"FUCK IT" "Hey, that tickles." "I'm doing it on purpose." "I want to see if it makes you horny." "There's a big difference between horny and tickling." "Quite often guys get really excited." "Last time some guy really went for it." "But he got scared when I grabbed him by his dick." "Not surprising." "I was disappointed." "My gran used to say - a lost dick never comes back." "And neither do the blokes." "That's right." "Eh, don't you ever think about anything else?" "Rarely." "Sometimes, during sex, I try to think of football, so I don't come too quick." "But it doesn't really help, because footballers turn me on, too." "Hey, what about you?" "I already told you, You're too cheeky for me." "I could only spank you." "Oh yeah, you naughty boy." "Think about something else." "Or I'll have to go to your competition." "Oh, yeah, so some queer gets you with his razor." "Sorry." "That's OK." "Oh, my little, tongue." "Always going up and down." "You should cut it off, but then how would I ..." "Sorry, I must think about something else or I'll lose a regular customer." "Ah, you know what I always forget to ask you?" "Where did you get all these sexy scars?" "I mean, these cute scars?" "Which one are you most interested in?" "This one." "Oh, a boat fell on my head." "How?" "Did it turn around or?" "It was hanging up and then a little girl came along, she pressed a lever and ..." "Hang on, I don't follow." "The boat was hanging up, and, I'm not that smart really." "I know." "Give me some paper and I'll draw it for you." "Yeah, great." "I dig pictures." "This is the sea, this is me, this is the house and this is the boat, which is hanging up." "This is the girl who's interested in this handle thing here, she touches it, the boat falls, the boy falls, his head cracks." "Draw your face, the way you looked afterwards." "Baza, babe, how was it?" "Oh well..." "Where were you?" "Portoroz." "Still better than the Canaries." "At least you can walk back home, if you've had enough." "Where's Dejan?" "Working." "Oh yeah, this is my friend Baza." "This is Misko." "Hi." "Isn't he cute?" "Did he bring the picture to show what style he wants?" "Frida." "When can you start?" "Now, right away." "What are you looking at?" "As though a boat just fell on your head." "Fancy Baza?" "Look at her tits, mine are so tiny, it's not fair." "But they can still make you horny." "D'you think this mirror deforms me?" "You always look gross when you've got a hangover." "Watch out for the girl, or you'll get another scar." "Look, again." "Hey, mate, got any dosh?" "Hey, mate, got any dosh?" "One more time: hey, mate, got any dope?" "No, we haven't." "We lead a healthy lifestyle." "Hi, Doza." "Hi, Quiet." "Are we in good health?" "Oh, Luka you had to piss again." "He who drinks, pisses." "Gimme a can of Union." "Got any money?" "Put on my tab:" "money is on the way." "Oh, fresh shave, summer style." "So, who cut it?" "Frida." "Last time I went there and I had a constant hard-on." "Yeah, and then she grabbed you by..." "Let's not say what and you got scared." "Hey listen, I wasn't scared." "You were scared." "I wasn't scared." "'Course you were scared." "I wasn't." "It's gonna be her turn next time, yeah, no worries there." "We know guys like that." "Gimme that beer." "Work calls, I'll have to work." "Yeah." "I need you to do me a favour." "Another one?" "You owe me tons of favours, not to mentioned unpaid jobs." "OK, OK." "Look, I've got a friend who's got a son." "The kid wants to write for my paper." "I think he's talented." "Only now in summer there's not enough work for him." "So take him round a little, show him some stuff." "Do you have a fridge here?" "This beer is warm." "That's not good service, my friend." "Show him the business, help him out, take a photo for him." "Hello?" "You mad, or what?" "That lot are the worst." "There's no way I'm taking care of some kid." "Who wants to get on the front page with his first story." "Do you want nobody to commission pictures from you?" "Don't blackmail me." "Do you want me to pay you what I owe you?" "Go and fuck yourself." "Hi, I'm the one." "The one who?" "That journalist on the phone." "When can we start?" "I've got lots of ideas, good ones." "Journalist, were you waiting in ambush?" "I haven't agreed anything with your boss so you're on your own." "Hey, Misko, would you say this is a cold beer?" "It's OK." "Leave it." "He said that in the end I have to mention your cash." "It may come soon, or it may not." "You've said that nicely, mister." "What do you want from me?" "When are you going on holiday?" "First of September, as usual." "Great, we've got enough time." "Well, I want a killer headline, something juicy." "We need some politician to get caught with some slag, or an interview with a Montenegrin gangster." "How about starting off by interviewing a popular accordion player, Miss Slovenia." "Hey, do an interview with me." "I'm a hard case." "What are you doing?" "All kinds of stuff." "Business." "I start projects." "Big ones." "You will all have your turn." "Don't you ever mention me." "Look, a series of articles - politicians on vacation, where they are and stuff." "We'll find someone, on the beach those sunbathing pics, bare arses and all that." "Sunburnt." "You got a car?" "No." "You got money for travel expenses?" "The boss never mentioned any money, except your fees." "You got at least a pencil and some paper?" "I never write much in the field." "Got an amazing memory, see?" "Buy a dictaphone, grow a bit of beard, I'm not gonna take around some kid." "You look like a scouts' journalist." "Bye, see you tomorrow." "OK." "Hey, Frida's got an incredibly cute new hairdresser." "I know, small, big tits, Dejan's girlfriend." "Who's Dejan?" "A bloke." "Loads of money." "His dad handles his business." "Tightwad." "Will you show him to me?" "Mhm, as soon as he's here." "He comes round sometimes." "We really got wasted last night." "And we'll do it again." "What d'you want?" "Cold beer." "What's up?" "The boss went on holiday and said no credit." "Eveybody's giving me a hard time." "What eveybody?" "I can't see no one." "We had a fight out the back." "Nobody gets nothing, no credit, and that's final no exceptions, the boss said." "Oh yeah, this guy's been looking for you all day." "Look, dicky, dicky, dictaphone." "We can start." "You know how much it costs?" "Good thing I've got a dad." "Put it on credit." "I'm telling you, no more credit." "You told me too late." "Alas, I'm broke." "Yeah." "Hi." "Did you arrange it with the kid?" "First have a word with the waiter about the money." "He just cut off my credit." "Why don't you pay him, man, if he did what he had to do?" "Fucking boss arseholes." "Thanks." "Don't mention it." "Did you hear that?" "You have to pay." "What is it?" "Go and take a photo of a kids' playground." "Motherhood, dog shit or needles in a sandpit?" "No." "Kids playing, the usual, kitsch." "When do you want them?" "It's urgent." "Yeah, when isn't it?" "What is it?" "You don't look too happy." "We're boycotting." "They introduced fascism." "The boss said no credit." "The boss said no credit, the boss said no credit." "Fuck you." "Hey, you got anything?" "No, otherwise I'd give you some." "I've just started working, right?" "So, do you think after you've been working for a while, you'll have some, or what?" "I'm gonna change the world." "Or I'll be a star." "We'd better go." "That's the last beer I'll get on credit." "So can I drink it in peace?" "Please?" "Hey, give us a swig;" "it's so hot." "It's boring; if there was some paedophile jerking off, we could at least take a picture." "Can you imagine the headline:" "Dick Watches Children." "Would that be over the top?" "Do you want to go home?" "But you could censor it, so it wouldn't be too outrageous." "Those black strips, you know." "It's so hot." "It's not that bad." "When I get a car I'll have air-conditioning." "Why don't you have air-conditioning?" "Why don't you have a car?" "Slow down, will you?" "I can't; they're following us." "What, who?" "I don't know." "Montenegrin mafia." "They heard you're looking for an interview." "Are you pulling my plonker?" "I see, that's your style." "Every photographer's got his style." "Right." "I'll remember." "Good morning; papers." "Don't do that." "I could get a heart attack." "Representatives of the press, have we earned anything?" "Nothing." "But we discovered a primary drug." "It's for free and it totally works." "Oh, come on." "Take care of the bag." "The bag, the bag." "You thieving prick." "OK, we all steal a bit, if we are in need." "But you aren't in need:" "2000, 2700 tolars." "What's this?" "You ain't in need at all." "Don't take the smack." "Please." "You're really not in need and you steal." "Please, don't take the smack." "Come on dickhead you didn't have to start this, but a guy makes his living out of that bag." "Come on leave him the smack, so he doesn't start killing grandmas." "Forget it, we've got every moral right to take eveything." "OK, I'll leave the needles." "He's got everything and he steals." "We've won." "So, confiscation." "Did you get a picture?" "I could do a great article:" ""What are the police doing?"" "He didn't seem very photogenic." "Anyway, I told you to take care of my bag." "Yeah, well, I just wanted to turn around a bit, too." "Don't you get used to it." "This is dangerous." "Yeah, well, you could've taken a picture of how I.. ." "Great action." "Bastards!" "It's a pity there's no duck, I would've given it some bread." "Right, it's so boring." "This is supposed to be a river that runs through the capital." "Crap." "Where are the boats, where are the ships?" "Everywhere they have boats and ships, tourism, the sights," "London, Paris, Amsterdam, Belgrade, swimming, hotels, restaurants, mixed grill, striptease." "We cretins have only got a bit of crap here and there." "Floating." "Yeah, there aren't even any ducks." "There could be a bit more life here." "That would be real crap." "Well, right away you'd find some dickhead on a scooter and that would be a be real party, right?" "Oh, you'd better imitate those cicadas or whatever." "Crickets." "OK, seaside snapshot." "Potatoes, mulled wine with basil, and next to it, a nice little trout." "Sorry to be annoying, but the trout is a freshwater fish." "A sea fish would be like, like the sardine." "You must've seen that On a can." "So how do you know so much about animals?" "You got a book or what?" "Nature's OK." "Except some beetles." "Now everything's itchy already." "There must be mosquitoes here." "Imitate a cicada: maybe mosquitoes are afraid of them." "Crickets." "OK, crickets." "Maybe mosquitoes are afraid of them." "What do you think, Mr Expert?" "Are they or are they not afraid of crickets?" "I wouldn't know." "Yeah, right." "Nature." "You never know." "Would it be great to rev up a scooter here, or what?" "OK, or with a motorboat, you wouldn't row in this heat, right?" "A motorboat, and you can go slow, look at all the chicks sunbathing, and jerk off." "Where the fuck do you see any chicks?" "Hey, look at him." "Wake up, speak." "What's up, man?" "Why are you shaking?" "My head's jumping." "Hey, have we got anymore of that stuff we confiscated from that jerk?" "Here it is, I don't want any." "We could sell it to some kid but my heart won't let me." "I'm too soft, for fuck's sake." "What do you mean, your head is jumping?" "That's complicated, my friend." "I see everything from every angle." "I don't get it, I have to admit, but it sounds interesting." "But don't say then that I'm all fucked up." "Look, it's really like this:" "the moment he says, let's say, a boat, I see the boat, you see?" "But the moment I look there, I see us sitting here, or if I look there, the same happens." "I really do see everything from the back." "That's fucking crazy, because my head's already on fire." "But I hear everything, too, you see, everything, totally mixed up, mess." "It's getting harder and harder, man." "But only if I'm straight." "If I get really drunk, I mean, really, then it's fine." "Really." "Then I don't see anything." "I see nothing from the left, from the right, nothing, fog." "Can you see into the future, too?" "No, now." "Today and all." "I'm interested in the future." "Hey, what about if I say tits, what do you see then?" "Well, tits." "I'm not sure if I quite get this, but it sounds fucked up." "I mean, I don't see anything, even if I'm straight." "Not left, not right, not diagonally, not..." "Don't worry, man." "Hey, does anybody know how to do this?" "Yeah." "Roll up a banknote and sniff it up your nose." "Let me try again." "Hey, hey, don't you even dare." "Hey, can anyone lend me a banknote?" "We already split them all." "I've got two coins." "Well, it could be worse." "What I could see from each side, that was all right." "The worst is when you start to think from every angle, from each side and that." "Then it starts." "Every single simple thing gets complicated." "Like?" "Like, wait, I have to remember," "Like..." "like..." "Like..." "Forget it." "So what's the plan today?" "Convalescence, health recovery, a break, etc." "I was thinking of work." "We could go and find a prostitute." "'"Prostitution..."'" "We have a day off." "You're not serious." "Could you bring me a..." "Nothing." "Hiya." "Hiya." "Hey, mate, can you take us to the car?" "What car?" "My car." "Why would I take all of you to your car?" "Why wouldn't I just take you, since it's your car?" "Because it will be easier to find it." "We sort of lost it." "More heads see more, you know." "So you lost your car;" "that's interesting." "Just outside town." "Close?" "Really close, pretty close." "What were you doing just outside town?" "Don't complicate; we were walking for three hours;" "well, two; you know walking's such a drag." "We were looking for a pub that was still open." "Did you find one?" "Of course, we're not idiots." "Did they give you anything?" "Thank God they didn't." "Even without it we skidded off the road." "Who was driving?" "And then you skidded into a ditch." "It was so dark, man you know." "In that situation you switch the lights on." "Even a car like yours probably has some." "My dear quiet friends, you stay here, you won't be any help, while we go after the missing car." "Staying with you is a young journalist, who would just be in the way with his advice." "He'll watch over you." "Better than my bag last night." "If you're bored, you can talk." "We are going for a drive in the sun, because we're cold." "Left or right?" "I wouldn't know." "Left, left, we went left;" "go left, definitely, go left." "Hey, what if you told me your life stoy." "It's boring, so let's do an interview." "Hey, now you've got a chance to tell the whole world what bothers you." "Do you know who you remind me of?" "Of those guys in the movies who are not happy and keep staring in front of themselves." "Fuck it." "Ha, gotchya." "Congratulations, you stalled it." "That cow won't be suckling any more calves." "You sure it won't get up and chase us around?" "Wait, till I buy myself a tractor, neighbour, then I'll catch you." "Oh you juicy, juicy, slimy cunt." "Let's go home." "This is not good." "Look, man, how those udders hang down, and we drink that." "It's so huge." "Do you know how much meat that is?" "How much is a kilo of beef?" "I reckon that's at least three hundred kilos." "What do you think, Jaka?" "Three hundred, four?" "I wouldn't know." "You could make it into one big hamburger, make tons of cash." "Let's put it on the top of the car, take it to some bent butcher, loads of money, total business." "Go on, you lift it." "You are the strong one." "Fuck, that's gonna be hard;" "maybe we should cut it up first." "But that would be a fuck-up;" "blood and everything." "You'd get in a real mess." "Fuck." "We forgot about you." "Where did we pick you up?" "Hey lads, where are we, what's going on?" "Look at that cow;" "is it asleep or what?" "Actually, no." "Hey, guys, have you heard this one?" "What's the difference between a normal cow and a mad cow?" "A normal cow goes:" "MOO MOO MOO." "A mad cow goes:" "moomoo haha moomoo haha." "So now you're going to laugh?" "Now you're going to laugh, you're going to make fun?" "I think the beef business fell through." "Let's get out of here." "Yeah, it doesn't look too good." "He could be quite dangerous with that rake." "It's a fork." "That's even worse." "Let's go." "Does it still look funny now?" "Shitty slickers, hippy fucks." "I'll get you." "I swear on this necklace, on this cross." "I lost my chain." "My christening chain." "Fucking junky parasites." "I'll get you, I'll get you." "Now what?" "We're picking some maize to eat, as there's no meat." "I just don't know how we'll get over that ditch." "Some guy comes along that you don't like at all, and it turns out he's the boyfriend of a girl that you really like." "That's a tragedy." "Do you feel as though you were paralysed?" "I am, completely paralysed." "You hold it too close to the fire." "Oh yeah..." "Before you stands an expert with years of practise." "Sure; men are always experts." "I really don't know why we say men and women." "It would be better to say experts and women." "Is this all right?" "Perfect, now you just turn it slowly." "No panic, though." "Cow murderers, that's not nice, a great sin." "I think we should atone and repent, right the wrong somehow." "The main thing is you should do something worthy, good." "Don't start." "What do you want us to do, buy another cow, or what?" "Do you know how much that is?" "That's five or six hundred kilos of meat." "Anyway, what's a cow doing walking all over the road?" "By the road." "That's different." "I wasn't thinking of anything like that." "Some small good deed." "Buy a round, help some poor folk across the road." "The gesture is what counts, the good intention." "Or you'll feel bad for the rest of your lives; that's what I'm trying to tell you." "The round idea's all right." "But you don't have any money." "Money isn't everything." "I don't have any bad feelings;" "I'm going home to fuck Baza." "Hello, good afternoon." "I need the number of Zdenka shop at the end of Rome Street." "Thank you." "Five minutes." "Hello." "Good afternoon." "I'm calling from the Patos company." "We have a great prize for shop assistants." "Are you alone in the shop?" "No, there are two of us." "Why don't you call your colleague?" "Mojca, it's a game." "So listen, don't be nervous, for just a few more moments." "The questions are easy, the prizes really great." "Two weekend packages for two in the Hotel Solarium." "Children free if you have any." "The hotel is air-conditioned and right on the beach." "Well, as I mentioned the beach, part of the prize is a beach towel, a nice packet of sun creams SPF 12, and an inflatable pillow in this season's trendy colours." "And that's not all." "You also get two free tickets to the casino where you're sure to have a lovely time." "And what is the prize question?" "We'll be coming to the prize question any moment now." "In Zmavc pub we changed it for cold one." "You know what commission I had to give to that pig waiter?" "Three cans, three cans of beer for doing nothing." "Hiya, mate." "Can you do me a favour?" "Baza's coming." "We agreed to meet, only I have something urgent to do." "Tell her I'll be back in ten minutes, OK?" "OK." "Hi." "Hi." "Your bloke was here." "He said he had some serious business to do; he'll be back in two or three hours, and you should wait." "I have to wait three hours." "Typical." "He said he'd take me home." "Oh well, I'll walk." "Shall I take you?" "No, I don't mind walking a bit." "So I'll walk you." "Yeah, but it's a long way." "Then we'd better go right away." "Who can stand your noise, who can stand your noise?" "Every day." "Who can put up with your shouting all day?" "Who can stand listening to you all day long?" "Could I have five minutes of peace?" "Some people are working, if you didn't know." "What are you looking at me for?" "What are you looking at me for like a creampuff?" "Come here, you bloody dwarf, and you'll play the ball while I box your ears." "Yeah, yeah." "Who's the man now, who's the man, I ask?" "Whose ball is it, whose ball is it?" "Go and get your father, send him upstairs to me and we can have a little talk about raising kids and football." "Fekonja, seventh floor, that block." "When I was a kid we played football in the woods, not here." "Yeah, you little brats." "Bloody hell, can I sleep for half an hour or not?" "Go and fetch your father, I told you." "Don't you get it:" "I work from six till two, and so I want a bit of peace and quiet when I get home." "Can I have it?" "Yes, thank you." "What are you grinning at now?" "What are you grinning at?" "You think I'm funny;" "I didn't know." "Can I ask you something?" "Where did you find that idiot?" "At high school." "I was a real difficult kid then." "I fucked anyone I fancied." "Was sixteen and all that." "My parents went mad." "Once Dejan was at my place and my dad grabbed him." "Dejan stood up, like that, and pouf, down went my dad." "Is it forever?" "For the time being." "Then he just took me away." "Got a flat." "And you get used to it." "Has he ever hit you?" "No." "I wanted to a few times, but he's too fast." "Fast as a mongoose, he is." "You're not meant to be together." "This will have to change." "It's no good like that." "Yes?" "Where've you been?" "We agreed to do some work." "The gay scene in Ljubljana and stuff." "I've been walking with a girl, and I couldn't care less about the gay scene, let them do whatever they want." "You are with Baza." "Bastard." "You know, destiny and such." "Where are you?" "In bed?" "Not yet." "We were just smoking drugs on some, on some bridge." "Nice, romantic and everything." "I think I'm a little...with her." "How much have you smoked, you wasted?" "I haven't been counting." "She rolls them like mad." "But she's got this great thing." "We went through half the town and not once did she look in any of the window shops." "Sure, she's stoned." "See you tomorrow." "Bye." "Tomorrow." "I lied a little." "He didn't say in two or three hours, but in ten minutes, your bloke." "So that's what you're like." "OK." "Hey, what kind of name is Baza?" "It's an abbreviation;" "actually I'm Bazilika." "My mother's mad about herbs." "Bazilika is a herb." "I know." "The best." "Let's go..." "Get off..." "So what did I tell you, did I tell you or didn't I?" "The best terrace in Ljubljana." "The best, the view, the air, the light." "There's only one problem." "It's not mine." "Father gives me the keys, if I beg on my knees for two days." "That's no wonder, 'cause you lose them immediately." "Just what I was going to say." "What, I only lost the one to the entrance." "Don't pick the grass." "Dad would kill me." "It's not ready yet, anyway." "All right for now." "Put it in the oven for half an hour at seventy degrees." "That's why dad will give us a bottle, he said it was fine." "Miser, just one, like I was a twelve year old." "Don't you dare go downstairs." "I won't clean after you, pigs." "There's a bucket to piss in." "What if I have to go?" "Will you look away or what?" "You can go down, but don't piss on the toilet seat." "Look, I had a fantastic plan, fantastic, simple." "Dad's got these totally frozen mushrooms." "Just switch them for a bag of panther caps or something nasty like that, stick on the right label, and it would be my terrace." "But I'm too sentimental." "That fucks me every time." "May I say something?" "Please." "Son gives his father lethal mushrooms." "That's too much, that's too much." "I wanted to kill my father, too." "He kept bugging my mother, then he just dropped dead, thank God." "We're quite similar." "Your dad raised this quite well." "Better than you." "Don't kill him." "When I am old, I will get into botany, balcony botany." "Fuck it, fuck it." "You've got quite a good voice." "You can easily say something from time to time." "Last night we went out for a walk, I hear." "Did you do it?" "She said you didn't." "But Baza fancies blokes with big lips, you know." "You have to do exercises." "Look..." "For the upper lip, and ..." "For the lower lip." "It helps." "Go on, try it." "Again, and again..." "Evey bloody day..." "Quiet, we're resting." "What is it, guys, it's murmuring, ha?" "Hey, let me go." "I don't think so." "Will you be quick?" "I wouldn't know." "Maybe yes, maybe no." "Come on, hurry up." "Come on, hurry up, man." "Come on, at least make some coffee." "We're going to Zmavc for a coffee." "Ha." "Got any money?" "I'll kill him, if he doesn't give me a coffee." "Hey, where's Frida?" "You really bugged her, so she went home." "What do you mean?" "She was getting all hot for me, explicitly." "Could be, only she wanted something hard, not puked." "Her turn will come." "We know types like that." "You know what I wanna know, my friend?" "What are you going to do with this bucket?" "Virtually dead man." "Exceptionally stoned." "Should we call a doctor?" "Are you crazy, or what, now we're gonna cure him or what?" "You would fuck up such a great opportunity." "I know." "We help him, he'll show his gratitude and then give us drinks on credit." "He'll come round." "In the meantime let's have a drink." "Who's got a belt?" "In case he goes crazy when he wakes up." "I got it." "Go on." "Take a photo." "Drugs under the bar, can you imagine?" "We're no working." "It's Sunday." "Give me a, give me a coffee, small one, no, a double." "Hell no, give me a spritzer." "Good evening." "I'd like to talk to my future girlfriend." "Right now." "Misko, is that you?" "I want to talk to Bazilika Baza as you call her, which I find disgusting." "It's no wonder, mister beef Dejan, since you're the biggest jerk I have ever met." "So you have until tomorrow to get out of her life and don't you touch her again." "He put the phone down." "Why did you hang up last night?" "That's not nice." "Someone tells you a few things and you go berserk." "Fuck you, man." "Listen...." "This is what I suggest." "Come over for a bit of fun, to relax, and I'll go to Bazilika for a bit of a rest, I'm tired." "Fucking hell..." "Put her on the phone so I can send her a kiss." "Towel." "You'll never believe, but I need another piss." "Where's that prick, so I can kill him." "I wouldn't know." "Mr beef Dejan, now I will have to fight or what?" "You will go moo moo haha to me." "Look out." "This is too much, this is too much." "I got him." "I got him." "Yeah, I can see that." "Didn't I say so, I got him, I got him." "I'm calling the police." "I got him, I got him, I said that I would and I got him." "Leave me, leave me, leave me, I give up." "I don't like people touching me, is that clear?" "I know that I have fallen into the categoy of criminal, but I am still a person." "Shut up, peasant." "Quiet." "One thing after another." "A statement." "What can I say?" "I said I'd get him, and I did." "Now I surrender, no problem, the law is the law." "I'm waiting for official people, for the police." "I'm for the official procedure, and then for God's judgement." "Was that OK?" "It's OK." "Stand here for a photo, and it will be just fine." "Where shall I stand?" "Hey, I'm having really bad hallucinations." "Please take me to the doctor, this is not a joke any more." "All we needed now were these jerks." "And then the guy looks for them in town and in the end stabs one with a fork." "Where?" "In the middle of town." "Well, it's disgusting, really." "He just stabbed him?" "Yeah, the one who was in the boot all that time." "How?" "In the back." "Sounds good." "I got amazing pictures, blood and all that." "Great." "That's fine; all we need now is a headline, a subtitle." "How about this:" "Peasants One, Townies Nil, or I Got Him!" "Would that be too nasty?" "Don't be ridiculous." "I got a statement from the peasant." "Bring it so we can look at it." "But hurry up; the deadline." "OK; see you." "You might say that this grey day means the end of summer." "But it's only beginning for us." "I'm going to the seaside tomorrow with you, and you can do what you want." "You seem a bit ugly to me." "Ugly." "What'cha mean, ugly?" "Small mouth, ugly teeth, scars all over your head." "When I was younger, I was a little wild, I admit." "Now I'm a nice, mature guy." "Mature?" "You keep making faces." "But I've got beautiful eyes." "I think I'm actually one of the best-looking people in the world." "And you're fat." "Do want another scar on your face?" "No, I don't." "Give me a little heart on my shaven head, because I am in love." "As soon as we get there I'll cook you some fish." "Yeah, sure." "As soon as a bloke gets to the seaside, he opens a beer." "When Misko gets to the sea, he opens a bottle of wine." "Fish and wine, it's a kind of law." "Except I can't eat much, supposedly I'm fat." "I'm dieting." "I love fatsies." "I might even make you fatter at the seaside." "And we're going to sleep in the car?" "No, in a house." "I'm not saying anything else." "Ah, we break into some weekend house." "I see, crime and all that." "And why do we have to go tomorrow, exactly?" "Because school starts." "When I was young I went to school." "You had no choice, you know, and the first of September was always bad, disgusting, screwed up, fucked up and a totally shitty day." "And I swore thus: that when I was big, and now I am," "I would, on every first of September, go to the seaside." "Full stop." "I don't have any more holiday." "Full stop." "Frida." "You can go, you can go." "Since there's no one in this fucking salon, anyway." "My bloke gets killed and after two weeks" "I go to the seaside with another one." "So I'm a whore." "No, no and again no." "You've made a slaughter-house out of my bar." "Look, there still blood on the floor." "Now tell me something." "Do you know anyone, anyone who likes coffee served next to a dried up pool of blood?" "Well?" "This is no good for business, for business, this is bad." "What shall I do now?" "What?" "Coat the floor with asphalt, or slaughter myself, maybe hara kiri, something weird, some ritual stuff." "No one comes here anymore anyway." "But how can you be so cold-hearted after two months of sailing?" "You made my workers suffer, mentally and physically." "You'll get nothing." "Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing and nothing." "Is that clear, is that clear?" "I hope that is now finally clear." "Nothing, no credit, no drinks, nothing." "Your time will come, don't worry, we know the type." "Anyway, why am I wasting my time with you?" "Frida, do you want to come up to the terrace for a while?" "Luka." "A lost cunt never comes back." "Right, guys?" "Go on, then they took a picture of you, x-ray." "Oh yeah, sure, let me finish." "Then they find that I have a small bump, a small tumour, which pushes on the centre, so I see all kinds of stuff." "Like I explained to you, right?" "Oh, yeah." "Like from left, right, up, and down?" "Yeah, right." "And now they want to give me bloody chemotherapy, fuck, and tomorrow, too." "Look, I have it already marked." "You know what that means?" "Operation." "Laser, though." "Now they can do it just with one ray." "But the worst thing is that after that I won't have any need to get drunk, wasted, stoned." "That would be a tragedy." "Yeah, you'll have to look at this from all angles." "You know how bored you will be if you're suddenly normal?" "You'll go completely mad." "Oh yeah, that's my brother." "I just came back from the seaside." "Crazy, man, crazy." "Has he got the same problem as you have?" "No, he gets drunk." "He likes it." "Where did you get this tattoo?" "This is not good." "Mom will not be happy." "From Misko and Baza." "Hm, and then they lived happily ever after." "But I always thought that she was a bit fat." "Hey, where's that guy, Quiet?" "Oh, you don't know?" "They beat him to death." "Some blokes, for nothing." "Apparently they broke five of his ribs, broken spleen, blood spilt into his brain, cracked skull, broken jaw, both eyes split out, his balls fucked up, both ear-drums torn, broken leg, God knows what else." "Just like that?" "For nothing?" "Just for the fun of it?" "Where'd you hear that?" "I heard it." "Well, wrong info, it seems." "Thank God." "We heard that they beat you almost to death." "We heard that they beat you almost to death." "Fuck it, right?" "Fuck it, eh?" "Yeah, but a beer would be quite nice now." "What beer?" "What beer, what beer?" "No beer at all." "I won't even give you a glass of water for the rest of my life." "The whole town knows this place now." "And those photos, colour, over the whole page, lovely, from all angles, professional stuff, great, great, thank you." "Do you know what they called it, my pub?" "No, you don't know." "Slaughter-house, yes." "No wonder, no wonder, since I have a dried up swamp on the asphalt in front of the pub." "Shall I call a bulldozer to clear it all up, or what shall I do?" "And then you want a beer, and a cold one, too, I s'pose." "Who asked you anything, anyway?" "We'll think of something." "Hello?" "I'm calling from the Patos company." "We have a lovely prize-winning game for shop assistants." "The prizes are really lovely..."