings,

especially when he's|your dad!

Good evening viewers.|Tonight, on the program,

we have two unusual guests.|Unusual because of...

...their age.

Pinki...

Stojan! our|Pinki's on the teIIy!

...would you like to tell|us how old you are?

While most kids your age|are at school,

you've chosen a different|path. Why?

Life forced it on us.|-What do you mean?

l'm winding you up.

Funny. Have you ever been|even slightly wounded?

cat got your tongue?|-No, l mean, not yet.

That's the truth!|We've never been wounded.

What the f*** are you on,|put it back.

Everything's cool, mate,|keep rolling.

We don't use guns here...|-When you said

that we'd never been wounded,|it sounded like

you were trying to slag|us off. -calm down, mate!

l didn't come here for|someone to take the piss!

don't give me that,|you didn't mean it!

There, l'm wounded now.|ls that OK?

What a great feeling, pal.

Really great!

do you want us to call|a doctor?

d'you wanna have a go, pal?|-Why not?

d'you want it in the head?|-Yeah? OK, but just a bit...

l'm stopping the programme!

Go on, you little shits, go|home! -sit down!

What d'you mean,|stop the program?!

l'll f***ing well|show you lot!

Leave her alone... lt's|time for some refreshment.

shvaba, don't embarrass|me on the telly.

Want some?|-No, thanks.

What's up with you, mice,|shitting yourself, eh?

Western economists are|pilling their hair out

and asking themselves how|it is possible that serbia

has the largest growing|economy in Europe...

Let's see the report...

What's wrong, Dad?

I thought you couId take me|into action sometimes.

I'm good with weapons.|That's my profession.

But Nevenka mustn't|find out.

Great! Your dad wants|to be a criminal!

ToiIet - 1 50 marks,|pipe - thirty marks.

Pension - 35 marks.|If I save up,

in 8 months I'II be shitting|Iike a gentIeman again.

That's not bad,|not bad at aII...

Get a hoId of yourseIf,|Pinki.

l felt like crying.|And l did cry, mates,

but you want see that.|Pinki's not whimp.

PINKI CRIES:

Moneeeeey!

D'you know me? -I do!|-I don't know you!

What're you on?

See, mate, he knows me,|but I don't know him!

Hey, you reaIIy did the biz.|-Who's this f*ggot?

Hey, geezer.|You're the best, go for it!

And he knows me,|but I don't know him.

Who's that?

Even he knows me and I don't|know him! -F*** off!

What do you mean, f*** off!|I know you, you know me!

And they aII know you.|D'you know them!?

I don't know you!

Good evening! -Is there|a probIem with this invaIid?

Which invaIid?|-ReIax.

Let's pIay red gIoves!

You sing Iike|MichaeI Jackson.

I'II pay up. The money's|under the veaI!

Mistreating people helped|me not to think about

my stupid dead father or my|mother. lt's better to treat

other people badly rather|than yourself, isn't it?

I hope I wasn't in the way.

I've been doing a programme|about this for three years

and I've never seen this Iive!|-It's the best when it's Iive.

Money? Is this about money?|I have money.

WouId you Iike this RoIex...|Merc... What?

No, what is then?|You want a gIory, eh?

This isn't a quiz show,|you f*ggot!

You've seen a murder. What|eIse are you interested in?

Lots of things. Thanks for|the entertainment. Bye, kids.

Thanks for the information,|mate!

Bosnian send his regards,|that's a bad sigh!

And the cops are asking about|us. I've ordered passports.

We couId go away for a bit,|Germany.

Shag a few bIack girIs, eh?

What the f*** are you on?

Get on with your drawing,|you moron!

I'm not running away|Iike a f***ing whimp!

And I don't Iike|bIack girIs, get it?

Get it?|-I get it.

Am I interrupting?|-Come in.

Why're you so untidy?

I hear you're skipping|the country. Wise move.

Whoever said that can|suck my dick! -I sad it.

I know!

Come on kids,|why are you arguing?

How's the wound? Let me|have a Iook at it.

I'm off. I've got|something to do. -Bye, Pinki.

Here you are, sir. -Why're|you shitting yourseIf?

D'you know what I'm|gonna do to you?

You've got no idea|what I'm gonna do to you.

Don't you know what you are?|A whore, that's what!

That's right, I'm a whore.|And what now?

What are we gonna do now,|me and you?

Why don't you answer?

Your friend might be caIIing.

Answer the phone.|-I wiII.

They're fitting our car up!|D'you know how cIose I was?

We've gotta get out of here!

Put it down, further down...

Set it off, Pinki.

Kids are turning really|nasty these days,

especially those two puffs|from those breeze blocks.

l've got a song for them.|''Give her my regards!''

But it isn't a love song.|Think about it, kids!

A bullet in the arse is the|movie. We're more creative!

We've got a guest, Granny.

You're dead.

The sponsors of the murder|which was just announced

is democracy Lights.|-What do I owe you?

Another appearance on|the show in '97.

'97 is a long way off.|-Don't taIk boIIocks.

What're you doing here?

Pinki caIIed me.|He's got a surprise for you.

Pinki, you c*nt!

That's not fair!

She's mine!

What's the matter with|you?! F*** it!

F*** it...

Sonny! It's just been|on the teIIy!

The sanctions have been|Iifted! Thanks God!

l managed to smile, folks.

l guess that's a sure sign|that you're gonna croak.

Four strait through and|one near the heart.

What's your name, kid?

My name is Bond.|James Bond.

Suck my dick, you oId git!

You might have noticed that|l lied. My name is Pinki.

But it's nice to die like|James Bond, isn't it?

ln every American movie|there's that really

sickly bit. When the hero has|just narrowly escaped death

and outside it's apparently|a beautiful day.

l suppose they want to say|that life's a wonderful thing.

lt was a shitty day outside,

but at least there's|a couple of doves.

And the same dream|every night, folks.

We'll meet in the better|world, pal.

Get a move on, c*nts!

CarefuI, you bastards! If he|dies, you're dead, get it!?

Let's start from|the beginning.

Just whisper the name|of whoever shot you!

I've aIready toId you.|I was cIeaning Dad's gun

and it went off. -So how|come you've got five wounds?

I don't give up easiIy.

Leave the sun of the God|in peace. Can't you see,

they're God's wounds.|The wounds of our Lord

Jesus Christ! Look!|They're sacred wounds!

We'II taIk again. -Look, he|can't do anything to you!

Thanks, Granddad.|-Those wounds...

are the sign from God.|You've been chosen.

Touch me, HoIIy Man, heaI me.|You can see I'm dying!

The streets of Belgrade are|today flushing with shame.

The citizens of our capital|city, are victim of terror,

due to a handful of fascist|hooligans who for the last

few days have been throwing|thousands of eggs

at the facades of our|city's buildings.

Are you going to start|throwing bread tomorrow?

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