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are stronger. Right, Mickey?

Right, boss.

Halt!

Things on the? Oor, hands behind

your ass, and your nose to the wall!

I said on your ass, or

I'll shove this straight in!

Mile Bardo is dead!

Hey, Weasel, lick my prick!

Shut up, you dirty scum!

Pick 'em up!

Get this straight.

If I say you are a crook,

you are a crook.

I decide what you are!

Do you understand?

- No, I don't.

- You will soon.

Hey Epileptic,

what are you doing?

Studying your sh*t, I'll bet.

Come take a look at the new boys.

They are your type, I swear!

Your first time in here?

Shame on you! A first time for a

grown-up jackass like you?

Pickpocketing, right?

Still, it's better than politics.

See him over there?

They call him Doctor.

He's a big shot. Not really a doctor.

Sure he is,

for stealing government money.

I insist to be excluded

from your conversation.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

This one is a junkie.

Man, you are sick.

Who the f*** brought you

in here?

What's your name?

Jesus. That's what they call me

and how I sign my name.

Who gave you that name?

And where do you sign anyway?

The real Jesus

was not a fool to do drugs.

He drank with those tramps

of his, though.

I've seen it in needlepoint.

You're all right, Jesus.

I can see you'll bring

some fresh wind in here.

Do you see your bed anywhere?

No.

You won't see it, because it

doesn't exist. Listen, Greek,

can this nice man join you?

Sure...

Will that do?

Take this, Blow it up.

I have my own.

Not any more, you don't.

Now tell me, why did

they bust you?

What? -Why are you here?

I don't know.

Name? -Ilko, Ilija. And I don't

know why I am here.

There is always someone

who knows what you don't.

Listen to him, he's a

real philosopher.

Yes, my boy. They are always

poking through your past.

Since we all have one,

they can arrest you anytime.

What kind of bullshit philosophy is that!

Pickle, you don't understand.

Now, let the air out.

Why? It's not night yet, stupid!

Get me a lemonade!

He's going into a crisis.

Calm down!

Calm down!

Want a drag? I'll give you

a big Turk to blow!

Stop wailing, or I'll tear

your balls off.

Hands behind your back!

These are the rules.

I can't believe this is

really happening!

You are next, you know.

What's the hurry, tight ass?

I haven't finished with this one yet.

Patience. Why are you here?

I don't know, they

brought me here.

Did you think you could stroll around

on your own? Admire the pictures.

While I finish with

this animal here.

Look carefully though.

I'll question you later.

By the way, do you parents

still keep count?

Is your father's tool

still working?

My father is over sixty

and I don't think mother

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