Before the Rains Page #3

Nobody.

Come on.

You beauty!

Sh*t.

What is it going to be,

a boy or a girl?

It doesn't matter, as long as

it's a boy.

Come on, my dear.

Where did you get to

yesterday?

I got as drunk

as a skunk.

- It's good for your liver.

- What liver? Long gone.

You forgot how to drink

in England.

You've got the sexiest girls

there.

Congratulations!

Bojan, fetch brandy.

- We already have one here.

Come on, fetch the

good stuff.

He wasn't this worried

about his wife.

What a bore this cousin

of yours is.

I video-tapped a programme

about you:

Our man made it

in the big world.

Vietnam, Beirut... - Vietnam

was before my time.

Same sh*t.

- Are you tired?

- As if I'd left yesterday.

Everything is the same.

I feel good here.

Comfortable.

America, England, where

they don't shoot...

...that's where

it's comfortable.

They shoot more there.

You can't imagine

the killings I've seen.

"Will these hands

ne'er be clean?"

They won't start

shooting here.

People are peaceful.

They used to say that

about Bosnia.

Now the world's watching

a circus.

Waiting to kill each other.

- I was in Bosnia.

- And? Bad, huh?

An industrial in jury?

Are you tired?

I'm tired.

There's no reason

to fight here, Doc.

They'll find a reason;

war is a virus.

We split in two:
Our village,

their village.

People give nasty looks.

I'll go and see Hana.

- Where's Bojan?

- You've just missed him.

See her, but behave yourself.

Keep it in your pants.

Come to Auntie, my dear.

Let's go.

Hurry!

Where?

Let the damned Albanians

rot on a pitchfork.

One of theirs.

Whore with a pitchfork.

The children saw the Albanian

slut with him this morning.

- I'll strangle her myself.

- And then what?

Keep out of it,

you're not from here.

We'll be at the sheepfold.

Take it.

It's time to collect.

Five centuries of our blood.

Take it.

Poison yourself.

Did you see guns?

- Yeah.

You haven't seen anything yet.

This is only the infantry.

Politicians are all

we need now.

Where is the UN now?

Back next week,

to bury the dead.

Have a nice war.

Take pictures.

You know what?

You're crazy, too.

Correct. I'm still here

in this asylum.

Hana?

It's me.

How are you?

Bad.

Tell me.

My daughter is missing.

Your cousin.

- Zdrave?

- Yes, Zdrave.

Do you see what's happening

to our people?

I see.

You just watch.

Help me.

As if she were yours.

Cousin.

I almost killed you.

Shame on you.

- Why?

She is a child. A child.

That child killed

my brother.

How do you know? There's

the police and the law,

let them decide.

You left long ago, you don't

know how it is here now.

Live your own life.

That's why I'm here.

I couldn't live with myself

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