St. George Shoots the Dragon Page #3

American-style!

Vane!

Orphan!

Don't let our lunch get away!

Look at that ungrateful little prick!

If you don't like this work, we can

send you back where we found you!

Begging in the street!

What's wrong with you?

Doesrt warm your heart

to see the boy play?

No.

- Another trairs overturned.

- It's upside down, drunkard!

Pass it oVer. Zoja!

If you grow into a dragon,

I'll have to kill you.

But if you stay a frog,

we'll be friends.

Orphan! Vane!

The whole village is weeping

Only my Smilja's sleeping

Let her sleep

Let her sleep

I'll show you,

you crippled f***er!

Of all the houses, you want to fiddle

in front of mine?

Let the cripple sing

if he can't play.

- Come to the Normal Tavern.

- Thanks, I'm in a hurry...

- Got some business.

- I won't beat you, like the others.

I'll scorch you like a pig!

Crippled punk!

Come in here,

to the Normal Tavern!

You sang in front of his house.

No! Maybe I was humming...

to myself.

- I sing all day long...

- Don't you sober me up!

I can walk by any house,

singing, humming...

If I ever catch you singing

around my house...

the next song will be

at your funeral, you reject f***!

Good morning, madam.

Two of you

against a man on crutches?

- Are you all right?

- Madam...

I saw you, and it was like

an angel looked at me.

He was... singing

outside my house, to my wife.

Such faith in the power of music.

How touching!

If a cow dies, they say I stole it

and put it in a painting.

They think I've cursed the village.

Do you think so too?

Before I met you...

I had both arms.

A boy who didn't know what to do

with them in my company...

If there was a medal for smuggling,

each of your peasants

would've got one!

Invalids, sir. Some have medals

from the war. Real ones.

Nice for people

who like to parade their ornaments.

This time we'll melt everything

into bombshells.

There'll be no iron left

for such trifles.

Glory awaits us, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

That fine lady will be the death of him.

Mark my words.

Spit in my mouth

when you're the sickest.

Gavrilo... happy!

- Zoja-man happy too.

- Get out of here!

I can't work with this sh*t.

So?

When is your wife's baby due?

In a month, God willing.

Nice.

So you'll have two babies this year.

Let's drink to that.

Let's drink to that.

You're too late, gendarme!

You're too late, gendarme!

Now what?

Nothing.

We've done all we can.

- Does the gendarme know?

- My husband's my business.

- Does the gendarme know?

- My husband's my business.

Leave my business to me,

like you always did.

I'm going back to Belgrade next week.

To my family.

You'd leave your husband and home?

What husband? What home?

What husband? What home?

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