Skinning Page #2

You'll see our crew.

True Serbs, good kids.

Never would hit somebody weaker.

Unless he's a queer. Or a Jew.

Or Albanian?

Yes, well. Or a Croat.

Or Muslim?

Oh, not that, never...

We really love Muslims...

F*** you,

Turkish Muslim sons of b*tches!

Boo, you p*ssy, I'll f*** you hard,

you Muslim motherf***er!

Go back to where you came from,

you cocksucking bastard...

"KNIFE, WIRE, SREBRENICA!

KNIFE, WIRE, SREBRENICA!"

"BALD PUSSIES,

BALD PUSSIES!"

D'ya see the freak over there?

Those are Pufta's hillbillies,

he brought them to the stand

as his own private army,

as if he's got supporters

behind his back so he can f***

the club form the inside.

"YOUR DAD'S FROM A DUMPSTER!"

Is that Jomla from school!?

Fat c*nt!

For f***'s sake I've got no idea what

to do anymore to make them scared.

Did you see that idiot?

Won't play in Chechenya.

Yes, boss, the Russian League

is strong, but...

I really don't like the city.

Bring that over here.

Put it here.

You see this instrument?

It's your pal Nyegomir's

working instrument.

The c*nt wanted to transfer to

FC "Kosancic".

That wasn't so nice now, was it?

Listen,

the Skinheads are causing trouble,

making a mess at the stadium,

chasing people away. It's bad for

the business. We'll deal with it.

Oh, good morning superstar!

Serbian Mother Theresa!

Got hurt watching your Mistress's

latest leaked video, huh?

Listen, sweetheart.

In the end I decided to sell

you that player, Nyegomir.

But in increments. Bye, sweetheart.

"PUFTA'S A THIEF,

PUFTA'S A FAG!"

"WE'LL F*** YOUR FAT SON,

AND YOUR SLUT MOM..."

Come here you p*ssy!

"GO WASH YOURSELVES!"

Those are my first hooligans,

you know! It's easy with hooligans.

Just beat them up! Yeah, right.

Just, please, tell me what we need

from them, a confession, what?

Cooperation. They're more useful

out there on the streets.

Hey, Elvira, what's up?

Hey inspector! You're down again?

I've told you so many times...

...shave yourself right,

and no one will catch you.

Oh, good day, my dear

juvenile delinquents!

How are you, my dear

juvenile delinquents?

Wow, Mile, I haven't seen you

in ages, you punk. Here I am.

Ok, then, who do I f*** first?

You or your colleague?

Lidija.

Lidija, please.

You can't do that,

molest the detained.

Go on, take the kid out.

Ever detained before?

No, it's my first time.

I know you.

Do you, now?

Well, yes, it was you the other day

who did the investigation,

when Radnik player's leg

was cut off.

What the hell are you doing here,

Marjanovic Novica?

You're a nice boy.

I was defending a friend.

Which friend?

The one who just insulted you,

two guys were beating him up, so...

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