All language subtitles for Igor Voloshin - Я. Ya. I Am - Russian with German Subs (Directors Cut)

VVP Alians

presents

Script writer and
director Igor Voloshin

And when he stepped out of the boat,
immediately a man out of the tombs

with an unclean spirit met him.
Mark 5.2

That's me. I'm 18
and I'm into theatre

I'm starting a story
about my friends.

Our story is closely tied
to my friend, nicknamed Rom.

The Magadan city prosecutor
has a serious interest in him.

I've got to say that
it's not without reason.

And the guys from the prosecutor's
office are really fierce.

An eye for an eye,
you son-of-a-bitch!

A tooth for a tooth.

Stop, that's enough.
I'm tripping my ass off.

I am

This is Rom.

He's in the nuthouse for murder.

Now he's stoned so the orderlies
are turning into blond chicks.

Where is he?

He'll show up soon, the demon.

These are my older friends
and the boy is me.

Hold it, OK.

The guys are on all sorts of stuff,
some on pills, some on the needle.

- Is it tied up?
- Yeah, it's cool.

Cut the shit!

Chera and Paris smoked
themselves blind.

So from up there with his beard
he jumps through the bars to here.

And he's like, "Chill out!
I'm at the base."

They all fuckin' showed up!

Safron took my watch yesterday
for the evening and now it's gone.

It's American. A fuckin' Iron Man.

Carp, go to hell with your watch!
It's not yours. Don't piss me off!

He sold it and he's probably
already stoned, you jerk.

Kid keeps trying to
swallow the lump, see?

Look at my throat. I'm trying to swallow saliva.
But there's none.

Just a lump the size of a tractor.
Soon I'll start hallucinating.

See my dilated pupil?
It's all from the taren.

Don't sweat it, Kid.
It'll be gone by tomorrow.

So, demons already
wasted since morning!

Here are the disembodied hands.

I'll grab and hang two towers
on an island!

They'll fall down and buckle
like they're on smack!

In the year coming after two!

And one after the other
will go down into the fire!

Down, damn it, down!

Fucked up first thing
in the morning.

Rom, Heil Hitler!
How's your health?

Hare Krishna, assholes!

We're gonna lay some
good shit on you now.

Enough roaches for ten joints
and some speed.

Paris, I'll portray you kindly
when I'm in front of the Father.

And who's that dude?

He's with us. He's...

What was his name?

Well, should we do a hit or what?

One sec, Rom.

Catch!

Damn it! One sec.

Why are you being so stupid?

Are you like this with
your squeeze, too?

Let me.

Stop! Hold the bag.

Just relax. What's with you?

Let me throw it. You'll miss.

Get lost, you moron!

I'm serious.

Let the little devil toss it!

Kid...

Here, Kid.

Right in the eye!

Shit!

That's how I met Rom
for the first time.

In Rom's pockets was everything
humankind might ever need.

And he generously
dispensed and sowed.

I grew up. It was time
to dodge the draft.

So I crossed the threshold
of the Sevastopol loony bin.

I'm on a tile floor. My jeans
are flying off. And my Keds.

They rip the beads off my arms.
They break into bobbers.

They pull the leather
bracelets off my wrists.

They ripped the cross
off my chest.

I used to be stronger than them.
I would've destroyed those dorks.

I didn't expect this right away.
They broke my nose in the process.

A salty taste in my mouth. It's
blood. I was almost a pro in judo.

That's alright. I'll crush
you anyway. I'm here.

It's a prophylaxis.

The day I arrived they found
lice in the nuthouse.

Enough spraying!

This is the loony bin's
head doctor.

She decides if you go to the army
or get Article "Schizophrenic".

The toilet. I'm going in.
There are people in front of me.

Bulged deformed skulls. I'm
lighting up my filterless smokes.

Pal, save me the smoke.

Why are you here?

- Voices.
- What voices?

In my head.

What are they saying?

Sometimes they say that time
will stop at twelve...

Sometimes that there
will be a bloody wedding.

I remember that window.

I've been here, but of course it
was on the other side of the bars...

when we'd visit Rom with presents.

Where is he?

He'll show up soon, the demon.

We all wanted to be like Rom.

Well?

I'm not sure.

Did Pavlik get locked up?

Yes, tomorrow we're going
to the court.

Looks like fifteen hard labor.

The pigs pinned some
unsolved cases on him too.

God rest his soul.

Chera, tell Totzel
it's going down.

When I get to the city,
let the cops have the day off!

The third Sunday
will be rock-n roll.

I got you, Rom.
I'll Jericho it with two horns!

Cool! That's it! Dismissed!

Well, punks, "Come together!"

Rock-n-roll!

Arhip, damn it!

Let's move it you fucking
junkies. Take the beer!

Kid's tripping.

Arkhip got off on poppy
so he was zoned out a lot.

That's why they called him
thick and poppy-eater.

Dry-mouth, dammit.

I'm comin'.

Chief, give us a lift to the city.
We'll take care of you.

Where are you from?

- We were visiting a patient.
- Which one?

What, you think you know him?
Well, Rom.

Get in. I'll take you
anywhere you want. It's on me.

Great! Hey, get into the chariot!

An old lady's going with you,
but she gets off soon.

The toilet's long with partitioned
johns along the wall.

I'm walking towards the one
closest to the window.

Access to the bowls is open.
There are no doors.

I changed my mind. I haven't
gone to the toilet in a week.

I need to get accustomed here.

To know who's the boss
and who's holding.

Nobody's in a chair smashing
a punching bag with a stick.

Fuck, everything's different.

Yesterday I finished Ken Kesey's One
Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

Yesterday I thought, "Dammit,
I'll show you rock'n roll."

But I still did a little.

So you're Adolph, got it?

And you all scream "Zig Heil!"
and raise your arm like this.

Zig Heil!

Exactly. And if need be,
lift your arm and "Zig Heil!"

Zig Heil

And you're Adolph.

Forman got it all wrong too.

Nicholson would have been laid out
in a second after his first tirade.

If I find Safron I'll kill him.

Give me the beer.

Arkhip, give me the beer!

No need to scream. Here!

Damn! I need to call my mother.

You said she died.

And here come the
hallucinations from the taren.

Kid is totally trippin'.
Look what he's doing.

Kid, what is it? Sit. Chill out.

What are you doing, Kid?
Calm down, sit.

Paris, don't space out!
Keep your eyes on him.

You fed him, so now you
watch him till he comes down.

Arkhip, didn't you dodge the draft
at that same nuthouse?

- And?
- How is it in there?

I was dodging
with Tukhetz and Maket.

They drafted Maket,
but me and Tukhetz got a 7B.

Is it some schizo thing?

My Sashka's going
to dodge in there too.

If he can manage.
They're tough in there.

And I served like a moron.
Three years in a sub.

Why didn't you dodge?

I screwed up.
They called me up and I went.

But now you can't get
a driver's license.

Come on, Tukhetz drives, right?

I don't know where he got it.

If you're nuts they shouldn't give you
license. It's a fuckin' car!

What if you hit someone? You won't be charged
because you're a moron.

No, something's wrong here.

Totzel freakin' flies.
I almost pissed myself.

We drove 120 to Yalta
on a serpentine.

How can you dodge guaranteed?

You can slash you wrists on the
street and call for an ambulance.

For a suicide attempt they'll
take you to the nuthouse for sure.

They'll examine you there and...

no matter what they'll register
you at a psycho dispensary.

That's how I found out
how to dodge the army.

I slit my wrists for the
First time when I was 13.

Where are you going to?

To "The Key" on Revolution.

Then wait. We have to deliver
the first passenger to the base.

Hi, Mom, we're here.

This is Strawberry Fields,
a nurse in the visiting room.

Let me make a call.

She's got a mole on her chin
like a ripe strawberry.

The time for calls is up.

I need to tell my parents
where I am.

Move your foot and arrange
it with the head doctor.

Where is he?

It's a she! You under-aged dick!
She's Yelizaveta Ivanovna Kalitka!

Foot! I'll call the orderlies and
they'll cut you into shreds, scum!

Where's the head doctor?

Tomorrow, after 11.

It's lunch soon!
They can strip it from you!

This is George.

- Why are you in?
- Huh?

- Why are you in?
- They overfed me salt.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Who?
- First at home.

- Your wife?
- Yes.

Bitch.

She's a skanky whore.
She locked me up here.

Quiet. What happened?

She instigated them
at the plant canteen.

I'd turn away and they'd pour salt
on my plate. At work and at home.

Once I saw her pour half a bag
on my plate and not even stir it.

It was when I was making
a quadraphonic system.

What's that?

It's when sound comes from the
floor, walls and a speaker above.

Wait.

I'll check if they pour any.

Just anything but borsch!

Come on over.

What they'd put in for sure is bromine so
you can't get it up.

And George, he's just a total nut.

George would put on these shows
every time they served borsch.

I won't fall asleep in here.

I landed in a ward
with real psychos.

Sasha, have you
sucked off Petrush?

Yes.

Petrush, have you
sucked off Sasha?

Yes.

Did you try it simultaneously?

This is Friedrich.

That's what I call hierarchy.
A 100% blowjob.

In Japan nobody comes and that's
how they prolong their lives.

Because protein is life.

So they don't share their sperm
and save it all for themselves.

And they call a dick
a "jade stem".

That's how those who
mix up dick with Zen live.

I don't see you...

Teacher.

Oh, my legs.
The broken legs of a superhuman.

How did you end up
in here, Zarathushtra?

I know how. But I don't quite
understand about you.

Well, tell me.

I'm a translator. I translated
something so they locked me up.

From which language?

From German. But I know Latin,
Hebrew and Greek too.

What did you translate?

Didn't translate, deciphered.

I don't know if you're ready
to hear it but I know you must.

It's up to you.

I was in Tibet. A lot of things
opened up to me there.

Let's do it like this...

If there are no signs from above
by tomorrow then you'll find out.

But if there are signs, you
won't find out what you have to.

He that hath ears to hear,
let him hear.

I haven't had someone
to talk to in a long while.

Look at the legs of a superhuman.

Later I found out that Friedrich
was KGB who went crazy.

He had heart problems and his legs
were broken in some squabble.

They put downers in the food.
No doubt. My head feels like a box.

Through the rays I see a woman's
profile. A nurse. Nice uniform.

Nina's look #30 in my direction.

I tilt my head.
I need to examine her face.

My eyes got used to the sun. With
the back lighting I grabbed it.

Nina's really pretty. Is it her,
the woman of my dreams?

Zig Heil!

This is Kalitka. She came for me.
Behind her is some other dork.

Judging by his clothes
this dude is obviously not a nut.

I asked him if he knows about Rom.

How the fuck do I know
who you are?

You'll find out soon.

Listen, change your threads. Tell
your mother to bring something.

You look like these idiots.
Get a warm-up suit or something.

Zig Heil!

Good morning. So I went
to Tibet to the Teacher.

He lives in total darkness in
a cave there but sees everything.

Disciples come to him
from all over the world.

No fire, no flashlights,
no nothing.

He lives off the moisture from
stalactites and a hempseed a day.

Whoever endures 14 days starts to
see. I got my sight back in a week.

It's like in the movie "Predator"
with Schwarzenegger.

Instead of people you see spots
of light and energy flying by.

Besides me there were seven in
there and they were all women.

Well, demons?!

When Rom was in the nuthouse
everything went by his rules.

Doctors turned a blind eye to him.

Nurses gave him morphine,
chifir and spice-cakes gratis.

Listen, did you hear about Rom?
He's supposed to show up.

- What, you know Rom too?
- We've hung out.

They are about to bring him here from the
Simferopol nuthouse.

He's got a year left. If you
know Rom you're as good as in.

He's my godfather. I mean...

I'd lie under a train for Rom.

There was a lot of talk about Rom
but nobody knew anything for sure.

Some say he was born in prison
and spent his whole life there.

Some say he was
a shaman in Yakutia.

But I knew that Rom
went to university...

and went on an expedition
with his geology friends.

The gold mines of Magadan
captured his imagination...

and he remained
in taiga for a few years.

That's where he had
a little bad luck.

In taiga, Rom lived at a rig
with Vityusha, a stud driller.

Cigs and supplies were thrown down
to them from a helicopter.

And Rom loved someone in Magadan.
Her name was Linda.

- Well, where's the money?
- In a week, for sure.

Show me your hands!

Are we going to work?

Besides Rom, the prosecutor's son,
a cop named Edik, loved Linda.

My kitty, I'll still
break you down.

What do you want, huh?

If you want I'll take you
down south to live by the sea.

Edik, you're such a dick that it
would be easier to give it to you...

then explain why I don't want you.

Then give!

Then you'll be damned.

You're using Rom's lines.

How did he win you?
Is he some wizard? Fuck!

Witch!

You're a dog, Edik.

I'll tear your Rom into pieces.

I'll turn him into shit.
Just let him butt in.

That's it, done deal!

Let me make a call.

Your folks know everything already, calm down.

I need them to bring
a toothbrush and paste.

I told them everything. Calm down.

When are they coming to visit?

You'll have guests today.
Calm down.

I hate waiting.

How come no one's here?

What no one?

You told me they'd come today.

Who?

Guests.

What guests, dear?
Who told you that?

- You told me!
- We didn't talk today, dear!

- We talked, you lousy twat!
- Quiet!

- Are you scamming me, you bitch?
- Stop screaming!

I'll tell you. She's waiting
over there, outside the window.

Go look.

That's my sister.

- They won't let me in!
- For long?

Since 5:00. They promised
to give you what I brought!

It's 7:30 now and visiting
time's till 8:00! Let her in!

It's a cleanup day!
Keep screaming!

Lyosha, I brought you
soup and cigarettes.

Why won't they let you out?

Because they're all
morons in here, damn it!

On one side are idiots, on the
other doctors. Both are cretins.

Get your hands off me!
Did you hear me?

Lyosha! When will they
discharge you?

It's aminazin.
It paralyzes the body.

It starts off like the first second
of weightlessness in an elevator.

Vasya?

- How could he?
- Huh?

Walk on water.

Who?

Who?!

Ah, well you know, like... you need
to believe and walk. You know?

Go on, read.

After he had dismissed them,
he went up on the mountain to pray.

When evening came,
he was there alone.

But the boat was already
far from the land,

buffeted by the waves
because the wind was against it.

During the night Jesus went out
to them, walking on the lake.

When the disciples saw him walking
on the lake, they were terrified.

"It's a ghost," they
cried out in fear.

But Jesus said, "Take courage!
It is I. Don't be afraid."

"If it's you, Lord, tell me to come
to you on the water," said Peter.

"Come," He said.

Peter got out of the boat and
walked on the water toward Jesus.

But he saw the wind, was afraid...

and sinking cried out,
"Lord, save me!"

Jesus reached out his hand
and caught him.

"You of little faith," he said,
"why did you doubt?"

One more time. The ending.
When he got out.

Peter got out of the boat and
walked on the water toward Jesus.

But he saw the wind, was afraid...

and sinking cried out,
"Lord, save me!"

Jesus reached out his hand
and caught him.

"You of little faith," he said,
"why did you doubt?"

The time has come.
And the meat goes into a hole.

They'll turn you into shit.
Don't fuss.

You've got...

What?

I remember the yard covered
with a blanket of snow.

You were standing by the door
of a blue taxi.

Snowflakes glistened
on your eyelashes.

Your tired but tender look
spoke of love.

Everything passes in parting.
Your feelings have faded away.

I still feel pain in my heart
when I think about you.

The years will fly by, but I will
still remember you with love.

- Who are you?
- John Lennon.

Untie him and send him to therapy.

I've almost finished. You'll
carry out what you must carry out.

I'll show them! I'll get them! I'll expose them!

Bastards! Jerks!

Something happened?

They put me here for nothing!

My mother-in-law called for them
and said that I have DTs, bitch!

It's her who has DTs, the bitch!

It's OK. I'll go complain to the
doctor. They're gonna get it!

I'll show them all! I'll sue them!
I'm not that kind of guy.

Listen, asshole.
What are you squealing about?

What? I'm sick of you all!
Where's the chief?

Come here.

I'm still smoking!
I'm not going anywhere!

McMurphy in Cuckoo's Nest was
pulling shit for about a month.

In our nuthouse they'd put
a lid on people right away.

The moustache was turned into
a jellyfish in a week.

And there were no Indians here.

Rom was marched from nuthouse to
nuthouse all over the country.

I know he's somewhere on his way
and I'm waiting like never before.

My older friends dragged me
everywhere with them.

We would hang out at the "Golden
Key", by the store on Revolution.

Hi.

Medicate while your young so you
won't be sick when you're old.

Where's Corpse?

Gena Corpse is the head punk.

Kuyna, are you totally wasted?
Who's that?

Finch is totally tripped out.

Do you see how Kid's
rockin' out? Cool!

If you get him high he'll tell
you stories that'll crack you up.

If you get him high he'll tell
you stories that'll crack you up.

Rook, show us what you did.

Come on, it hasn't healed yet.

Come on, show us!

Come on, show us!

Come on, show us!

"Don't wake me up"

- Foma hasn't seen you yet.
- What about him?

He'll tell you a story.

It's totally prison style.

Corpse, you should have put
a dragon on his ass.

Corpse, you should have put
a dragon on his ass.

Or a stoker with a shovel.

On one bun he shovels
and he throws it on the other.

So your ass goes this way and that
and the stoker works.

So your ass goes this way and that
and the stoker works.

Hey, they say you can do voices.
How about mine?

Let's do a hit and then we'll see.

Let's go.

Natasha, let's go to my place.

Natasha, let's go to my place.

Damn it, Arhip!
I can't just wham bam.

I wish you'd set me up with
something right for it for once.

Yeah, but if it was Lucik
you'd go in a second.

Listen, I owe Lucik, but
I don't want to deal with him!

Listen, I owe Lucik, but
I don't want to deal with him!

He's got one the size
of a two by four.

I'd be walking like a turtle
for a week afterwards.

I heard Rom got released?

They say he's been in
the city since morning.

Do you have anything?

We have something. "Mom brought milk as smooth as
silk."

Chera, give the guys some milk.

Chera, give the guys some milk.

Wicked fresh. It's still warm.

Not too much.
We made it nuclear.

Watch out, Lyonya. We just had
a sip and barely made it here.

I missed the turn five times.

Gesha! Here's the resin.

Not now. I'm on cyclodol and weed.
It would flatten me.

Rom's gonna come
and bring some smack.

Sanya, tell them how
we cooked it. It was just...

Yeah, it's like, you know...

Yeah, it's like, you know...

We made milk with some
crappy grass that had no kick.

We couldn't do it at my place.
Totzel was partying in the kitchen.

So we went to Schooly's.

We were filthy. We rode 200 km
on Sanya's clunker.

We were filthy. We rode 200 km
on Sanya's clunker.

Yeah, like dirty devils!

So we get there and
worked it out.

He says, "Let's do it quick
before my parents get back."

I chop up the grass,
throw it in the milk,

I chop up the grass,
throw it in the milk,

and turn on the propeller
so it won't stink.

Schooly cooks a mean milk.

We're tokin' the whole time
so the brakes are on.

My parents are back.

He yells, "Throw it in the john!"
I scream, "We'll make it!"

Then all hell broke loose!

Shit, it's barely straining!

Come on, quicker!

Come on, quicker!

Wring out the resin!

It's hot!

Give it to me.

Give it to me.

Where to?

Pour it the fuck out!

This is my mom.

Once after school I found
some pot I hid under my bed...

Once after school I found
some pot I hid under my bed...

...spread out neatly on my desk.

On top of it my mom put
the book "Green Pharmacy".

Son, you take after your grandpa.

Son, you take after your grandpa.

I'd never would have imagined
you'd study herbs.

So, you've made up your mind.
You want to be an herbalist?

Yes, Mom, I'm going to enter
medical school to be a pharmacist.

Smart idea. Inventing medicines
is worth dedicating your life to.

Smart idea. Inventing medicines
is worth dedicating your life to.

Are you going to become
a professor, like your grandpa?

I'm proud of you, my alchemist.

Well? Did you expect
anything like this?

Well? Did you expect
anything like this?

How are they treating you?
Stuffing you with medicine, yeah?

Everything's fine, Mommy.
I just didn't sleep.

Didn't sleep? They say
you had a fight yesterday.

- No, don't listen to that.
- No, I'll listen.

- No, don't listen to that.
- No, I'll listen.

- Don't listen.
- I will listen.

Now I'll listen to you.
Tell me everything.

- Come on, Mommy.
- What "Mommy"?

Did you bring me the books?

I did.

Here. Hoffman, Becket, Lord of the
Rings. Everything you asked for.

Here. Hoffman, Becket, Lord of the
Rings. Everything you asked for.

You want to supply me for 5 years?

Stop it. You're a fast reader.

Well? Was it worth it?

Well? Was it worth it?

It even smells like a morgue here.

Yeah, the patients are
decaying slowly.

We could have made you any paper,
any deferment from the army.

Mom, it looks like
I've met my love in here.

When are you meeting
my psychiatrist?

Tomorrow.

If they ask, tell them I had
a few unrecorded concussions.

If they ask, tell them I had
a few unrecorded concussions.

Tell them I fell off a motorcycle.

I'll say it if I need to.

I brought you some jam
and pancakes.

Each jar is labeled
with your name.

Each jar is labeled
with your name.

OK. Thanks, Mom.

Listen, don't be a fool, OK?

And don't bring a girl
back from the asylum.

Alright. See you soon.

What's her name?

Nina. She's normal, Mom,
and educated.

Listen, Chera, could
you turn profile?

What for?

Please.

What, are you tripping?

What, are you tripping?

OK, don't bother.
That's good enough.

What do you mean "good enough"?

Sanya, what are you talking about?

Come on, give it up.

I just like you more
in profile, that's all.

I just like you more
in profile, that's all.

What?

Well, I love you in profile
but face forward not much. Turn.

So all together
I don't work for you?

So all together
I don't work for you?

You're just different
in profile... beautiful.

And just not quite straight on.

I'm gonna go study.

How's that?

To become a bus driver.

To become a bus driver.

They pay while you train.

Three months and
you're on the track.

Chera in profile -
that was Sanya's happiness.

Safron took my watch yesterday
for the evening and now it's gone.

Safron took my watch yesterday
for the evening and now it's gone.

It's American. A fuckin' Iron Man.

I was raised in a decent family,
but the street was more interesting.

Do you know where
Safron disappeared to?

Him and Lenka went
to pick up uncle. It's season.

We called marijuana "uncle".

We called marijuana "uncle".

- Let's do a hit and then we'll see.
- Let's go.

It's real uncle from Chuisk.

Corpse, I know you won't give me
skank. But you forgot yourself.

- What's that mean?
- Do you know the word PUTZ?

The director of the zoo was upset.
No one was coming to the zoo.

He wrote and hung notes all over the city:
"Please Use The Zoo".

Abbreviation: PUTZ. Get it?

- How do you do that?
- I can do a lot more.

- Yeah? What else?
- I can disappear.

- How?
- Easy. One, two... and I'm not here.

Come on, cut the crap.

Let's bet for all of the
uncle in your pocket.

A man without Christ is a putz.

Crazy shit...

Yes! Yes! Yes!
Linda, Linda, where's Linda?

There's no Linda!
Where's Linda?

Linda, my girl...

What are you doing? Hey!

What are you doing?

Sorry, I almost found it.

You're gonna find your dissected
body now! What are you doing?

What did you lose, hello?

Sorry, I already found it.

That's Chernobyler.
He scarfs on the mattress bows.

I solved God's writs.
Masons tablets.

I drew the signs of the
Second Coming on the rocks.

Rom already knows.

I couldn't get it to destination,
there was no parlementaire.

Now a lot depends on you.

How can I help?

I know they'll give you a pen.

You'll pass it to me.
I'll get paper myself.

There's a guy in Strelka who can
knock you over with a look.

You'll pass the message to him.

Good day. So, let's start.

So, you're writing plays.
What are they about?

- Depends which one.
- What?

Depends on which one.

Let's say the last one.

"Vomit Rain?"
It's a radio play.

Why do you see the world
in such dark colors?

Were you beaten as a child?

I don't remember.

Alright.

Your main character is a butcher.

It takes place over three days. On
the third day he chops himself up.

I have a question. Why is
your week only three days,

and what are the lead's
motives for such an act?

Who do you see as
the audience for your work?

If they played it on the radio
who would be listening?

Everyone who listens
to "Radio Mayak".

Why are you so sure?

Because humankind lives in fear.

And what is humankind scared of?

Of life itself,
that's why it lives.

Which forms of life
are humans scared of?

The inevitability of reproduction.

And your butcher overcomes this
fear by reproducing himself?

Dissecting.

Did your mom read the play?

She listened to it.
I recorded it on a cassette.

Did she like it?

Ask her.

So you recorded the monologue of
the butcher in the first person?

Yes.

Tell us, do you improvise?

What other ending could you
come up with right now?

Just some other ending.

Shut your pie hole!
Get lost and die, you bitch!

Well, just some other ending.

The butcher asks to be given
to hungry dogs to eat.

Each part of his body is talking,
his head's in a motorcycle helmet,

his body...

All of this is for the radio?

How many concussions have you had?

None.

Turn it off.

I really pity these
orderlies and nuts.

Because I knew that I'd
break out of here in a month,

but they'll never get anywhere.

An eye for an eye,
a tooth for a tooth.

Bastards!

Change the record. I've heard
enough. Did the misfit come to?

Let's see. We gave him a hefty
dose of haloperidol and sulphur.

You'll off him before
his time's up.

If he won't fight we won't off
him. See what he did yesterday?

Where am I?

Home.

I warned you.

Yes! Yes! Yes!
Linda, Linda, where's Linda?

There's no Linda!
Where's Linda?

Today, my dears, you're in for
an interesting lesson.

You'll get a unique opportunity
to not disassemble,

but rather assemble a human.
So, frau-surgeons, let's begin.

Friedrich died today.

When he slit his veins and wrote
God's writs on the wall in blood,

Nina calmed him down with
a double dose of sulphur.

His heart couldn't bare it.

That's some overdose.

Get lost!

Load him up.
I'll go start the van.

Help! Don't just stand there!

Do you remember this guy?
His name is Zakrya.

He dodged prison
by claiming insanity.

Now we're cooking chifir
in the cozy nuthouse kitchen.

They came to me and said
this ganja was schwag.

Just total crap.

But, I know how they cut it
those freakin' junkies.

Ouch, that's hot!

Yes, I didn't finish telling about
Rom, about his dark Magadan past.

That story took place
ten years ago.

What? You son-of-a-bitch.

The pusher sold out and cut the
shit with Leponex, a sedative.

That's why Rom fell asleep there
before he had a chance to get off.

He's been sitting like that
for three days already.

He doesn't eat, doesn't drink
and doesn't blink.

You shouldn't have taken Rom.

People say he's clairvoyant.

You shouldn't raise your hand
against him. And people know him.

So he's a believer?

Well, he can pay
for his belief, right?

Tomorrow is Mom's birthday.
Will you go to the cemetery?

Look, bitch! You see that?
Got a good view?

And how's it now, better?!
You demon shit!

Hello!

Have you gone deaf?

Always stay in reach!

Bring her here.

Well, let's start.

What did I want?
Basically nothing special.

I just wanted you to be my
girlfriend. Not somebody else's.

You could've been friends with
anybody, I would've allowed that.

But girlfriend? Just mine.

I would have taken you to the sea.

I told you about the sand
and all that.

And you? How did you
treat me, Linda?

You decided you wouldn't
be my girlfriend. That's fine.

But you called me a dog!

What's that all about, Linda?

That's just not right.

I don't like when things
aren't going right.

I mean the way
I don't want them to go.

And I can't stand dogs!

It's like when they ask you
on the street, "How's things?"

And I'm nodding like, "Everything
is fine, thanks, I'm doing great."

But I'm tense as shit inside!

And I just want to say,
"Things suck! My fuckin' things suck!"

Things aren't things
if we do them together!

Everybody's got his own things
and does them his own way. Right?

Am I right, Linda?
And now I'm doing my thing.

So, here are two shovels.

The ground is soft.
You'll dig your own graves.

You'll lay in one
if you behave well.

Well? Come on.
Wake up your girlfriend.

Come on.

Linda!!!

Here you go.
God's ways are unfathomable.

The court ruled
that Rom was crazy.

They sent him away for 10 years
of mandatory psychiatric treatment.

Why don't you want me?

Because it happens in every movie.

I don't understand, what movies?

All of them.

They screw, understand?

And what?

And the Universe records
each of our words.

You know where you can go
with your Universe.

Either you play with me
or you're a real moron.

I told my mom about you.

What did you say?

That you're on the list of people
not allowed into Tibet.

What else did you say?

That you're a person who doesn't
just take but can also give,

can give a part of yourself
for somebody else's sake.

You don't like me?

You know how they do it there?

They'll show you this very moment
you're playing now on the screen.

You'll want to turn back time
so it won't have happened.

But it'll be too late.

That's the movie
I'm talking about.

So, you're telling me
all this right now...

and we're really being shot?

I'm telling you,
they shoot non-stop.

And where's the camera right now?

There.

Cool.

I always wanted to be an actress.

So, stinker, you wanted
one on one?

Come on, comm zu mir.

Listen you Tibetan louse.

If I put you down
you'll fuck off forever.

No problem.

And what if I put you down?

You'll die trying.

Yes! Yes! Yes! No! No! No!

I don't like winter, damn it!

Kid, in winter we're
like railroad ties.

Like black branches
flowing down along the track!

But in spring, fuck if it don't
turn green! No, Kid, winter sucks.

Spring... Green spring...

And what's the first thing
you do in spring? Huh, Timur?

I know you thought your
name's not Timur.

You thought right, but no one
gives a fuck, Timur!

So what's the first thing
you do in spring?

Right, you own up. And what else?

Lay out a spread on the table
and fast! Right, Kid?

Yes.

Whatever shit happens
everyone croaks anyway.

The scum, the cane, the finches,
the tag alongs at the bus stop...

From here and there
they'll climb out of the water,

and everyone's fuckin' toast!

No offense, bro.

Why are you taunting me
like a barren fig-tree? Come on!

Let beauty live forever.

You'll wrap kilometers of guts
and sew on heads.

You won't have enough tears.
You'll cry them all out.

But there's no escape
from that winter.

Right, Kid?

Fuck knows.

Hear me, Lord! Praised art Thou.

I glorify You with my whole being,
with every second.

Lord, I miss You so much.

I shot this demo real
and I'm sending it to You.

And when You received it, and as
you're watching it right now,

Lord, forgive this sinner, for the
temptation he passed to the world...

...which is oozing out
from this screen...

...into the souls of those
looking at me right now.

DON'T WAKE ME UP

Based on a real story

Practically all of these guys
ended up as expected:

some died, some landed
in the nuthouse forever,

some got locked up in prison,
some overdosed, some got killed.

In any case their lives either
stopped or turned into a mess.

By some miracle I survived.

Probably so that I
could tell this story.

And Chera became a bus driver.

Galina Petrova Avenue.

written & directed by igor voloshin

produced by anna mikhalkova, maxim korolev

director of photography dmitriy yashonkov

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Subtitles by LeapinLar