Original subtitles

Where are the Italians?

-No ltalians! -Where are they?

Russian bel canto!

Come on!

Up the steps together we go

Stop that! Not in here!

Up the steps...

Step on it, pal!

You�ll get paid. Don�t worry. Move!

Cut it out.

That�s enough! Lyosha!

Lyosha, where are your ltalians? You promised us a party!

We�re the ltalians!

Just a minute!

I�ll get everything! It�s gonna be fine, guys!

This is a drag. I�ve had it. My head aches.

Relax! I�m Dr. Feelgood. Follow my hands.

Look at me. Go to sleep.

Lower. Lower. There.

Lower still. Lower.

Lord, the leg already!

A great leg! Who could have guessed?

Shit! Shit!

Today he�s at a funeral!

They were nice: no booze, but we got some chow!

We need booze, pal. Help us out. Two bottles.

At least two. We need it bad.

That�s not my thing.

You playing tough? Scared of me?

Think l�m a cop? Ever seen cops like me?

I said I had none.

Lyosha, cut it out.

-I want a drink! -We want a drink.

Don�t be a party pooper, pal.

I�ll pay you 25 rubles a bottle, night rate!

Show the money.

-Here it is. -You�re crazy.

In the train station, locker 409, code is l-946.

Where did your friend Katya go?

Where is Lyosha?

The last train to Friazino...

...is at 1:15.

I�ve had it. Count me out.

Victory!

Here it comes!

Where did they go?

To Friazino.

Okay, up theirs!

Where to now?

Some packing.

Next time, use nails.

Let�s see you open it. Go on. Open it.

There it is.

Freedom, at last.

Yakut lndians eat magic mushrooms.

I�m naturally high! I�m always high, pal!

I�m up there! I�m up there with God!

Look, I can do everything!

I want a party!

Pull up over there, pal.

Okay?

You�ll love the Captain!

He�s got a sword, brandy, a great wife, great food.

He�s got it all. Trust me.

No, Lyosha. We�re packing it in.

We�re old folks. It�s bedtime for us.

So beat it! Come on! Beat it!

Scram! Out of here!

You screwed up everything!

Beat it, you fucker!

Come on! Come on! I�ll get you!

You�re silent.

Quite right.

Good man.

Honest folk with clear eyes.

You�re our only hope.

You don�t need words. Your meter talks.

What�s your name?

Ivan Shlykov.

Good name. Solid stock. A brick wall.

You�d thrive in Siberia

in sub-zero weather, without matches...

You through?

Okay, l�ll shut up.

I don�t interest you.

How come?

Maybe l�m a genius who talks to God.

Come Friday to the Blue Note Club.

It�s on...

You�d rather pass.

You�re not curious.

God�s intrigued, but Shlykov isn�t.

Too bad.

We�ve arrived. Second house on the right.

Stop there.

Wait for me, pal. The Captain may have split.

I�ll pay you double!

Double!

And now we start our Sunday radio program,

"Good Morning".

Ivan, terrible things are going on.

I just read that lnternational Zionism

is conspiring with Russian bureaucrats.

Vanya, 100 years ago

they started plotting to make our rivers flow backwards.

You got it?

And nowadays...

...are those accidents?

My ass! We know who did it! A pipe line explodes!

That�s an accident?

And a plane... A plane crashed.

That�s an accident?

No, Vanya. It�s planned.

You have to be very careful.

And today we�re asked to develop a ��new mentality��.

What do we see all around us? Chaos! Perversion!

Corruption, everywhere!

I�m moving to a new apartment.

Russia�s whole fate is at stake, lvan.

And we, the Russians, we must stick together.

Listen, Pops, I just got stiffed 70 rubles.

Alexei SELlVERSTOV

Where is Seliverstov?

Hey, guys!

You�ve seen Seliverstov?

What?

He went to take a piss.

Hi, there...

...genius.

Shlykov.

You gonna slug me?

You�re right.

A caught thief...

...gets beaten up.

Do your duty.

My head aches.

My money.

I�m broke.

You should have come yesterday.

I was loaded.

Want some coins to phone?

You turd.

Listen to me.

First the money, then you get your horn back.

You got my name. Cab Depot 4.

Don�t joke. I�ve got a gig.

You�re nuts!

I always took care of guys like you.

You buy fancy clothes.

Rolling in cash?

��And you, Vanya, work your ass off while we talk to God.��

Right?

My horn, asshole.

Give it back.

If you touch it, I won�t play it.

I won�t be able to.

I�ll teach you. I�ll teach you good.

-Shlykov! -Oh, old man.

-Shlykov! -Hi. Here.

-Hi. -Whose is this?

Careful. You�ll spill it.

How is work?

-ls it enough? -Come on.

May l, guys?

Give it to me.

To the Tupolev 104, world�s finest jet!

Give it back!

What a fool!

Wait a sec. He�s late.

Come on. Who didn�t drink?

Who didn�t drink?

Take a glass.

Kostya, my vodka ration!

So what�s up for grabs?

What�s the verdict?

Hand-crafted.

Nice brass.

As is, 50 rubles max.

A sax player might pay you 500.

But how will you find one?

It�s mass-produced. 1 00 rubles tops.

It�s just a hunk of tin.

You a musician now?

You�re so cheap. You play at funerals?

At yours, l�ll play for free. Just invite me.

A drink?

Well, guys.

What can we drink to?

Let�s say, stiff pricks...

...and wads of dough!

Let�s drink.

Come on.

Just a sec, guys.

My lady here?

Vera! Vera! We�ve been over that.

Hi, there!

Why did you do that? I said, no frozen meat, only fresh meat!

-Need any pork? -No.

My cold room is full of frozen stuff!

Get off it!

Okay, l�ll take it.

-Get off it. -Yes, Vera. Okay.

-As we�ve discussed it. -Hi!

Still wrecking knives? Give it to me.

Never you mind.

All right, Vera.

Bye.

Here.

-Don�t start selling it without me. -Sure thing.

-Still alive? -You bet!

Wander around.

Vanya Shlykov! Come here!

This is living!

-No time. -What is it?

Vanya...

I�ll give you three.

Three what?

Three big ones.

Three, Vanya. I can�t do better.

I�ll give you 4,000.

I see. Okay, bye. My fare�s waiting.

Vanya!

You�re being dumb.

He�s keeping it.

Christina!

Hurry!

I�m sick of Seliverstov! I�ve had it to here!

He�s drunk or on the wagon, too up or too down.

I�m through waiting.

Where�s that coffee?

He stifles me. I�ve had it.

Last time I made him a fabulous color poster.

What more can I do?

Posters like this. Look!

Even Boyarsky never canceled a concert! Tell him!

Don�t insist! I�ve had it with him!

This isn�t good-bye.

It�s good riddance!

You bet! And give him this!

What do you want?

What do you want? Why are you here?

I told you, he doesn�t live here.

I threw him out.

Yeah. Don�t stare at me. I threw him out.

So he�s a genius who talks to God.

I put him out

so I wouldn�t wind up in the nut house.

Still here?

I�ll call the police.

Come here.

Come on.

Is that you?

No.

Shut up!

-Look at me! -Okay.

-He�s got any friends? -l...

-Where�s his mother? -I don�t....

-Address? -Please, I don�t know.

All geniuses have buddies.

-l... -Where are they?

-Taganskaya Street. -Name?

Number 5. Nicolai. A sculptor. In the basement.

There you go.

That�s all.

Thank you.

Is Seliverstov here?

Seliverstov? No.

What�s it about?

I have to find him.

He�ll be on Arbat Street.

He was broke.

Go to Arbat Street. He�s not here.

I�ve got no money.

He�s through playing. Let�s split.

You sing now?

You dance, too?

Bad timing again, pal.

Still not rich.

Go ahead, dance.

Dance, I say.

Need your horn?

Here.

I�d love to slug you.

But I won�t go to jail for you.

Shlykov, can you lend me 10 rubles?

10 rubles?

I don�t feel well.

I need a drink.

5 rubles, then?

I�ll pay you back. Put it on my tab.

Please, 3 rubles.

Don�t sink that low. Be a man.

Stop eating.

Look carefully.

They�re all from the West.

Not new, but from the West.

Leather jacket.

Nice piece.

25 rubles. Next?

What?

20. Next?

You�re nuts.

English sweater.

Checked.

1 5 rubles. Next?

A shirt.

Red.

7 rubles.

From the West. It says so.

5. Next?

Rip off!

You�re ripping me off, Shlykov!

T-shirt.

What else?

I can take off my pants.

They�re corduroy.

That make you happy?

Having fun?

You promised me a drink.

Just a drop.

Be nice. Then we�ll be even.

I�ll do anything you want.

I�ll dance, crow like a roster.

Come on, Shlykov.

Just a drop.

Half a glass.

I gotta have it.

Apologize.

I apologize.

Now we�re even.

Ivan, I have a great address book. Lots of phone numbers.

Gorgeous girls, models, with great legs.

Know how to dance?

Never mind. We�ll dress you in red.

Ivan! Last warning!

We may be friends, but l�ll call the police!

I will!

-Pops! -What?

Get us some beer.

Who is this?

Now you bring bums home!

Get lost!

You Jewish?

Don�t I look it?

Even Jews sell out for booze?

You drive us to it.

Let�s sleep.

And now the latest news:

Praise to 12,000 construction workers and the assemblymen.

Kaliningrad fishermen have beaten the six-month plan.

They have fished out more than 4 million centners of fish.

It is significantly more than for the same period last year.

What an incredible task completed.

Tomorrow is the first day of harvest.

And now a word to the senior meteorologist,

Tatyana Alexeyevna Pokhetova:

Let�s concentrate on the European part of the country.

By July 20th,

the emphasis will fall on the winter wheat fields in Stavropol.

Warm moderate temperatures have smiled on the fields.

On the Ukrainian fields the winter wheat ears show 10-40 grains.

In the central part of the country, 30-38.

The wheat has grown tall this year, at times over a meter,

so the rain forced its stems to the ground.

Now the most important issue for the agriculture

is to save the harvest in Ukraine and Moldavia.

Let�s not forget barley.

It�s ripened in Krasnodar and Stavropol,

in Kaluga and in the southern Ukraine...

He flooded three floors.

There�s at least 400 rubles worth of damages.

In the corridor the floor�s wrecked.

1 00 rubles more.

That hook nose cost you plenty.

What do you want?

He�ll be there. I�ve got my eye on him.

Criminals return to the scene of their crime.

Why do you sell booze to drunks?

What do you care?

I... Why? Wait a sec!

What is that?

It�s illegal. I�ll call the police.

What are you doing?

-Whose shirt is it? -Mine.

What do you want, man?

You didn�t have your drink, or what?

Who sold it to you?

Go to hell!

Who sold it to you?

What are you...?

Take it easy.

Easy, easy, easy.

Son of a bitch!

What do you...?

Take it easy.

Don�t worry.

Everything is fine.

Why did you hit him so hard?

I felt like hitting, so I hit.

Why was he here?

This is our turf. Up to the bridge.

They should keep out. Give me one for the road.

Give me one for the road.

Okay. Give me some.

You rats! Shall l, eh?

Beat it, scumbags!

I don�t want to dirty my hands. Scram!

-Beat it! Beat it! -Let me...

Come on. Come on.

-Let�s go! -Son of a bitch!

400 rubles.

Three floors.

Easy does it.

I don�t need help.

You nuts?

Careful! Careful! Hands off! Hands off!

I can manage. Hands off!

Out of the way. Creep!

Slut!

You done?

Why must I write that?

What language am I speaking?

I�m speaking Russian!

You an accomplice or a victim?

Can�t we settle this?

Write!

��A stranger��..?

You didn�t know him, right?

He assaulted you.

��He assaulted me...

...and beat me up.��

Write it, Shlykov!

��A stranger beat you up��? I hit you.

Vassiliskov!

Search him and lock him up.

Let me out, officer! She�s hassling me!

Sit down!

You with the cap, here!

Comrade officer, let me out!

Shut up, slut!

Please, comrade officer.

Why is she out to get me?

Comrade officer, have a heart!

Stop! No lovemaking here!

Comrade officer, please!

-Comrade officer! -Don�t touch me! Let go!

Hey, officer.

What will he get?

About five years.

-By the book. -Scumbags!

To the station!

We�re in a hurry, man. I�ll pay you double.

Hey! Hey!

-Why did you do that? -What�s got into you?

-Don�t. -Hey, pal! Take it easy!

Help him! Come on!

-You�ll kill him! -lt�s a disgrace!

Stop it!

Come here!

Fascist!

Dirty fascist!

Son of a bitch! Bastard!

Fascist!

Apologize, you bastard!

Apologize!

What for?

Who is a fascist?

Who is a fascist? Let�s see your hands!

You never held a hammer.

Born rotten! Creeps!

Forgive me.

You admit kicking her head?

And my gut!

Write it!

Lieutenant, you�re exhausting me.

I haven�t even started.

Yes?

Could I see my statement?

Not allowed. She gets a physical.

You�re going to jail.

She kicked me in the gut!

Lieutenant, my shoes come from Paris.

She�s just trash.

Can I add some details? I just remembered...

Not allowed!

What?

May I make a call, comrade officer?

Not allowed.

Stop saying, ��Not allowed.�� This isn�t America.

-Look at him! -You gotta be nicer!

Hey, you!

-Where are you..? Stop! -Do it! Come on, pal!

Come on, pal! Do it!

Do it, pal! Come on! Do it! Do it!

Come on, pal! Show them!

Come on, pal!

What did you do? Destroying evidence!

There�s no complaint now.

Sorry, officer.

I have witnesses.

I saw nothing.

Neither did l.

Vanya, cut my head off.

It hurts.

What did I do yesterday?

What did I do?

-I started a fight? -The whole works.

-I tried to rip their shoulder straps? -Sure.

Still, they let me out.

The charm of an intellectual drunk.

Oh. Wait.

Shlykov.

My life for a beer.

We�ll have it all.

Beer and sprats! Let�s go!

Suits me.

Let�s go. Let�s go.

I gave it to those cops.

I said, ��lf you dare touch me, l�ll tear your badges off!��

Well, you mentioned beer.

Now you�ve lost me.

You�ll have all the beer you want!

-What�s this? -I have the tab. 475 rubles!

How much? 475?

Then strangle me.

But hurry. I want to puke.

Did you puke in the bath?

In the bath? No.

You think it�s �cause you�re cute that I sprung you?

True, I am rather handsome.

You�ll pay me back every cent!

-Every cent! Everything! -You monster!

Are you nuts? Moron!

You�re hurting me!

That�s mine!

What are you..?

What?

Don�t! It�s bad for you!

I need aspirin.

-My head hurts. -Go away!

Here! Here! Here!

Go away!

Lousy bastard! Go away!

Bitch!

Bastard! You are a bastard!

-Slut, you wrecked my life! -You�re are a dirty creep!

Dirty creep!

Let go of me!

-Slut! -No!

No, not there!

It will calm you down.

You haven�t put in a full day.

You can�t improvise here.

Put your soul into it.

Your soul.

Take the mats out.

Carefully.

Wash them well.

Like this. Like this.

Only like this. Like this.

You must love those mats.

Use love! Use love! Love the mat.

Listen.

You won�t turn me into an animal.

You�ll never manage...

...that.

You don�t like it?

Yet all of Russia works that hard.

Who turned Russians into animals? Tell me.

You won�t manage.

You�re like bedbugs.

You need to be controlled.

Before we held you in check, and you shut up.

But now you play music and write books.

You tell us how to live.

8x12.

What?

Eight high, twelve wide, standard ceiling.

We built public housing, regulation size.

And regulation size people to fit in it.

Get me?

Look.

There�s a flunkey.

What?

He has a slave to wash his heap.

For good.

An outsider in our cab depot?

Him?

He�s my trainee. I�m teaching him the trade.

Look, they�re all making fun of you.

I�ll pay you back. Give me my passport.

I can earn that much with three concerts.

This is a joke. Let�s stop it.

Easier to play your horn?

First you have to slave! Like a dog, every day!

Maybe it will make a man out of you. Work!

Okay, l�ll wash it! I�ll wash it! I�ll wash it!

I�ll wash it, jerk!

He does nice work. It sparkles.

Can he do mine now?

Why not?

It will cost you three rubles.

Lyosha, where are you?

Lyosha, what�s wrong?

Get up! Don�t lie there!

Okay, Lyosha.

It�s okay. I�m here.

Pops, call the medics! You old wreck.

You�ll be okay, Lyosha. Breathe deeply.

Everything is fine. Come on.

We�ll put you on my bed.

Come on.

Okay.

E.R? E.R?

Why don�t you answer? Goofing off again?

Who is on duty? I�ll report you!

-How is his heart? -How is it?

We should all have such a heart.

A solid heart.

That�s my boy.

Eat, Vanya. Eat.

You�ve had enough strain. Eat.

He�ll get a shot.

Listen. What�s this guy�s name?

Proud of yourself? You saved a faker.

Now feed him. Feed him.

They said it was nerves.

All illnesses come from nerves,

except the clap; that comes from pleasure!

Get up.

Eat some expensive vitamins.

Feel better?

Shlykov...

...I had a dream.

I saw a room.

Then another...

...smaller...

...then a corridor, narrower and narrower.

I crawled along.

My skin was peeling off.

Blood on the walls.

The black hole.

I�ll show you.

Look, just do this. It will snap you out of it.

No help?

Do this 10 times: 1... 2... 3... 4...

And 1... 2... Chase it away.

Still no help?

Do 20 more!

Still no help?

Got it?

Go on!

Vanya.

Listen to me.

You�re an old goat.

You really are.

Yeah.

Get up!

Snap to it!

Get out of that hole!

Go on! You can do it!

Don�t panic.

Take your vitamins.

I�ll make a man of you.

Snap to it! Get out of that hole!

I�m gonna kill you now.

Attaboy!

Now you�re talking.

You�ll be a man.

You�ll be a man.

-Nice going. -Get lost!

Get lost!

I�ll strangle you!

You degenerate! Your music has driven you nuts!

Open up! Open up! I�m talking to you!

I�m talking to you! Open up! Open up!

Open up! Open up! Come on!

Pops!

-Pops! -l�m listening.

The next number is called ��High in the sky without you!��

Ivan.

I�m moving out.

Pops!

Where�s the beer?

Get out!

Get out!

Vanya, fresh sturgeon!

Delivered today. So fresh.

I asked Lyuda to leave it for me, and she did.

Let me taste.

It�s a log.

I�ll slice you a piece.

-How shameful! -Why?

The masses...

The masses are starving.

Sure! They only have ration cards!

The masses are always hungry!

Give me your name.

-What�s your name? -Hey, pops, you the D.A?

Here. Eat.

What music have you provided?

I need music in the kitchen. Vanya?

They dried up the Sea of Aral, the kikes did.

We have our own music.

Lyosha is gonna play for us.

No, I won�t.

Pick up your horn.

I said, I won�t play.

No inspiration.

Just play.

The inspiration...

...will come later.

Vanya...

The radio�s too good for you.

-Don�t... -Listen, genius.

You live at my place.

You gotta earn your keep.

Let�s eat.

Okay.

For you. You earned yours.

Hey, guys.

I�ll open the bubbly.

Vanya, wait.

To love.

My queen.

I�m tipsy!

Does any music give you goose bumps?

Sex-music, that�s it!

Once I heard a cassette that had, well, a real bedroom scene in it.

They made sounds like...

And they...

See this thing?

This thing...

Women call it the sexophone!

Lyosha, give us some of it!

Bastard!

Swine!

Filthy pig!

You! Filthy pig!

Get off him, creep!

Get off him!

You�re all a big pain.

Vanya!

Vanya! Vanya!

Vanya!

Vanya! Vanya!

I killed him!

Why are you staring at me?

What? Think I drink? Me, an alcoholic?

You mean a genius!

You don�t know me!

You�ve never seen...

...anyone as free as me!

I�m brilliant!

Oh! Military man! Military man!

Military man!

Soldier, stand up!

Attention!

Bastards! Bunch of assholes!

I�m going home to sleep.

You�re an idiot, Shlykov.

I just wanted a party.

A champ of an asshole.

Let go of me!

You don�t turn me on!

I hate that! Let go!

Where you going? Stop!

-Come here! -That�s illegal! Illegal!

I�m a Buddhist!

Don�t touch me! I�m a saint!

Leave the saint alone!

-Handcuffs! -Don�t touch me!

Don�t touch me!

I�m a genius!

Bastards!

Let me go!

Sobering-up station?

What brother?

This time it was rough.

But the sergeant was a nice guy.

He had such sad eyes.

But they ��spelled�� two weeks in the jail.

I was put under the shower.

Look at my hair.

Will I get sick? Catch cold?

You�re a real turd.

Get out of my life for good.

What�s wrong with you?

You mad? It wasn�t me.

Get it?

I was dead drunk.

What about my debt? You�ve forgotten?

The dough I owe you. I owe you.

Listen. Please don�t leave.

I�ve got nothing. You understand?

I�m wiped out. Can�t you see, l�m flipping?

I have the shakes. Everything�s collapsing.

Have a heart. At least stick me in the madhouse.

Here�s subway money. Take it alone.

You�re a monster! You bastard! I�m at your mercy!

Bastard!

Go away! Please! I can�t stand the sight of you!

Oh, shit.

Okay.

We�ll go home.

Let�s go home! Get up!

Forgive me.

I�m sorry.

Let�s go home.

Pal, got any vodka?

Really, pal, can you help me out?

I�ll pay you. You�ll come out okay.

The joker over by the store window, ask him.

Hey, chief!

Save me!

Hi, you.

Lyoshka?

Seliverstov.

How many you want?

One? Two?

It�s unbelievable. Come on.

It�s no sweat.

25 rubles, and it�s yours.

Know what, pal? Take us, and l�ll pay you double.

I�ll guarantee it.

Know who he is?

A friend.

To us, he was the greatest.

More like a god.

Got a glass?

Close that bottle.

I don�t get you.

What�s the problem?

You�ll have serious problems.

You got your booze? Now go have fun.

What cab depot you with?

Go away. Beat it.

Now I get it.

I get it all.

See you.

Lyosha, come to the studio on Monday.

We�re seeing Victor Borissovich.

Know who I mean?

Get going.

I said, get going.

When can you, Victor Borissovich?

No time, kid. I�m expecting a foreign delegation.

Foreign delegation! Sounds phoney!

-I must be dreaming! -I told you, I can�t. No time!

No time? What about me?

Five minutes. Seen my guy?

No. You�ve lost your glasses.

You saw him? You missed everything.

Put them back on. So you�ll see him.

What�s the point? Look at your guy.

What�s in it for you?

I don�t understand. We mustn�t offend this guy.

I see. But he�s just an old hack.

Please.

-He said, ��What will we play?�� -This is Victor Borissovich.

What did he say?

He�s asking, ��Who�s that playing?��

He�s asking, ��Who�s playing?��

To disarmament and to the end of all wars.

And may the sun shine forever.

-May the sun shine forever. -Thank you. Thank you.

-You�re welcome. -Thank you.

Calm down. Calm down.

Calm down.

I want to make a toast.

I want to toast...

Wait, l...

I want to make a toast.

To disarmament and to the end of all wars.

Wait, l...

I want to make a toast.

I want to make a toast!

Wait. I want to make a toast.

To disarmament and to the end of all wars.

And may the sun shine forever.

I want... I want...

Good. Good.

To your health.

To good health forever.

To your health. And now a toast to disarmament.

Pops, you�re a good singer.

-And the end of all wars. -Pops sings well.

The American people always liked us...

-...because we... -Bravo, Pops!

-That�s right. -70 years on the job.

Why the party?

Just like that.

We met a good guy, so we had a party.

Know who he is?

Hal Singer.

Sax player.

He really can blow a horn, Vanya.

Does he talk to God too?

He said, ��He�s my brother.��

We�re brothers.

Brothers.

I thought you were his son.

And Pops was still in a tree eating bananas.

Comrade.

You�re the only normal person here.

Stop this nonsense. Do something.

My whole schedule�s shot.

Right away.

I�ll do it at once.

This is my country.

The kitchen.

This is what I play.

This kind of music.

I can play on anything. Even this pipe.

This bag with a hole.

That bulb.

This rotten closet.

This is where I live...

...where I drink...

...where I panhandle...

...where I destroy myself, where I keep up my hopes.

It�s my family.

I�m the black sheep.

Yes.

Maybe l�m the worst of all.

But they�re my kin...

...and I love them.

And they love me, too.

They screw in my bed!

What�s this mess?

The foreigner was drunk.

Columbia Records can�t hold its liquor.

Okay, grab that creep and his black brother

and be gone in five minutes.

Don�t be sad.

Anyway, l�m leaving you.

Going far?

Leningrad, then New York.

Got your ticket?

No need. He has a plane. A private jet.

You have a shirt. He has a jet.

Simpson!

Where�s the first gig? New York?

He really may be a genius.

A genius? You mean a load of crap!

Alexei Seliverstov

Watching, Pops?

TV! What else?

I�m watching.

I tell you it�s him!

From New York.

You�re an idiot, Vanya.

Hang up. Spare my soul.

I�m trying not to see the faces. I�m trying to see through them.

Sound passes through them, too.

That�s why I don�t care if I�m playing, I swear it,

for the U.S. President or Benny Goodman...

Asshole!

Lyosha!

Wait, wait.

Hi!

Lyosha, wait!

Lyosha, you know, I saw you on TV!

Get in the car! Hurry up!

-Let�s go! -Hey!

What are you doing?

-Come on! Come on! -Let�s go! Let�s go!

Our heart sings an old refrain

The wine is flowing

Look who came to see us

Our beloved Vanya Shlykov

Vanya, Vanya, Vanya

Vanya, Vanya, Vanya

Vanya, Vanya, Vanya

Vanya

Bottoms up!

Bottoms up! Bottoms up!

Bottoms up! Bottoms up!

Bottoms up! Bottoms up!

-Blow! -Blow, Vanya!

-Blow! Blow! -Blow! Blow!

Sing, ��You�re nothing without me.��

Without me, my treasure

Life would be too hard

Hear that, Shlykov?

Without me, my treasure

You�re too alone

Find me, my treasure

Even if it�s not so easy

In the end you�ll find me

And together we�ll sing "la la"

Shut up!

This is no way to party.

We faced the foe

But never lowered

The Imperial Flag

We preferred

To seal our own fate

So we scuttled

Our finest ship

Quiet, you whores! Stand up!

Look into my heart!

You don�t love me.

You don�t love me at all!

Everyone loves you!

Vanya!

Vanya!

You don�t love me.

Don�t move.

Lyosha! I heard you! I came! I was there!

I�ll call you, Vanya! I will!

When? When?

Come visit! Really!

Vanya, some soup?

You�ll feel better. Eat some.

-Lyosha! -Go on!

Say ��cheese-ass.��

-Great! -The presents!

The presents! The presents!

-Where are the presents? -Wait, no hurry!

-Where�s the bag? -No hurry!

Alexei, not all of them! I need some for bribes!

No chance!

-Let go, stubborn! -Me stubborn?

-Don�t! -So keep it all!

Keep it all! I�ve got everything! I want nothing!

Take it all! Go ahead! No more Paris now!

My brand of cologne.

I remember, you drank my bottle in the bathroom.

Pops, now I know who you are: a true samurai.

Of course. And we made plans for your return.

-We worked hard. -Shlykov�s missing something.

Blow! Come on! Blow!

Okay, it�s over! We gotta run!

Bye, Vanya. Call me if you want.

You really are an idiot, Vanya.

Lyosha!

Lyosha!

Lyosha!

Lyosha!

Lyosha!

You�re alive? Lyosha!

Lyosha!

Who are you?

Who is he?

Who are you?

LYOSHA: Currently in a hospital after bouts of DT.

Recorded his second album in New York.

SHLYKOV: Founded the co-op ��Russian Taxi��.

Now drives a used red Mercedes.

CHRlSTlNA: Married to a cop,

is a waitress in the restaurant ��Crimea��.

POPS: Deceased. Buried in Kuntsevo Cemetery.