Zlatna pracka Page #2

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His old fame will handle this brawl too.

He has just one small flaw, that

fortunately,no one knows.

His hands are shaking so bad that he

couldn't even shot a house anymore.

Good shot.

Renown must be kept!

Good shot...

Sixfold widow Julie was getting angry.

She owns half town, she has pack of

children, but doesn't have a husband.

And it's spring time.

She had enough of people running away

from her like she's a bad luck widow,

She had enough!

She wants a husband.

It's spring time.

She wants a husband.

It's spring time.

Hey Djak!

- At your service Mr. Sibin.

Ask this guy in american, is that Happy

Town here somewhere. - I will.

He says 'yes'.

I understood. It's not a hard language.

It must be a nice town huh?

Thank you oh Lord, our father,

for bringing you orthodox people

to promised land.

Don't chant priest! When we build a church

and set up our lives, we'll all sing!

I praise you lord, our only father...

Clean up a bit that these americans don't

think that we are Turks or Barbarians.

God forbid.

- Let's do it!

What the hell is this Kreza?

- Let's get out of here Sibin. Turks.

How can it be Turks in America,

what's the matter with you?

Look at this villain! Give me a pebble.

Please be careful.

Hurry please.

- Now you'll see...

Hurry up Kreza.

God help you mister!

Don't be afraid brother, we're Serbs.

You shot him too weak Sibin.

- I shouldn't break his head, should I?

Throw that fire lock and it's ok.

- This?

Love your neighbor mister!

In the name of the Father,

and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit!

Amen.

Hey Djak, come here to translate, it seems

that we don't understand the americans.

What have they done to you Kreza...

Give me some water to wash his face.

Water in their language.

- Give me what water.

Hey, how many of you is down there?

What is he saying? - That half of the

house and the land are yours now.

Thank you for that my friend,

but no thanks!

Take it Sibin, maybe that's the custom.

He'll be insulted. -What have I got into...

Well thank you! Let's kiss. Kreza!

Give some schnapps to celebrate

in our way!

Yes, yes. Kreza will bring it!

No, it's schnapps I swear!

Take some priest. Hey father, Kreza

and I will stay here.

and you and Djak go to town to

accommodate other people.

What a sip father, well done.

Autumn goes by, I didn't get married,

mother was often saying to me

"My son Sibin

enough with the girls!"

He wants schnapps again... I don't

have the still room here man!

Wait until plums are mature.

Give him schnapps, he'll go away. He'll

drink it in more value than this land.

You Sibin, are left unmarried!

I don't understand these Americans at all.

- Take it easy, they'll learn serbian.

What is Djak saying? How are the others?

- They're good.

They all have jobs. He's working for

some widow Julie in her store.

Father Simeon works for widow Julie

in barber shop, making haircuts.

Priest in barber shop? All of his

customers will lose faith after clip.

Mia works for widow Julie in stable,

and grumpy ika works for widow

Julie in the smithy.

Why are you bothering me with that Julie?

- It's not my fault she owns half the town.

Leave that aside. You know very well

for who I'm asking!

Ah, Stanija.

Stanija works with her mother

for Fat Sam.

For What Sam?

- That one, that one...

The one that sent all the cops on Bill,

so priest hit him with the cross.

Works for him huh?

- Yes, he's a great boss.

All this land that you see,

and that you don't see, it's all his.

I don't care about the land!

But how can I get near Stanija when

we beat up those people?

That's because you're grumpy

For you, with love Stanija.

This one is unbaptized.

He'd drink whole West Morava.

Ok, Ok!

- You want it, huh?

Sibin wants it to, and Kreza!

But we don't have it!

See ya'!

God help you!

- God help you!

God help you!

- God help you!

God help you!

- God help you!

What do you want? I'm

not talking to you.

It's like they're all mute.

No one greets me back.

Where are these people running?

They recognized me.

When you beat up one of them,

others are also scared of you.

Cute kids!

Who does this women looking at?

- Me.

That goes back in my youth.

As soon a girl sees me,

she wants to die at once.

Totally.

Kreza, she's looking at me so bad.

If only she's a bit bigger,

I'd forget Stanija.

God help you!

Let's avoid misunderstanding bride,

I was going to get Stanija.

These flowers are for her.

There, she's angry because of Stanija.

If you're jealous, you don't

have to push me, you know!?

Don't worry bride, I'll come again.

Look Sibin, they are standing still.

They're afraid that they'll

beaten again.

Let me go!

You see? He's offering us fire lock

just to let him go.

Thanks, but I don't need it.

We're not poor!

We are not taking charity.

You can go, we're not angry.

Are you crazy? Why are you hitting me?

Kreza, go down.

Come on, smell it!

Sibin, look.

I'll show you how to fight.

You're aiming poorly!

You want some more?

Look, people are laughing at you!

Brother Sibin, sheriff says that...

- Who's that?

Something like their serf.

- Yes?

He's says that you're not

fighting by the rules.

How's that? Do they have fighting rules

here? - Yes, they do.

You have to take fire lock,

or as they say - revolver.

Yes, yes.

- And you have to shoot each other.

And who dies is lost.

- What do you mean dies?

That's the custom.

- Custom again!?

What kind of custom is to die!?

Tell him that if it's custom, to come

here to wrestle

or to throw rocks from shoulders,

or who can spit further.

That's the custom! I could've died

in Serbia if I wanted to!

I wouldn't go this far!

No use Sibin, he has the right

to ask for shooting.

You don't say.

- Yes.

Kreza, mate, what should we do?

- Should we run?

A?

- Let's go.

There's nowhere to run.

- No.

Look at that!

- Look at that!

My God, boss stood up, and

I though he can't walk.

No mother! He's a rich man, so

he doesn't bother with walking.

Why he shouldn't drive?

He's so angry!

Zibi! Zibi!

Zibi! Zibi!

If you say 'fine' again, I'll slap you!

Kreza, lock the door.

- Yes.

Dig a hole for us to hide.

Do something!

I wouldn't be scared if I were you.

I would break that dark man's head...

Well break it mate!

Break the other one's too!

I can't, but if I were you.

Bill, go out and surrender.

Can't you see they are calling you.

Zibin?

Zibi!

Zibi!

My name is not Zibi, it's Sibin.

Man is not calling me.

Oh, my good Turks!

Is there any country where

they don't shoot!?

If you come out, they'll stop.

- I know, after they shoot me.

Where are you my Serbian brothers!

Sibin, don't.

Kreza, you defend the post with Bill,

and I'll go and get some help.

- Alright.

I'm going.

Stop Sibin please!

Do you have a slingshot?

When Serbian brothers arrive, you'll

see who's mother will be wearing black.

Get away! Get away woman!

Leave me alone woman, who's thinking

about love now?

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