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Topic: Gathering start-up capital.

Let's begin.

Remove from your ears anything that
might impede your transformation

into upstanding citizens as you traverse
the tumultuous river we call life.

Yes, what is it?

-May I leave?
-You may not. Sit and listen.

-It's really important.
-Well, you'll just have to wait.

Right. Everything begins
with start-up capital.

With it you can start a business,
or invest in something.

It can quickly bring dividends,
or equally, be lost.

The main thing though,
is obtaining it.

Today it's very difficult,

but at the beginning of the '90s,
there was a redistribution of assets.

Today's so-called "oligarchs"
acquired theirs then, in the '90s.

Would anybody like to
elaborate as to how?

Back then you could make
lots of money from nothing.

Enough for start-up capital
and more besides.

There were lots of pyramid schemes--

Right. There were many different
pyramid schemes at that time,

which conned ordinary people
out of their money.

In a country where everything
had ground to a halt,

it didn't occur to anyone that you can't
earn ten rubles by giving someone one.

And there were also criminal groups which
merged with the authorities,

and in so doing,
acquired their start-up capital.

You know why they call me Butcher?

MID-'90s

Well, my friend, because I'm a pro.

I like cutting up corpses…

So if you don't want to talk,
that's fine by me.

The choice is yours.

We live in a free country.

Although, if you want my opinion,
I'd say you're making a huge mistake.

You know why?

I'll tell you.

If you just answer the questions,

you'll find yourself among
these cadavers nice and quick.

But you don't want to…

You got me on a good day though.
It's my daughter's first day at school.

So I'll give you one more chance
to snuff out peacefully.

So…

Will you talk?

What a pity.

I liked you. And I'll get the information
I need anyway, because I'm a pro.

While you will suffer
a slow and painful death.

So then…

Farewell, you silly idiot.

Hands up, motherfucker!
Step away from him! Move it!

-Guys, what's up?
-On the floor, scum.

But first remove your gun and place
it on the ground, quick!

You prick, I recognize that voice.
Do I know you?

I said, drop the gun.

Okay, okay, don't stress out.
What about the syringe?

Hold on to it.

-Whatever you say.
-Slowly, so I can see.

No problem.

Very good. Now you.

-And the syringe?
-Throw it.

Bastard!

I knew he'd try something.

Where was he hit?

Looks like the stomach.
Lots of blood. What are we gonna do?

So it's you, filthy pig.

I thought I recognized that voice.

What did Mikhalych ask you to find out?

Hey, Stepan, how are we
gonna find out now?

There it is…

It's nice to sit and have a smoke
like this after a game.

Smoking after exercising is bad for you.

Hey, Eggplant, is everyone as smart
as you in Ethiopia?

I'm Russian.

Don't start.
Russians don't smoke that much.

Me and Koron smoke a pack a day.

And you, Mr. Health Conscious,
two packs a day!

So bite your tongue, you Russian darkie.

Shall we talk business?

-All right, let's talk.
-Let's talk.

Well?

-Business is terrible.
-Why is that?

Have a guess. We're out of cash
and there's no work.

It's been a month since our last gig.

-So?
-What do you mean, "so"?

We have no cash and no prospects.

-No prospects?
-None.

Because last time we screwed up
due to some nervy half-wit.

-Don't go looking for someone to blame.
-Why shouldn't I?

Someone who thinks
that if he's got a gun

he can blaze away without
warning his colleagues.

Don't mess with me! I got worked up,
happens to the best of us.

Not all of us! Didn't happen with Eggplant
and it didn't happen with me.

But it happened with you.

And you've ruined our reputation.
Now people think we're total head-cases.

And they didn't before?

They thought we were head-cases,
now they think we're total head-cases.

Yes?

Copper, hey.

You have a job for us?
What kind?

I see… All right, tomorrow.

Same place?

The zoo? Why the zoo?

Okay. Bye.

-The cop?
-Yep.

-What's he want?
-Offering work.

-Doing what?
-Like he'd tell me on the phone.

I'll see him tomorrow, and find out.

Why at the zoo?

So no one recognizes you.

-Should we steal a car?
-No.

We'll walk. What are you, stupid?
Of course we'll steal one.

-What kind of car?
-I don't give a damn.

-It shouldn't stand out, that's all.
-Should it be Russian or foreign?

I said it shouldn't stand out.
A Lada, or a Volga if you have to.

Got it.

Now for the Ethiopian soccer star.

I'm Russian. I've never been to Ethiopia.

Cut it out. You can tell a mile off
you were a cannibal.

The guns are down to you.

Something light, with silencers.
And something heavy, just in case.

What sort exactly?

Just see what you can find. Got it?

-Got it.
-Good.

Let's just do everything right this time,
whatever it is.

No amateur theatrics. Okay?

Don't look at me like that.
I got everything. Lay off.

All right then.

I'm thirsty.

-Not surprised, after last night.
-As if you didn't drink, too!

What you waiting for?

-I won't drink from that shitpipe.
-What do you mean?

I value my health.

SPARKLING WATER

Looks like it's here.

Of course it is. You think I couldn't
find the place?

Anything could happen
with a psycho like you.

-You nervous?
-Why would I be? Let's go.

What's in the folder?

It's just… a contract I'm passing on.

-Couldn't you have left it behind?
-Well, just in case.

-What do you want?
-Hello.

-I said, what do you want?
-We're here to see the doctor. Is he in?

I'm the doctor.
What do you want?

Mikhalych sent us.
Does that mean anything to you?

It does. Come in.

What does he want?

I already said I'm not
giving him a cut.

And don't waste my time
trying to threaten me.

Say what you came here for
and get lost.

-Watch your language.
-Watch your attitude.

Relax, guys. Spare your nerves,
they can't be repaired. I believe in it.

-Let's be constructive.
-Let's.

But don't you try
to put pressure on me.

That's not our intention, Doctor.
Let's be realistic, though.

Okay, let's.

You're new in town.
And new to this business, right?

So?

So you need security which can ensure
the safety of you and your business.

And that costs money.

It's the same for everyone,
but we're less expensive.

So let's not be rude,
show our attitude, or get worked up.

Let's think about your security
and your future.

-My future?
-You have five minutes to decide.

We'll have a smoke while you think.

-Why five minutes?
-Too long? Make it three then.

Think fast!

No, you think, scum,
about not getting slotted right now.

Okay, easy, guys.
We can work this out.

Why didn't you say
you had protection?

Do I have to explain myself to every
freeloader that comes along?

I don't have protection.

-Who are they, then? Magicians?
-They're not magicians.

So your old crock thinks
he can just come along

and intimidate the Doctor?

-You've misunderstood…
-Shut it! I'll do the talking.

I already warned your old fart
that I don't need help. I'll manage.

I've been telling that to everyone
who came here this year,

but you're all thick around here.

Must be the place.

So I have to reduce your demographics.

Any last words?

Mikhalych will be very offended.
He doesn't like shit being thrown at him.

He'll probably have you killed, because
you're breaking the laws of business.

But you've got one chance.

Tell these halfwits to put the guns down,
put their coats on, it's cold out,

and we'll all go see Mikhalych.

-That's all?
-Basically.

Then listen up!

They aren't magicians at all.

That's it. No more protection.

-Bastards.
-So now what?

I've got mixed feelings. Half of me says
we should kill this creep.

And the other half?

That we should let him live and take him
to Mikhalych, let him decide what to do.

I prefer the first option.

Me, too. But what are we
gonna tell Mikhalych?

We'll say he started waving a gun at us,
but we were quicker.

And we'll tell him about these two. Well?

Fine. Doesn't feel quite right, though.

All right. Let's toss a coin.
Heads, we take him to Mikhalych.

Tails, we do him in. I haven't met
a fag like this in a long time.

He's a hooligan, not a businessman.

Go to hell, freaks!

Asshole.

What a shithead.

What now?

-Did you know about the gun?
-What are you, nuts?

All right. Let's at least take the powder.

Yes, and take it to Mikhalych.

Blood everywhere…

-What about him?
-Who cares? Put him with the stiffs.

Bastard ruined all the coke.

Not all of it. I'll get a box.

Let's collect what we can.

Freeze!

You, two steps back.
And you, slowly give me the box.

All right, all right, everything's cool.

-Who are you?
-None of your damn business.

Give me the box!

All right, no problem.

Put it on the car
and take two steps back. Quickly!

You said slowly, now you're
saying quickly. Which is it?

The box!

All right, all right.

That was beautiful!

With your accuracy you should be in the
Olympic team. You're wasting your talent.

I don't like sports.

I don't like sports either.

-Did you have to spoil the car?
-That wasn't my intention.

-And I wasn't aiming at his head.
-Where then?

The heart.

I take my words
about the Olympic team back.

Put this former psycho in the house
and you'll pay for the repairs.

Here's a friend for you.

It's going to cost you about 100 bucks.

You owe me a new car
for saving your life again.

Let's report in for now,
before someone else turns up.

POLICE

-I hope the cops won't stop us.
-Buy a siren.

Very funny. Mikhalych will
cheer us up now.

-Vladik, no! Daddy's working!
-I want to see Daddy!

Come to me, sonny!
It's all right, Eleanora, go.

You're my sweetie.
Where's Mommy? Resting? Good.

So, go find Butcher.

-No news from him for two days.
-Okay.

And get the money ready for the Lawyer.

Butcher or no Butcher,
business has to get done.

-Okay.
-Got to get done, yes.

I got it, boss.

-My sweet boy.
-Boss, everything will be done. Okay.

Hey there, kids. What took you so long?

What's in the box? The Doctor's ears?

Not quite.

Well, in that case I'm all ears.
How did it go?

Sergey Mikhalych, we weren't
entirely successful.

Right. Well, fire away.

We had some perineal difficulties.

Sergey, do you know
what "perineal" means?

No, Sergey Mikhalych.

It refers to the area between
the vagina and the ass…

Of a woman.

See, even Vladik knows that!
Well, carry on.

Well, we arrived, and he started
being rude. Took out a gun…

Then another two head-cases
showed up. All armed.

Started threatening us…

So, to cut it short, we killed them all.

Tell me, Sergey…

Did I tell you to kill them?

You knew I needed the Doctor!

-But they started it…
-They started it?

You popeyed numbskull!

If you see the situation's heating up,
just set up a meeting later!

-But we… Well, we…
-You need whipping!

-Were you whipped?
-Me? Of course, I was.

How do you think I got to where I am?

I don't think you should whip children.
My dad whipped me, too, and…

I still want to kill him.
And some others--

Simon, stop talking nonsense.
We came here on business.

On business?

Can't trust you idiots with anything!

Get out of here. What's in the box?

-Powder.
-What powder?

It was there, so we collected it.
He won't need it anymore.

-Out of my sight!
-Goodbye.

-Goodbye.
-Get lost!

Move it.

You see that? What do you think?

Mikhalych didn't get too upset, I think.

It blew over, thank God.

Good thing we took the powder.

Good thing.

Good work, boys.

No, it's this one…

Right.

Yes, speaking. What?

When?

Yes, I'll remember. I'm on my way. Shit.

So, where to?

-What do you mean?
-Well, for a rest.

Wherever you want, but no strip clubs.
Or I'll get worked up.

Billiards?

All right, billiards, but a quiet place.

Okay.

Let me hide it.
Have you taken your medicine?

-Yes.
-Good boy.

What?

Sergey Mikhalych, we're finishing
the fireplace. Would you like to see?

Did you study your trade?

-Yes.
-Where?

The Architectural Institute.

-In the center?
-Yes.

Full-time?

Full-time.

If you studied full-time, Architect,

what's with what you did
with the bathroom?

Sergey Mikhalych, that's just the design--

The design?

You approved the draft--

The draft was on paper,
and you can stuff it up your ass.

I didn't drown you in the bath,

but if your fireplace
is anything like your bathroom,

I'll burn you in it. Got it?

Let's go and have a look,
Vladik, see what he's done.

Come on, show us then.

It hasn't heated up yet.

Well…

That looks like the end of you,
Mr. Architect.

-A game, or a drink first?
-A drink first.

All right.

Anyone serving us?

-What would you like, gentlemen?
-The gentlemen would like to relax.

I'll have a salad and juice.

-What juice?
-A good one, but not tomato.

-Nuts and beer. You got pistachios?
-Yes.

Nice ass.

-Behave decently.
-All right, but what an ass!

Let's get some vodka, or beer?
What would you like?

Me and my friend
will play in five minutes.

We'll finish, then you'll play.

You have five minutes. We're in a hurry.

What?

Five minutes.

Thanks.

-Not eating?
-Don't feel like it anymore.

I've got an idea.
Well, not an idea, but a bet.

Want a bet?

-Depends on what, and what I have to do.
-Nothing much.

We'll play a game,
and if I win, I'll pay our bill.

And if you win,
you'll pay our bill. Deal?

What's the catch?

The catch is that we have
two bottles of vodka each first.

Deal?

Well, I don't know. I'm driving.

Don't play the Boy Scout!
You've never driven drunk?

Is it on, or are you chickening out?

Vodka with food, or without?

You have your salad, I'll go without food.

I'll give you a head start.

-Russian?
-What Russian?

-Billiards.
-Well, what nationality are you?

-Russian.
-Well, you've answered your question.

Get your cash ready.

Fine, but the vodka's included
in the bill.

-And the dent in the car.
-Fine.

Oh, goodness me!

Well, that's…
Vladik, don't get dirty.

What a mess.

-Hey there.
-Who do you think it was?

-What do I think?
-Yes.

-I don't know.
-That's bad.

Yeah.

Right. Vladik, don't get blood
all over yourself, Mommy will be angry.

Phone the cop now.

Get him round,
have him do the paperwork.

Tell him to find out
who those freaks in masks are.

-Okay.
-And tell him to fill me in immediately.

-We'll see who's to blame. Got it?
-Yes.

Well…

All right, let's go.

Vladik, get away from the blood,
Mommy will be angry.

Tell Sergey to come round
with his colleague

-straight away.
-I will.

You think Mikhalych will
summon us soon?

Don't think he's got anything planned.
What, you itching to shoot?

No, not really.
I'm just making conversation.

Right.

Hello?

-All right, we're on our way.
-Where to?

Thanks for jinxing us.
Mikhalych is calling us round.

We didn't get drunk, but at least
you've saved some money.

Not sure who's saved some money.

All right, let's go.

Waitress! The bill!

"If you'd like to feed the crocodiles
we offer live rats at 5,000 rubles apiece"

What do you want?

-Firstly, hello.
-We already said hello. So?

-I want to offer you work.
-What kind of work?

-Don't interrupt and I'll tell you.
-Don't act tough then.

Just listen to how you can make
some serious cash.

Serious cash?

-Dad, let's feed the crocodile.
-What about the poor mouse?

The crocodile's hungry.

-We need to rip some people off.
-Rip off?

-Rip off.
-Who?

-Do you care?
-Not in the least. How much?

-A lot.
-How much?

Well…

-A hundred grand.
-In what currency?

Rubles. The green, American kind.

-Now we're talking. How many?
-Two.

Two people?

Why do you keep asking twice?
You deaf?

I'm not deaf.
What are you mumbling for?

I'm not mumbling.

Fine, relax. What's the deal?

They'll drive up, go into an office.
Then they'll come out.

One will have a briefcase.
You take the briefcase and run.

-Who are they?
-Well, you know…

-No, I don't.
-Nobody serious.

Do it fast and neat, and it'll be fine.

Agreed.

-When do we get paid?
-Straight after.

Take the amount we agreed
from the briefcase. Just don't rip me off.

-Because I can tell on you.
-Hey, Copper, we're honest people.

-And don't kill anyone. Make it clean.
-All right, all right, I got it.

We're professionals,
everything will go smoothly.

-"Smoothly." You said that last time.
-That was an accident.

-Six corpses by accident?
-Listen, quit hassling me.

I just don't want any slaughter this time.

Fine, I got it.

Bring me the briefcase,
and don't try to screw me over.

-I know how much is in there.
-Should I bring it to the station?

You've definitely lost your marbles.
To me, at home! Got it?

Bye.

Retard.

And you said it was hungry.

So…

Here.

Take this briefcase to the Lawyer.

-To who?
-It's English for "advocate".

Thank you.

-What's in the briefcase?
-In the briefcase…

Vladik, sonny, have you taken your pill?

-Yes.
-My little sweetie…

In the briefcase, Sergey, is money.

You exchange that money for heroin,
and bring it here.

-Got it? Can you manage that?
-Of course. It's easy.

Well, I have to ask, Sergey,

because you can always
screw up an easy job.

So listen carefully.

You drive over to the Lawyer…

-The advocate.
-The advocate.

Give him the briefcase,

take the heroin and come back here.

Sergey Mikhalych, don't worry,
we'll manage it.

How can I not worry?

When you, on a flat space,
on a billiard table,

can find a pit of shit and drown in it?

Get moving, and if you screw up again…

I'm telling you
in the presence of this child

-I'll be very upset. Now go.
-Please don't worry, we'll manage it.

Lawyer, advocate…

I'm working for you, my sweetie.
What've you made there?

-A coffin.
-What?

A coffin! Mommy will be angry.
Dear, you've made a whole cemetery.

Wait here.

Familiar faces.

Deputy Chief Of Department
Voronov S. P.

Hi, Copper. What did you need me for?

Hi, Brain. I heard stories about you,
but I didn't think you're that crazy.

Cut the talk. What do you want?

All right, let's talk business.

Does the nickname Koron
mean anything to you?

-Where's that scum?
-Hey, calm down!

I'm calm. Heh.

Where is he?

I've heard he's wound you up,
and you're still mad at him.

You just tell me where that scum is

and I'll rip him to shreds.

All right, I'll tell you, but…

You'll do me a favor in return.

Interesting.
What favor can I do for a cop?

I'm not informing.

There's a briefcase in the apartment
where you'll find him.

You bring me that briefcase,
and we're quits. Agreed?

-What's in the case?
-What do you care?

The briefcase is light,
and what's inside doesn't concern you.

-Do we have a deal?
-All right, all right, don't fret.

Deal.

Here's where they'll be there
this evening.

Come to mine tomorrow.

Here's my address.

Any problems, call me.
Here's the number.

Goodbye then.

See you tomorrow.

Retard.

We're not late?

No, loads of time. We can even
get a bite to eat.

-With a briefcase full of American cash?
-We'll go to American McDonald's.

-And eat that shit?
-Come on now.

It's fast and delicious.
The whole world's eating burgers.

They're just freaks
with no sense of taste.

-You want me to eat pies?
-Hey, leave Russian pies out of it.

All right, pie-face, we're here.
I'll be quick.

-Sergey, hi!
-Hey, Boar!

I was wondering if it really was you.

I heard you moved to the center.

-Yeah, got settled.
-I can see you've worked up a pot-belly.

This is where I keep the brains
that don't fit in the head.

You still slaving for Mikhalych?

Yes, what've you got against Mikhalych?

You should drop him.
What can you do in the outskirts?

Running around like a gopher,
counting pennies.

These days, you can really do well
for yourself, but not in that shithole.

You need to go to the center,
it's all there.

And your Mikhalych is a gopher too.
He's got no future.

My boss set him up there,
and he can take him down.

Can't you work any faster?

Yes, come on, I'm hungry.

-Good day.
-Coke, fries and a hamburger.

-Sauce with the fries?
-No.

73,000 rubles.

Hey, you have to wait in line!

-Hi, Boar.
-Hi, Simon.

Where've you been?

-He's hit the big time.
-Where's his bodyguard then?

Our business is legal.

We're selling Eurobonds to Japan.

Come work with us, Sergey.

I'll help you set up. But you need
some dough to start up.

Here's my business card.

-You still shooting, guys?
-So what?

People don't shoot anymore.

They do business differently,
not like your Mikhalych.

Those were the days.

Remember how we took
the Belozerskys out?

-Come on, we're late.
-All right, let's go.

-See you, bro.
-See you, Boar.

What an asshole!

-Hang on, we'll race him.
-No, let him go.

That's a serious car. I heard that's
the best nowadays.

So? Did you see what
Boar was driving?

Yeah…

Boar's done well for himself.

Here.

-What's that?
-A sniper rifle.

-What's it doing here?
-You gave permission.

-Me?
-You.

I don't remember telling
you to bring it.

-You said guns and something heavy.
-I meant an assault rifle!

Is "something heavy"
Ethiopian for "rocket launcher"?

-I'm Russian!
-Russian…

I hope you didn't
bring any grenades.

You're a psycho, Eggplant.
Go see a doctor.

And I don't think a Russian
doctor can help.

Keep your opinion to yourself.

Stop stuffing yourself, we're here.

If we screw up this time,
Mikhalych will swallow us whole.

Don't be a wuss. No one's going
to swallow you.

I'm eating because I'm starving.
I can't work hungry.

Stuffing yourself with that crap
won't make you work any better.

That's enough. Why do you
always talk shit when I'm eating?

You could ruin my appetite.

Stop eating. We're late as it is.

All right, let's go.

And here are our patients.

-Look, he's a Christian.
-So? I'm a Christian, too.

What's your Ethiopian God's name?
Voodoo?

I don't get it, Koron.

You said they'd come out
with a briefcase, not go in.

Yes.

-So why're they going in with it?
-How do I know?

Go and ask them.

And what are we supposed to do?

Like we agreed.
We take them when they come out.

-Hello, who are you here to see?
-Him.

-Do you have an appointment?
-Of course.

-Who shall I say it is?
-Don't worry, we'll manage.

LAWYER
BORSCHANSKY B. P.

You're here at last!
I was getting worried.

Hi to the defender
of the victims of police hassle.

Hello. Everything ready?

Galya, everything's fine,
the boys are here to see me.

-I've got everything ready, and you?
-Of course.

-Everything's in order.
-Agree.

Goodbye. Give my regards.
to Sergey Mikhalych.

Bye.

Give us the briefcase!

-The briefcase?
-The briefcase! Are you deaf?

-No, I just got so scared I didn't get it.
-Tough, are you?

-Who's tough?
-Don't move!

You'd better cooperate! Throw the
briefcase over, and you can go.

You shouldn't hang on to possessions!

-You're dead men.
-Scary talk. Let's go!

Go straight to the cemetery,
to dig graves for yourselves.

We're finished.
Mikhalych will kill us.

What are we gonna do?

We could hang ourselves
or go to Mikhalych, same difference.

-Funny. I'll die laughing.
-That wouldn't be the worst way out.

-So, what are we gonna do?
-Go to Mikhalych and hope for a miracle.

Is Mikhalych in?
In the bath house?

What will you tell him?

I don't know, we'll see
what mood he's in.

You know, he…

He burnt the architect in his fireplace.

Fuck!

You needn't tell me, I already know.

Sergey Mikhalych,
they caught us off guard.

We had no time to react.

-Did you know what you were there for?
-Heroin.

If you knew it was heroin, you should've
been prepared for anything,

including being caught off guard.
Right?

Right.

And if you agree, why the hell
did they catch you off guard?

-I don't know. I think--
-Really? And what do you think with?

-My head.
-Up there you've got an ass.

Why are you so happy?
You think you've got a brain?

I should punish you.

Although this time it's not
entirely your fault.

Yes--

What are you so happy about,
you light pink fag?

"Not entirely your fault"
doesn't mean you're in the clear.

All right, numbskulls, listen carefully.

-You go see our copper-informer.
-He set us up?

First, don't interrupt your elders.
Second, who said you were set up?

You were ripped off, Sergey,
like suckers, like schoolboys.

And me along with you. Got it?

So go and put the frighteners
on him about the heroin.

He knows?

You again. I said, don't interrupt.
So, make him talk, and then slot him.

-Can you manage that?
-Of course.

"Of course." If it's like last time,
you're dead meat. Got it?

Vladik, careful, Mommy will get angry.
Dod you hurt yourself?

Go, go, and don't come back
without good news.

Come here, my lovely, come, sweetie.

You big bundle of life!

Not tired of crossing yourself yet?

Leave faith out of it,
or I'll put a hole in your head.

Maybe you should become a monk?

If I didn't cross myself
we'd be in the cemetery by now.

I don't want to be in the cemetery.

I want to be cremated,
like a civilized person.

You'll be burnt, don't worry.
Soon enough.

Well, well.

What's the deal, Koron?
Where's our money?

No money. And this looks like heroin.

Heroin? What heroin?

Same as in Ethiopia.

What are we supposed to do with it?

-Shoot up.
-Was that a joke?

Hey, give me a smoke.

I've got two questions.

Who ripped us off?
And what do we do with this shit?

-I've got the same questions.
-And me.

That's good. Right.

First, don't panic.

Second, I'll go and see Copper
and find out what's going on.

And why there's heroin
in here, instead of money.

Good idea. But are you sure that's heroin
and not coke, or washing powder?

Another good point.

Seems like heroin,
although I'm not an expert.

It's definitely not washing powder.

-Gets you going.
-No, not washing powder.

You know, I've had a thought.

A thought?

I'll go, and you think of a backup plan.

-What kind of plan?
-A backup plan.

What do we need a backup plan for?

I think we ripped off some serious people.

You'll run off to Ethiopia,
but what about me and Bal?

-I'm tired of your Ethiopia stuff!
-That's your Ethiopia, not mine!

So have a serious think.

Also, how do we get rid of
this pile of shit?

Easy to have a think,
not easy to get rid of it.

This isn't 20 grams, it's…
How much is there?

A hell of a lot. About five kilos.

Right, I'm off.

And you think, think!

-I'll put the briefcase in the oven.
-All right.

Why are you looking through
that nonsense?

That's how I learn English.

You go to the monastery

and I'll go abroad.

Who needs you there?

You think Copper is to blame?

Who else? Butcher got killed.
You got any doubts about it?

-I just can't believe my luck.
-What luck?

I've hated that fucking cop for ages.

And if I hate someone, I get cross
and behave badly with them.

And that's bad for business.

If it wasn't for Mikhalych,
I'd have killed him long ago.

All right, Simon, I'll give you
that satisfaction.

-Thanks, bro.
-For you, anything. Any whim.

I appreciate that.

Just don't get cross.

There's our handsome one.

I'm going to get really carried away.

Yes, pal, you're a real maniac.

You have to respect others' weaknesses,
and not judge.

-You still got that folder?
-Haven't had time to drop it off.

Hi, guys. I'm surprised you didn't
come see me at the station.

You could've phoned. What's up?

They could tap the phone.
We need to talk, let's go up.

I hope they don't plant bugs
in cops' apartments.

Me, too. Let's go.

Not living too fancy. You saving up?

-Stepan, you got tape?
-Tape? Medical?

Yes, a big one.

In the bathroom cupboard,
by the toilet. Cut yourself?

I'll go find some medical tape.

Hey bros, you gone mad or what?

Guys, what are you doing?

-What's this about?
-About the heroin.

What heroin?

The heroin in the briefcase,
which three head-cases took from us.

-We think you know about it.
-No.

You've definitely gone crazy.

Hear that, Simon? He says we've
gone crazy. You agree?

-Come on, guys! Are you totally nuts?
-Totally.

Quiet, Copper, you'll frighten
the neighbors.

You should be keeping the peace,
not squealing like a pig.

Simon, put medical tape over his mouth.

Shut it, bitch!

-Hurts, I suppose?
-I should think so!

You think he's ready
to talk to us yet?

Don't know. Let's ask him.

Listen, pig, you ready to talk,
or do you need more pressure?

Says he's ready. Open his mouth.

Fuckers! What do you want?

For the slow among us, I repeat.
Where's the heroin and who took it?

Sergey, what are you doing?
I really don't know anything!

-Simon, one more time.
-Shut up, bitch.

All right, that's enough. Open his mouth.

So, dickhead, is that enough?
Or you want some more? Can we, Simon?

Sure thing.

Give me that. There, bitch.

I hope you realize that the only way to go
is to tell us everything you know.

Where's the heroin? Don't hold it in,
or he'll stick a knife in your eye.

-He's like that. Aren't you, Simon?
-Totally.

-I'll count to one. One…
-Talk, bitch!

I… I'll tell you.

See, you can when you want to!
"I don't know, I don't understand."

-Go on, we're all ears.
-I set you up.

We know that, we just need details.

I heard the Lawyer was paying you.

I decided that just for once
I'd make some easy money.

-I really need money right now.
-I can see that.

I found out where and when
you'd meet, hired three nutcases.

They agreed to work.

But you made a mistake. There was no
money in the briefcase. It was heroin.

A whole case of it. You know how
much you ripped Mikhalych off by?

Where can we find your buddies?

The address is in my jacket.

Don't kill me, please!

That's that.

That means he killed Butcher.

What shall we do? What shall we do?

Shut up! Can't you see I'm thinking?

-No, I haven't got X-ray vision.
-Shut up, I said!

All right, all right. Think.

Come up with anything?

No.

How much is five kilos of heroin worth?

I don't know.

About a million bucks.

Cool, but whose is it?

Do you care who's gonna kill you?

Yeah. We're in deep shit.

Do you think the cop knew it was heroin?

Maybe he did.

What difference does it make?

Right.

You don't take care of your health.

After today, I don't think
I'll be needing my health. You neither.

What are you suggesting?

I suggest getting our skates on,
as fast as possible.

Take this shit, and hide out
till it blows over.

I've been thinking and came
to the exact same conclusion.

Smoked everything again,
you bloody Ethiopian!

Go and buy some more.

I'll go buy smokes,
you get everything ready.

Koron'll be back soon. Let's get moving
before the shit hits the fan.

-Hide the briefcase in the oven!
-Buy a carton.

Fuck off, asshole.

Koron should've been back by now.
Maybe something happened?

We're here.

This looks like the building,
but what floor?

-What apartment is it?
-Number 14.

-Second floor then.
-Right, sorry, being slow.

It happens.

Bit gloomy in here.

Don't moan, let's go over our plan.
We go in--

We tie them up,
and start torturing them.

Then we take everything, kill them,
and leave. Should be simple.

Well done. Again I'm convinced
you're a psycho.

At last.

I'm coming! Don't stress out.

Not stressing at all, I'm totally calm.
You should be stressing out.

-The Ethiopian.
-I'm Russian.

Careful with him, or he'll die too early.

Here we go.

Tape his mouth up.

You've not overdone it?

Just right.

Why isn't he coming to?

Because he's a negro.

We don't want an international conflict.

He said he's Russian.

He lied.

Calm down, don't fuss.

He's come to, see?
And you said he wouldn't.

Well, Ethiopian, you've got big problems.

You probably want to know why?
I'll tell you.

You took what's ours today,
and we're very upset.

You probably already know that, right?

Guys, I don't know
what you're talking about.

-What's that for?
-You know.

I don't understand.

When you took the heroin this morning,
there were two more dickheads with you.

You're here alone.

Two questions. Where's the heroin,
and where are the others?

You must have the wrong apartment.

I don't know about it.

If you don't want it the easy way,
that's your problem.

But if we find the heroin here.

He'll be very upset,
and torture you horribly.

He's like that.

Definitely.

Okay, let's take a look around.

Hey, Simon, look at all these records.

Look at this, the first ELO album!

Look! Stray Cats!

Look! Sparks!

He's got a cool collection!

When we kill him, you can keep it all.
I'll take a look in the hall.

Cool.

Is this yours?

Simon!

Take a look at what I found!

Is it heavy? What's in it?

We'll take a look. You're probably
curious, too, right?

What's this, a mask?
Or just looks like a mask?

Come here!

You haven't changed a bit!

Hey, scarecrow, take a look.
I'm not a total fool, am I?

We're waiting for two other gangsters.

What have we here! What a beauty!

And what's this?

I'm amazed there are no grenades.

This was for us? You gorilla scum!

And here are the grenades. A whole set.

You've got no choice now.
You'll tell us everything, right?

We'll ask, and you'll talk.

But only say what we want to hear.

"I don't know" or "I don't remember"
aren't acceptable. Got it?

Guys… Guys, I really don't know
what you're talking about!

As for the bag, I've…
I've never seen it before!

-You've never seen it?
-Never, really!

-Look, he hasn't even blushed!
-He can't, can he?

Looks like it's here.

All right, brother, you asked for it.
We'll wait for your friends here.

Here they are.

Did you close the door?

-I don't remember.
-Let's get in position.

What's going on here?

Did Copper set me up, that scum?

Quiet, quiet.

Sounds like someone's in there.

Got to break the door down.

I don't like this.

-So that's how it is.
-Beautiful.

Ethiopian. I've seen you
somewhere before?

Freeze!

Who the hell are you?

Don't get worked up, kid,
I didn't come for you.

Kid?

Scum! Bastards!

I'm asking you kid, who are you?

I'm going to kill you, son of bitch!

Scum!

-Finish him off.
-You creeps, sons of bitches--

Maybe you'll tell us where the heroin is?

-You're finished, son of bitch.
-No, you're finished.

What about these?

Good question. Put them in the bathroom,
but we need to deal with this one first.

Fucking scum!

Stinking shitbags! Creeps!

Bastards.

Fucking Cop conned us.

Shut your mouth!

Wait a sec.

So, let's see…

Too much blood. I don't like it
when there's a lot of blood.

Listen here.

You take one leg, I'll take the other.

-Then we won't get dirty.
-Okay.

Heavy.

-Let's get to the main thing.
-All right.

So, we've cleaned up the room.

Just need to find out about those
Boy Scouts that were here.

Switch off your shitty jukebox,
or I'll switch you off.

You heard me, you long streak of…

-Hey, what the--
-Get in.

Bro, what are you--

-Who was that?
-Nobody.

You sons of bitches, you're finished.
I'm going to tear you up.

Are you okay?

-Where's my heroin?
-What heroin, bitch?

What do you want from me?

I don't like name-calling.
You're not gonna call us names, are you?

Let's continue then.

Copper wasn't there.

-Maybe he's at work?
-Who knows? We agreed at home.

I think he knew.

Well then, gangsters, hands out in front.

We must have got the wrong apartment.

I said, hands out in front.

They're clean.

I told you! We're going to
a girl's birthday party.

-How old's the girl?
-20.

What, in our day there are
still girls aged 20?

I don't know what you mean.
Maybe he knows?

And what's that?

A bag.

Very good. A bag, yes?

There must be presents for the girl in it.

What do 20-year-old
girls get nowadays?

Smokes a lot, does she?

And she drives around the region.

And she drinks while she's driving.

Not a very good girl.

-Am I right?
-Not quite.

Not quite…

Simon, tie up these perverts.

So, gangsters, I think you realize
that your story about the girl didn't fly.

So let's not lie or mess about.
Where's our heroin?

What heroin?

That hurts like hell!

I think you understand
your prospects are zero.

So let's not waste time,
just say where the heroin is.

Then I'll give you another chance.

-What chance?
-Give the heroin back first.

In the kitchen, in the oven.

Good boy. Simon, go take a look.

Yes!

Let's have a look.

So, gangsters, my mood's vastly improved.
As I promised, I'll give you a chance.

Is that alright with you?

We'll play Dead Man's Bluff.

With this, we'll work out who's
a dead man, and who isn't.

Agreed?

I'll explain the rules.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Got the idea?
That was just a rehearsal.

You, lover of bad girls,

come with me to the kitchen,
and we'll see if you've struck luck.

Well, are you ready?

I'm ready.

Any last wishes?

Yes.

Let me go, please.

See, he's got a sense of humor.

That's good. It's easier to die
if you've got a sense of humor.

You need my help?

I'll do it myself.

-Unlucky. Let's have the second one.
-The Ethiopian?

No, the Ethiopian later.

You playing Dead Man's Bluff, then?

I will!

Hey Simon, we've got a hero.

You playing too,
or already crapped yourself?

Me? You think I'm not tough enough
to play this crap with you?

Alright, hero, you asked for it.
Sit down.

Well?

Let's see what a hero you are.
Or you've crapped yourself?

If so, you could just kill me.

But then you should know, you're
a piece of shit and you'll die like shit.

Now you, scum.

You're a great talker,
but now you've crapped yourself?

Come on, you're the hero!

Pull.

Pull, you fraud!

If you don't shoot, I'll hammer
your brains out! Go on!

They're all good at talking,
but when it comes to business…

Let's kill the Black one.
I don't like his kind.

Okay, and then we'll go.
I'm getting hungry.

-How are you, bro?
-Damn, it hurts.

-Where?
-In the stomach.

I left my folder in the kitchen.
Went out without it.

Hang on, brother.

Shit. Lots of blood?

I'm not an expert, but it's flowing.
Hang on.

Hold this on to stop the blood.

-My head's spinning.
-You need a doctor.

Where can we get one?

Should I take you to the hospital?

With a bullet wound
and a briefcase full of heroin?

Bring the doctor here.
You know anyone?

-I'll have to think.
-Don't take too long, please.

Right.

Right, right…

Here.

Hang on, bro.

Hello, could I please
speak to Alexander?

Vadik? Didn't recognize you.
What's up with your voice?

You're celebrating.

What did he say?

I've got one,
but I can't find his number.

Who is he?

A student, from the… what's it?
You know, the medical college.

-Does he know how to do it?
-I think he does.

-Does he, or doesn't he?
-Yes, he does… but not everything.

All right, phone him. I feel like shit.

All right, all right.
I just can't find the number.

Yes!

Right.

Six… sixteen… thirty.

Hello, Lyosha? It's Simon.
How are you?

Listen, I've got a job for you.

Well, in your field. We need to mend
one good guy here.

What's in it for you? 200 bucks.
Write down the address.

-Thanks for coming.
-No fucking problem.

Got the money?

Here.

-Can I hang my coat?
-If you find a place.

-Not very tidy in here.
-It's not our apartment.

Do they stop you in the street
in those clothes?

No.

-Who are we healing?
-In there.

Should I take my shoes off?

I wouldn't. It's not very clean in here.

-Here's the doctor.
-Good afternoon.

Why so many corpses?

And thanks for telling me
not to take my shoes off.

Don't mention it.

-I'm not in your way?
-Sorry, brother, sorry.

I'm Lyosha.

-I'm Sergey.
-How's things?

Not very good.
Can we get on with it?

Take the rag away.

Put some music on.

Russian music, though.

How is it looking?

-Not bad.
-It's bad, isn't it?

No, you're all right.

We'll just get the bullet out.

Get it out?

I didn't think you just
wanted a diagnosis.

-Well, no.
-So, let's get started.

-What do you need me to do?
-Don't get in the way.

Well, well.

-Have you done it before?
-Done what?

-Pulled a bullet out.
-There's a first time for everything.

But you know how?

Sure, I've given my Hippocratic oath.

Good to hear.

That's great. Now for the main thing.

I'm guessing you don't have
any anesthetic?

Anesthetic?

I see. Here's what I suggest.

I'll give you two aspirin tablets,

and 100 grams of vodka.

-Make it 150.
-200, whatever…

It won't hurt that much,
but you'll have to bear it.

Don't drink it all. We'll need it later.

I'll wash my hands, and we'll start.

SODA

So then, gentlemen.

Shall we start?

Don't mess it up. I haggled
at the market for two hours for it.

-What's that?
-I'm sterilizing the scalpel.

-Don't fret, I know what I'm doing.
-I hope so.

This will hurt. Scream if you have to.
Just don't move, you'll get in the way.

Here's a keepsake for you.

-Got a smoke?
-Of what?

I need a cigarette.

All done.

Give me some tape.

That's it.

You've done well.

-Anything else?
-No. Thanks.

-I'll be off then.
-All right.

-Find me if you need me.
-Goodbye.

You know how.

-How are you, Sergey?
-Actually, pretty good.

That's great.

You know, this is the first time
I've been shot.

How does it feel?

I don't know.
Feels like I lost my virginity.

That's not a bad feeling.

We should get out of here.

Anyone could turn up,
and I'm running out of bullets.

I've got some more.

Here's your folder.

Get up.

To Mikhalych?

I keep thinking about what Boar said.

Maybe we should
head for the center?

-And Mikhalych?
-To hell with him.

I don't get it. And the heroin?

Boar said we'd need money
to start up with.

-We need gas. Got any cash?
-Enough for gas.

I took the records.

Sergey Alexandrovich,
they've phoned twice.

They're finalizing the budget today,
and asked you to go.

Thank you.

Katya.

Tea.

Right away, Semyon Yevgenievich.

So, deputy, what can we
make on the budget?

-You know I don't take bribes.
-Right, an honest guy?

And Dead Man's Bluff, without a folder?

I'm tired of you and your folder.
Go pay our taxes, you slacker.

-After I come back from Burkina Faso.
-You don't like blacks.

So? How long have you wanted
to build a church?

I'll build it. Want a bet?

The price of oil will go up,
and I'll build it.

No point in arguing.

Oil will go up, and you still
won't build it.

Where's Russia headed? Freaks
like you drive around with police sirens.

And your sort don't?

CULTURE

Hang on. Vladik!

Why haven't you got your hat on?
Mommy will…

Vladik, you should visit her
at the hospital, she's better now.

Yes. And he's gone.

Hello.

Hey Vladik, have you had your medicine?

You know, I've got this feeling that Boar
ripped us off with that heroin back then.

That's a thought.

But we shouldn't kill Boar.

Did I say kill him?
I said he ripped us off.

Ripped us off or not,
that's all history now.

Your tea, Semyon Yevgenievich.

Life's become so hard.