Original subtitles

[lighter flicking]

[James] And the doctor told me,

"James, you'll never walk again

in your life."

I said, "Man, get the fuck out of here.

"You're full of shit.

I'm gonna walk."

But... I went to therapy,

and everything I had to do, I did,

to try to walk on my own.

And I'd be damned if that doctor wasn't right.

I never walked since that day.

And that hurts me by being a quad.

But... life, it is what it is.

Life is wonderful.

Life is beautiful.

I love life.

You can't fool me.

I love-- I love everything about life,

even the ducks, the chickens, the rats.

Love-- Love conquers all.

That's just my belief.

And when you have love,

you got everything, in my life.

But I went a long time without love.

And I've been the lonely one.

I call myself "the lonely one."

And I say that for a reason,

because have to reach out so hard

to get friends, but they're not right.

And you know they're not right.

And God does not like ugly.

You got to deal with people that's on your level,

not on their level...

you know.

[Vic speaking Russian] Grandpa.

Grandpa.

[in English] You're going to be late. You're going to be late.

You have to be on the bus at 7:45.

[groans]

You're going to be late.

[in Russian] I heard you. Stop yelling.

You have to get on the bus.

[in Russian] We were welcomed by a foreign land

That gave us love, a helping hand

Your native land was ravaged By a killing spree

And here, everyone is free

- Abandoned us despite her will to live! - I gotta go.

I gotta go. I gotta go. I'm gonna be late for work.

America! Your newly found home!

You're gonna be late. Grandpa!

Love!

We were welcomed by a foreign land

That gave us love, a helping hand...

[in English] No-- No cooking, okay?

No cooking. No cooking.

7:45, Lilya's funeral.

You cannot miss it. Okay?

[in Russian] Abandoned us despite her will to...?

To live.

Fate played a cruel joke on you.

[Grandpa in Russian] When one loves a woman, one loves everything about her--

the way she walks, the way she talks,

the way she laughs, the way she eats...

Everything.

[in Russian] That was love with Lilya?

[Grandpa chuckles] Love...

[Grandpa] Everything is just beginning...

[Vic in English] The van is at 7:45.

Don't be late.

[door opens, closes]

[knocks on door]

[knocks]

[Ben in English] What?

- Now, come on, man, what the fuck? - Just help me.

You know, now you're gonna make me-- You're gonna make me late now.

- All right, this shirt. - I need to brush my teeth.

[Vic] Okay, you got it. Where are your pants?

The hamper in the closet.

Here's your brush.

[gasps]

Hey, can you hand me that?

Yeah. You know what, fuck it. We'll wash it later.

We don't have time for you to brush your teeth now.

- You really gotta do something about this. - About what?

When was the last time you used that elliptical?

Fuck off, man. I did weights last night.

- Yeah, I can see that. - Just help me already.

[Vic] I'm working on it. You're gonna make me late for work now.

Let's get your walker.

[walker rattles]

- [Vic] All right... - Help me with these pants.

Yeah, yeah, I got you.

Okay. You good?

Let's go. Let's get you out of here.

- All right. - Come on.

- Come on, come on, come on, come on. - Yeah, I'm comin', I'm comin'.

This is ridiculous. I can't do this for you all the time.

And we are out of here.

You're not gonna head to the west side today, do you?

I don't know.

You didn't see that shit on the news last night?

- [Vic] All right... - [Ben] Chirpin', man. They're...

Goddamn it, man. What, did you take those dumbbells to go?

Hey, man, I just lost 90 pounds in the hospital, okay?

[grunts] Come on.

Let's get your hat back on.

- So you look pretty. - Yeah.

[door slams]

Let's go.

They burned some houses down last night.

- In where? - The west side, man.

That's all they do in this country is protest.

Nobody's happy anymore.

They're fucking upset about everything, you know.

We live in the United States and they're unhappy.

You know, we live in the land of the free

- and they're fucking mad all the time. - [bangs on door]

People got the most freedom of anywhere.

The police had to call in the SWAT.

Everyone's got some kind of problem with something.

Nothing, nothing is right.

Everyone's upset, they're fucking mad.

All they want to do is fucking protest.

Fucking protesters, they're never fucking happy.

I mean, fucking look at me.

I've got things I could fucking bitch about.

Fucking whine.

I fucking can't walk.

I got to take four shots of insulin a day.

You hear me bitchin' and complainin'? No.

It's just so unrealistic that these people are so unhappy.

Just live life already. Stop complaining so fucking much.

I just don't get it, man.

So glad I can't see these people.

- I would be so angry. - [Vic] All right...

You know, I've been goin' through so much shit, man,

since my dad died in '03.

And nothin' but bad luck, man.

[metal rattling]

No money. My father died.

He had a heart attack.

I got that call in the middle of the night.

And this was way back in '03, and broke my heart.

Then I lost my fuckin' eye sight.

Then I broke my leg.

- [front door closes] - [woman] Hi, Vic. How you doin'?

- Heard you're going to in the talent show. - [Michelle] Yes, I am.

- Know what you're gonna be singin'? - "Rock Around the Clock."

"I Want to Hold Your Hand" from The Beatles.

Oh, yeah? I love The Beatles.

- [Vic] Absolutely killer. - She was named after The Beatles.

[Vic] Really?

And her brother was named after a soap opera.

[Vic] Really? Which one?

Days of Our Lives. Alex Marshall.

Your boyfriend's gonna be in the show?

[woman] Her boyfriend sings like Elvis.

Well, is he gonna help you out in the talent show?

Uh, I'm gonna see him at the concert.

I don't know. I think you need a new boyfriend.

- [Vic laughs] - [woman chuckles]

[woman] I don't know about that.

- [Ben] How you doing today? - [Michelle] I'm doing good.

How you doing?

- Can't complain. - [Michelle chuckles]

So, uh, you're a big Elvis fan?

- Yeah. And Michael Jackson. - Yeah...

[Vic] It's gonna be out front with you, Michelle, Okay?

Okay.

[woman] Put your seat belt on.

I hate Elvis.

I went to Graceland.

[Ben] You know what I hate more than Elvis though?

- [Michelle] Hmm? - [Ben] Impersonators.

Why do they spend their whole life trying to be Elvis

- when...they can't? - I don't know.

Yeah, I really just,

I just don't like his music and all.

Then you got these people who dress like him,

try to sound like him.

They devote their whole life to being Elvis.

[Michelle] I just listen to his music.

[Ben] I just don't like the guy.

To listen to Elvis, he just doesn't do it for me.

In high school, there was this guy that looked like Cliff Clavin.

And I let him know every day that he looked like Cliff Clavin,

and he called me an asshole.

- His dad looks like Cliff Clavin too. - [tires screeching]

Yeah, my fishes and I go way back.

I came here one time, and I was in a fit of rage,

and I had-- I just had to eat it.

- You're comin' to pick me up, aren't you? - No.

How am I gonna get home? I don't have any rides left.

[Vic] Dude, I don't know. I'm gonna be at work all day.

You gotta pick me up, all right? I have no way to get home.

Just give me a call later today and we'll see what happens.

- Make sure you come get me, man. - [Michelle] ♪ One o'clock... ♪

Give me a call later and we'll work something out.

[Michelle continues singing "Rock Around the Clock"]

- ♪ Gonna rock around the clock tonight ♪ - [Vic] Be there in 10 minutes.

[Michelle continues singing]

[metallic rattling]

Vic, are we gonna be late?

[Vic] Yeah, I'm-- I'm on my way.

Just give me another ten minutes and I'll be there shortly.

Are we gonna be late for the talent show?

Vic, I can't miss the talent show.

[tires screeching]

I can't miss it.

You guys are still here?

[in Russian] The van never came. I called it in.

She's all alone there. Who will bury her? Call them! Call them!

I don't know. They should be here any minute.

She's at the cemetery all by herself!

LILYA- #702 - FUNERAL - TODAY

[woman in Russian] We're better off getting there on foot.

[Anna] They'll bury us with her if we do.

- What floor? - [old man speaks Russian]

[in English] Seven-oh-two.

[beeps]

Lilya.

- You going to the funeral? - Funeral? What funeral?

Lilya's funeral.

My aunt, 702? Lilya?

Lilya? Man, what funeral?

Yeah, she died like a couple days ago.

But how? We talked like three days ago.

- On the phone. - I'm sorry.

- What happened, man? - I don't know. I'm sorry.

[female electronic voice] Floor six.

But Lilya's my aunt.

[clamoring in Russian]

[in English] You know you're not supposed to be cooking by yourself, right?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - [Dima in English] I got him.

[old woman in Russian] He came asking for salt, and got himself locked out.

- Do you still need salt? - [Vic responds in Russian]

[in English] How many times did I tell you? You cannot cook without me home.

Look what you did!

[people clamoring, coughing]

They're gonna get you evicted over this. Where are we gonna live?

[woman singing indistinctly]

[woman in Russian] They should evict him before he burns us all down.

[speaking Russian]

[people clamoring]

[Grandpa in Russian] It's a little bit burnt, right?

- A little burnt, right? - Smells good, Grandpa!

[Grandpa] It's hot in here.

I need to finish the chicken.

Trust me, it's finished, Grandpa.

[Grandpa] The USSR circus in action!

- [Grandpa] Let me show you my set. - [phone ringing]

One! Two! Ten times.

And like this...

[Dima] Show me this one.

Punch me in the head, come on! Straight in the face!

The face!

- Good job! You're the best! - You ain't seen nothing yet!

[Grandpa groans]

Watch.

[Vic] Grandpa, what did you burn?

[Grandpa] Whatever...

- [Vic] Which pair? - [Grandpa] This one.

- [Dima] Cajun style! - [Grandpa] Yoga!

I sit like this, and not a single care about anything.

- [in English] Put your pants on, Grandpa. - [Grandpa chuckles]

[Vic in English] Grandpa, come on, get dressed, we got to go.

- [Vic] Grandpa, the shirt... - Got a side dish for the chicken?

[Dima] Sauerkraut! Awesome! Damn, you sealed it, Grandpa.

[Grandpa] You ain't seen nothing yet.

- You're some guy, Grandpa. - [Vic mutters]

- [Grandpa] You ain't seen nothing yet! - [in English] One, two, three.

[Grandpa] My pants are falling down.

[in English] What is this? Baseball bat?

I thought it must be big. You know?

[Vic in English] That's his meat tenderizer slash nut cracker.

[Dima] Never in my life, understood this fucking game.

- Pitcher. - [Grandpa] Huh?

[Dima in English] Whoo! Throw it.

[Vic in Russian] Up in the air...

- Whoo! - [Grandpa and Dima laugh]

[Vic] My jacket!

- [Grandpa] The flowers... - [Dima in English] So cool.

[Dima] Nice apartment. You both live here?

[Grandpa mutters] My poems...

- [Vic] The flowers. Let's go. - [phone ringing]

[Dima] You son of a...

[people singing in Russian]

I got to go to work, okay?

[Anna in Russian] Vic? Vic?

Vic, please help us.

She's all alone there, poor thing.

I can't, I'm already late for work. I got clients.

It's a two-minute ride. It'll take no time at all.

Like I said, I got clients waiting, I'm already late for work.

It's only five, ten minutes.

It's a good deed before God, it's a mitzvah.

Let's call a cab.

Are you crazy? You see how many of us there are?

Cabs are cheap here!

Be a mensch, Vic!

We have to bury my auntie, man.

We are all she has.

[Anna] David, talk to your grandson.

[Grandpa] Victor, you've got to help.

Do it.

[Anna] Do it the Russian way, the good way.

- [all clamoring] - [van rattles and thumps]

[Dima] "What Russian doesn't like fast driving?"

[all respond in Russian]

[Dima repeats phrase]

- Are you coming with us? - Yep.

- And who are you? - I'm Lilya's nephew.

Lilya had a nephew?

- You don't see the resemblance? - No, we don't.

It's 'cause they had different dads.

A nephew? That's news.

We thought she had no family.

Big age difference, my dad and Aunt Lilya.

Different dads, same mother.

Revolutions, wars, you know how it goes.

My name's Dima, from Brooklyn.

- And what are you doing here? - Lilya, my aunt.

- So you're coming with us then? - Yep.

Yeah, I know. I'm on my way. Ten minutes, tops. I'll be right there.

[dispatcher] You're 30 minutes late. How much longer?

I'm on my way. I'll be there in ten minutes.

[man] There were shootings here just last night.

They were setting things on fire, rioting.

[Dima in English] What happened here, man?

[Anna] This is a black part of town.

[Dima in English] How people can live here?

[Anna] They manage to get by somehow.

- It was on the news-- riots. - [Dima in English] Oh, that sucks.

[Anna] A very bad part of town.

[Anna] Let's get out of here.

[Anna] We won't ever bury her moving at this pace.

[officer] Hey, hold it right there.

[officer] What the hell are you doing?

- What's going on? - [Anna] What does he want?

[officer] The road is blocked. There's a protest.

You can't go this way. You're gonna have to go all the way around.

Why are they protesting? What do they want?

There's a protest for a shooting.

[Dima] There were shootings.

[Anna] Let's get the hell out of here!

[all clamoring]

- [in Russian] Bro, I need to take a leak. - Bad timing.

[in English] Thank you!

[Dima] You've got some dope driving skills.

[Dima] Step on it, step on it!

- Fuck. - [tires screeching]

- [Dima in English] Oh, man. - [Vic] Fuck!

[Dispatch] Where the fuck are you?

[Dispatch unintelligible]

[Dispatch] What you trying to do to me?

I'm on my way. I'm-- I'm driving.

I'll be there soon. Ten minutes, five minutes?

- I'm not sure, but soon! - [Anna] Vic, how much longer?

Two hours of cruising...

[in English] Roads like in Russia!

[Dima laughs]

We're elderly people. We're tired.

[Vic in English] Oh, no, I can't fuckin' pull over right now.

The roads are blocked off. Please, come on, I don't need you on my ass.

Just give me ten minutes. Ten minutes tops.

[tires screeching]

[Anna] Where did you find this road?

[woman] Attaboy.

[Dispatch] Dammit. I'm sick and tired of calling you. Where are you?

[Vic] The roads are blocked off.

[Dispatch, unintelligible]

[Vic] What do you want me to do? I'm doing my best here.

[Dispatch] I can't cover your back all the time.

[Vic] I know!

[tires screech]

Ms. Holmes?

Tracy Holmes?

[Tracy's grandma] I'll get her mom. Okay.

[Tracy's mom] Get it in. I'm tryin' to get it in. My leg.

Tracy Holmes?

- Yes? - Your ride's outside.

- [Tracy] You're an hour late. - The roads are blocked off.

People are protesting.

Are you ready to go? I got people in the van.

[Tracy] Of course I'm ready to go, but look what this--

Mom, let me go. Come on, now.

- [Tracy] Clayton! Driver! - [Tracy's mom] Boys? Push!

- [Tracy] Clayton! - [Tracy's mom] Just push, okay?

[Tracy's mom] Come on!

[Tracy] Driver, I'm an hour late.

- [Tracy's mom] Damn it! Damn it! - [Tracy] Stop yelling!

[Tracy] Sis, don't start with me today. Clayton!

[Tracy] Not right now. Clayton!

You ready to go?

Yes, of course I'm ready to go. Does it look like I can go?

[Tracy] Clayton, get your ass down here and help with this mattress!

- [Clayton] What? - Get down here and help Mom with this.

[Clayton] I've been workin' all night. Tell Lonnie to do it!

- [Tracy] You don't have a job. - [Tracy's sister] I'm not doing nothing!

- I've been working all night, man! - [Tracy] You don't have a job.

Ask Lonnie! Ask Lonnie!

- [sister] Lonnie isn't doing anything. - [Clayton] What you mean?

You don't do nothing all day! Come help Mom!

What a fucking distraction, man.

I got it, Ma. I got it.

I'm sorry for my language. I'm sorry.

- [Tracy's mom] Driver, go ahead, get it. - [Clayton] Ma, no. Ma, move.

- [Clayton] Come on. Come on. - What-- What the hell is this?

- I don't want that mattress in my house. - [Tracy's mom] Ma!

- Oh, no! - [Tracy's mom] It has plastic on it.

No, I don't care.

I don't want that dirty, filthy mattress in my house.

- [mom] I'm sleepin' on that mattress. - [grandma] It's filthy.

- [Tracy's sister] Ma, help him. - That man was bumpin' and grindin'...

- ...with that naked woman. - [mom] That's why I'm keepin' it, Ma.

I don't have time for y'all. Y'all gettin' on my last nerve.

- [Tracy's grandma] Wait. Wait. - Hey, hey, hey. What about you on mine?

I got to go, man. I'm sorry.

- Lonnie, get up. You not doin' nothin'. - [Tracy's sister] No!

- [sis] You don't do nothin' no other time! - [Clayton] Come on, come on.

[Clayton] Ma, can you help me?

[accordion playing "When Israel was in Egypt Land"]

[speaks Russian]

[all singing in English] ♪ When Israel was in Egypt land ♪

♪ Let my people go ♪

♪ Oppressed so hard they could not stand ♪

♪ Let my people go ♪

♪ Go down, Moses ♪

♪ Way down in Egypt land ♪

♪ Tell old pharaoh to ♪

♪ Let my people go ♪

Good job!

- What was it? - An American song.

- Paul Robeson. - Biblical.

About Moses leading his people out of Egypt.

He wanted his people to be free.

Always relevant for the black people and us alike.

It took 40 years, but everyone got out.

♪ We're gonna rock around a clock tonight ♪

♪ Wanna rock, rock, rock till the bowl a night ♪

♪ Wanna rock, gone around gonna run the clock tonight ♪

♪ Gonna rock by two three and four ♪

- ♪ But try for da we'll yell for more ♪ - [back van door opens]

♪ We're gonna rock around a clock tonight ♪

♪ Wanna rock, rock rock till ♪

- [Vic] Let me give you a little push. - No, no. No, no, no.

- What do you mean, "no"? - You're gonna make it worse.

It's already bad enough that it's not working.

I just gotta like reset the joystick and I should be fine.

- Okay, fine. Sure. - [sliding van door opens]

[Vic] Fuck. I need you guys to get off for a minute.

- We don't understand. - [responds in Russian]

[in English] I gotta get 'em off for one second.

[Vic speaks Russian]

Have you any idea what part of town this is?

[Vic speaks Russian]

What are you doing? What's going on?

Uh, I just gotta drop 'em off real quick on the way to The Eisenhower.

- Drop them off? - Yeah.

You're dropping them off first?

It's only gonna take five, ten minutes tops. I promise.

Really, it's only gonna take a minute.

- [Anna] Will we get to the cemetery? - [Vic] We will. I promise.

[Tracy] Damn it. Ah.

- What? - The sword. The sword! The-- The--

What are you talking about? What sword?

The gift. It's a gift I have to take.

I need you to go inside, tell my mom that I need the gift, the sword.

- Are you serious? - Yes.

All you need to say is "the sword",

she'll know exactly what you're talking about.

[Tracy] Oh, Vic, thanks!

The sword.

Okay. There it is.

All right, thank you.

- Okay. We good? - Yes, thank you.

All right, great.

I got to get them off the bus, and then get you off the bus,

and then get 'em back on, it's gonna kill too much time.

- I have people waiting. - [accordion playing]

But are they supposed to be on this van?

Nobody. Just gonna drop 'em off real quick,

and we're gonna head over to The Eisenhower.

But are they supposed to be on this van?

Hi, I'm calling to report a situation.

[all singing in Russian]

He's got a whole bunch of people on this van right now.

It's fuckin' insane.

And then he had the nerve to say that he droppin' them off first.

I'm not bullshitting you. She made me drag her mattress

in and out of the house to get her out.

- Ten minutes tops. - [dispatch] Get your shit together.

[Vic] Why the fuck did you do that?

Hey! Hey, what the fuck? What'd you do that for?

What, are you deaf?

I'm asking you, why the fuck did you do that?

You know I might lose my job for this.

- Where the hell you goin'? - It's barricaded.

Your whole damn neighborhood is barricaded.

- My damn neighborhood? - Yeah, your damn neighborhood.

- What's that supposed to mean? - Your damn neighborhood!

Why do you think I was late?

[Tracy] Fuckin' sorry-ass, white-ass excuse.

[scoffs] Oh, yeah, the race card.

The fuckin' race card. I was waitin' for that one.

I ain't got no fuckin' race card.

You just need to get me to work.

Do you have any idea how many people depend on me?

You know how many people depend on me?

I depend on you. I depend on you.

So just make a left.

- [Dima] Whoa! - [Anna in English] Why?

- [tires screeching] - [van crashing into side of car]

- [people clamoring] - [pills rattle]

[Anna] Now we've done it.

[man] Bye-bye, Lilya.

Victor, thank you! From Lilya! From all of us!

[man] There. Over there. Thank you.

[people clamoring]

- [Vic] See what you made me do? - [Tracy] Me?

Yeah? You're gonna get me fired now.

- Who the fuck is gonna drive you? - That's not my problem.

I can find somebody else to drive me.

[Vic] Fucking damn mattress all day and that's the thanks?

[Tracy] You're crazy!

- [speaking Russian] - [arguing continues]

What the fuck? You just hit my fuckin' car.

I know, I know. My company's got-- My company has insurance.

- They'll take care of it. - Fuck that. You got to pay me $500.

- I got to call it in. I got to call it in. - Put the mic down.

- [Anna shouting in Russian] - Put the phone down.

- Put the phone down. - [Dima] Hey, how's it going, man?

[man] I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to him.

- [Dima] Oh! Relax, man! - [man] I'm talkin' to him.

- No big deal! - Dima, sit down!

- I have a little bit of cash. - [Dima] Don't give him wallet!

[all arguing]

- [Vic] Sit the fuck down. - This all you got?

- Yeah, I don't have that much money. - How much on there?

They're all maxed out.

What the fuck, you buyin' drugs or something?

Naw, no drugs. Music.

- Music? - Yeah, vinyls.

- Like records? - Yeah.

Man, my old man got plenty of this shit.

I could-- I could-- I could connect you to this.

- Let's go. - Where?

We're going to the time machine. Let's go.

- [grabs door handle] - [Dima] Oh, relax, man. It's not big deal.

- [Dima] Here's chicken. Have a bite. - I don't want no damn chicken.

You don't fuckin' understand. Relax, I'll take care of this.

- It's between me and-- Let's go. - [Vic] Listen, listen. Listen, listen.

There's no money in them, and I can't leave this van.

These people, they depend on me, all right?

- The ATM machine is right there. - Listen, my insurance company...

- they'll take care of it. - The ATM machine's right there.

- No. No, there's no money on it. - [Tracy] Bruh. Bruh.

Now you told on us, bruh. Let it go. I'm tellin' you.

I just got fucked in the insurance. I ain't tryin' to hear that.

[Tracy] Please, I'm telling you. Just let it go, bruh.

- I'm telling you. - [man] No, fuck-- Fuck that.

- Insurance fucked me already. - [Tracy] Yeah, well, you're not listening.

Yo, yo, shut up!

Shut up! Let it go!

What did I tell you? Let it go.

They got insurance. You'll be a'ight.

You start this shit, it's gonna be a problem.

Insurance ain't gonna pay for my fuckin' car.

You already know what's going on in the neighborhood? What the fuck, man?

- You better calm down. - [man] I need-- I need my money.

- Back up. - I want my car fixed today.

Fuck that. My car need to be paid for right now.

We got to get to where the fuck we got to go, so you got to back up.

Leave us the alone so we can get the fuck up out of here!

I need my car fixed. I need $500 right now.

You keep talkin' that shit, you gonna be ridin' in this van

- with me, for life. - [man] Come on, let's go, we gotta go.

Listen, there's no money on those cards either way.

- [Tracy] Leave us alone! - [Dima] And you will know I am the Lord,

when I lay my vengeance upon them!

Sister, cools! Tops! Respect!

[laughs]

- [in Russian] Eat it, loser! - [Tracy] Back up and let us go!

- [man] Let's go. - [Dima] Whoa! Whoa!

- [Dima] He paid you, man. - [Vic] What the fuck? Sit the fuck down.

- [Vic] All right! - Drive! Drive!

- [Tracy] Drive! - [Grandpa yells in Russian]

- Drive! Drive! - Get the fuck out of the car!

You wrecked my car!

[in English] Strong woman. Respect.

Tops.

[man speaks Russian]

[accordion playing]

[dispatcher over radio] What are you doin'? Did you ever drop 'em off here?

I'm driving. I'm on my way to The Eisenhower.

- [dispatcher] How much longer? - I should be there in 10.

[dispatcher] Hurry up and get your ass here.

[woman in Russian] She is having a diabetic attack!

Give her something sweet!

- There's candy in her purse! - She can't find it!

- In her purse! - She lost it!

She's fading!

Vic, stop! She needs her candy.

- [Tracy in English] Driver! - [Vic] What?

[Tracy] I'm two hours late! We got to go!

[Vic] What am I supposed to do with them?

[Tracy] Not my problem. These people,

that's why my client is two hours late.

- They'll bury her without us! - Vic, she's fading.

[Tracy] I didn't ask for them to be here! Where did they even come from?

[Anna in Russian] Stop this damn march! She's not well!

[Tracy and Anna yelling indistinctly]

[Anna] Give her something sweet!

[Vic] I know, Steve, I know. I know.

[in English] Hello. How are you?

- [Tracy] So what's going on now? - An emergency. I need to get them off.

[Tracy] What's going on now?

[Vic] She's not feeling well, so...

[Tracy] So all of 'em got to get off?

[Vic] Come on.

[Tracy] Michelle, boo, I'm gonna see you later, okay, girl?

Sorry about this morning. Who knew this was gonna happen?

I love how the accordion got off this van before I did,

knowing that I'm supposed to be getting off here.

But that's cute. That's real cute.

- Sorry, Steve. - [Vic] Two minutes.

I didn't know this was going to happen.

I didn't know.

I didn't mean it.

We scheduled this without these people.

Have you ever seen these people on the van before?

Please know that I still have to get off here.

Cool beans. Don't even.

As long as I get off of this van, it's all that matters.

Go ahead. I hope you guys have a good day.

They get to go wherever they want to go. We're late.

- [door whirring closed] - [Tracy clapping]

My main man Steve.

Finally the driver does something right today.

Yeah, Steve. Careful, don't--

- [Steve groaning] - Careful, don't rush Steve.

Hey, Steve.

- [Steve groans] - Oh, I know. I know.

- [vocalizing] - I know.

Two hours late, I know.

Don't be mad at me. Don't blame me.

- [grunts] - Okay.

But I have a job interview for you today

that I'm gonna take you on, all right?

And I have paperwork for you to fill out.

Right in here.

But because I do have to go inside for a little bit,

we can fill this out when we get back, all right?

- Does that work for you? - [grunts]

- Okay, cool. - [door slams]

- [vocalizing] - What the...? Wait.

Driver! Driver!

[Tracy scoffs]

Okay. All right.

I'm not gonna get mad.

[small grunt]

Hi, this is Tracy Holmes.

I'm calling because I need to request for a new driver right now.

Well, right now I'm stuck on 43rd and Woolworth.

Okay, so how long is that gonna take?

45 minutes?

- No, that's ridiculous. - [Steve grunts in agreement]

Ah!

Okay, um...

- [vocalizes] - [harmonica playing]

[whimpers]

Steve! [Tracy grunts in frustration]

[harmonica music continues]

♪ Can't you see I love you? ♪

♪ Please don't break my heart in two ♪

♪ That's not hard to do ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't have a wooden heart ♪

♪ And if you say good-bye ♪

♪ Then I know that I would cry ♪

♪ Maybe I would die ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't have a wooden heart ♪

[applause]

[female emcee] And now at this time,

we're gonna have Michelle come up.

[emcee] Everyone give Michelle a hand as she comes.

[applause]

Michelle's gonna do "Rock Around the Clock."

- Big hand for Michelle. - [applause]

Yeah, everyone give Michelle a hand as she comes.

[man] These are dog treats. She speak English?

[speaking Russian]

We have dog treats, but people can eat them.

Okay, they're Ike Bites.

Ike Bites. We make them here.

Yeah, you want one, too? They're very good.

Here you go.

- [woman] And... - [piano playing "Rock Around the Clock"]

[mumbling lyrics]

♪ Five, six... eight o'clock rock ♪

♪ Nine, ten, eleven o'clock twelve o'clock rock ♪

♪ We're gonna rock around the class tonight ♪

[continues mumbling]

[audience clapping along]

I have somebody waiting in the van. We have to leave now.

Give her at least three minutes to rest.

Okay, we're still missing people. Where's Zenovi?

- [woman speaks Russian] - [Michelle] ♪ Gonna rock tonight ♪

♪ Gonna rock, rock, rock ♪

I know, I promise I'll be there, I'll be there. Dima!

Ma, I know. Dima! Dima! Let's go!

- [speaks Russian] - What do you mean?

I have somebody waiting in the van.

Get Zenovi!

♪ ...that's fun and show for you ♪

♪ Gonna rock around a clock tonight ♪

Yeah, I know, I know, I know. I promise I'll be there. Where is everybody?

Two hours in the van. They got needs.

- Where's grandpa? - [Anna responds in Russian]

♪ Born in the USA ♪

["Born in the USA" playing over speakers]

[audience clapping along]

- [in English] Sit down, okay? - [in English] Okay.

Yeah. Stay here, okay? Please, stay here.

[in English] We have to leave. You have to go over there

and sit down and wait for me, okay?

- Just please, okay? - Yes. Yes.

[music, clapping continues in distance]

- [in Russian] He is an artist. - I know, I know.

[Anna] He's gifted. Beautiful stuff.

[Tracy] Yes, I'm outside right now.

No, like, come outside right now.

Yeah, I'm outside.

[people whooping]

- [applause, laughter] - [man] All right!

[woman] Look at him.

[applause, cheering]

There you are. I see you walking out. Bye. [laughs]

- Baby... - Thank God.

[laughs]

Baby.

- Baby, what are you doing here? - Thank God!

[Brandon] Baby.

I got to take Steve to his job interview, but I'm locked back here.

I need you to help us out, all right?

- So go to the passenger door. - Are you locked up?

Go to the passenger door. It's unlocked.

- Okay. All right. - Okay. Thank you.

- [Steve gurgles] - [Tracy laughs]

Oh, thank God, Steve, we got somebody.

[Brandon] Baby, I don't think I can open these.

Keep trying. Keep trying.

Look up. Happy birthday!

[Tracy laughs]

Oh my-- You should not have.

[Tracy] Of course. What do you mean?

[whispers] Look what I got him.

[Brandon] Oh, wow. I--

I love it.

This is a lion too? This is my favorite animal.

Well, you know, you're my lion.

[laughs]

I was trying to surprise you, but, you know,

the driver messed that up.

Okay, so before we forget, I have this box.

I need to take it to your place.

Okay, sure. Why, what's going on?

'Cause of my aunt. She's gonna be moving into my room

when I move in with you, so...

- Why is your aunt moving? - Who knows?

She's always got some personal problems going on.

I ain't got time for her right now.

So I need you to take this, um, and hold it for me, all right?

Hey, can you hold onto this please?

I can't bring it inside.

- Yeah, I mean... - I can't bring it back inside.

- Oh, okay. - Okay.

All right, Steve, be careful, I'm gonna tuck it right here.

[Steve vocalizes]

Okay, be careful 'cause it's sharp.

[laughing] I don't want you to get hurt.

[grunts]

[laughing] Oh, gosh, Steve.

- [Brandon] What box, this one? - Yeah, this one right here.

[Tracy] I need you to grab that and take that to your car.

Can we do this later tonight?

- Later? - Yeah. Yeah.

I mean, am I gonna see you tonight?

I'm gonna be at that pizza party.

Oh, yeah, that's right. Okay.

Well, how long you gonna be there?

I don't know. I don't know. I'm gonna go get the driver.

- What do you mean you don't know? - I'll be right back.

- I need you to take the box. Babe! - What's up?

- Are you all right? - Yeah, everything's fine.

- Everything's fine. - Okay.

I'm gonna go get the driver. I'll be back.

All right. Thank you.

[dispatcher over radio] Vic, pick up the radio.

Answer me. Where are you?

Vic, where are you?

Vic, what the hell is going on?

- Something ain't right. - [Steve groans]

[dispatcher] Vic...

[Tracy] He was being weird, right, Steve?

- That wasn't just me? - Vic? Vic?

[Vic in English] We're going back to the van. Turning.

- Turning. Turning. - [shouting in Russian]

We got Dima. Don't have time for Dima. Come on, we're making our way--

It's not important. Come on, we're making our way to the van.

Come on, guys. Come on.

Come on. Come on, keep moving.

Come on!

Moving, moving, moving, guys!

To the van, to the van!

[Dima] Good job! With your head!

- [Dima] Yes! - [Vic] Come on, come on. Keep going.

- [Vic] Keep going. - [Dima] Come on, come on!

[Vic] Don't stop, guys. Come on.

[Dima] Yes! Whoo!

[shouting continues]

[Vic] Come on, guys, come on.

[Dima and others yelling and cheering]

[Vic] Okay, just keep going, then left!

[laughing] Yeah! Yeah!

[vocalizing with punches]

[man] Whoo!

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!

The hand can't hit what the eyes can't see!

[Dima vocalizes punches]

Face! See that?

Yes! Head! Yes!

Head! Head! Yes! Yes!

Yeah! This is my school, this is my guy.

I'm so mean, I make medicine sick.

[vocalizes punches]

Oh! You're kidding me.

Get up! Get up!

[woman] Oh!

Fuck!

I know disabled. I was disabled.

I'm disabled, too.

[Tracy] Yeah, right. You were disabled?

- Absolutely. - Mm-hmm.

See this?

See?

I born sick. Dead baby.

Disabled.

My grandma go to church.

In church, go and pray.

Pray, pray, pray. Every day, she pray.

And him, this guy, St. Pantaleon,

he believe Jesus.

Bad guy want kill him, but no kill.

They try all things--

fire, water,

booze, guns, knife,

put him in boiling--

[speaks Russian]

- Lead. - Lead.

Put him in boiling lead.

But nothing.

They try cut his head.

- Sword breaks. - [Tracy] Because of Jesus?

Because he believe Jesus.

[Tracy] In Jesus.

Not important what believe.

Important believe. Really believe. Strong.

You know what I mean? You understand?

[Tracy] So what happened?

I live, what happened.

This is really cool deal.

This is great deal. I live.

After I live, my grandma

come back in church and say thanks to him.

She pray, pray, pray, pray.

In end, Pantaleon says,

"Brothers and sisters,

I'll show you miracle.

Now I'm fucking tired.

Basta. I want-- I want to relax."

And he say, "You can kill me.

I don't scare. Go cut my head."

And they cut his head.

Just... [whistles]

Phew!

You have beautiful eyes.

- You have beautiful face. You... - Shut up.

[Dima laughs] You smile, I see you.

You smile. Hollywood smile.

[Anna] We've got to be with Lilya.

[in English] You don't know that.

She's all alone at the cemetery.

- I'm going as fast as I can. - [Anna] They'll bury her without us!

[Vic in English] I said I'm doing my best!

We need to be with her!

Her life was an endless trial, and no break in death either.

They're the only way that we can get to where we have to go.

He just messed up your appointment because of these people back here.

They're not even supposed to be here.

I know, I know. I go off a lot of times,

but it's only because I know the kind of position we're in.

- We need to be with her, you understand? - [Vic] I know!

[Anna] Okay, enough! Listen up!

He made me mess up my whole day.

[in Russian] ♪ Unbridle the horses, lads ♪

This is good. This is Russian people.

With love! We're friends! International!

- Dima, my name. How are you? - Tracy.

My father take me boxing.

Mike Tyson was my hero. Mike Tyson.

I love black people. Steve, do you like Tyson?

You like boxing? You boxing? Yes?

- Fight man? You fight man? - [Vic] I have to get back to work now.

I cannot be on the phone while I'm behind the wheel.

[singing in Russian]

[Vic] I can't just get up in the middle of the day

and leave work, all right? I just can't do it.

[singing continues]

I'm gonna have to get you off real quick.

[Tracy] Get me off? For what?

[stammers] They're here for the funeral.

I really got to get you off in order to get them off the bus.

Absolutely not. Not happening.

[Vic] Please, come on. You'd be doing me and them a huge favor.

- No. - Please, I'm begging you.

They-- They can't miss this funeral.

- We're already here. - [all] Please!

[Dima] Please. You die only once.

[Dima] Come on, come on, come on, my darling.

- [Vic] They're begging you. Please. - [Dima] Come on.

Okay, fine, fine, fine. Okay, everybody back up.

- Back up. Back up. - [Vic] Thank you.

- [Tracy] Leave me alone. - [woman] Please.

This is ridiculous.

[woman] Thank you.

[Tracy] I don't want to hear any more excuses after this shit.

Come on.

Okay, okay. Little bit, little bit.

- [Tracy] Nope, nope. Nope. - [Dima] Nope, nope.

- [Dima] Okay, back. - [Vic] Lift up here.

- [Vic] Ready, one, two, three. - [Dima] Oppa!

[Dima] We cool?

- [Tracy] Sorry. - [Dima] Thank you.

- Yeah, sure. Sure. - [door whirring]

- You can drive? - Where is Steve?

- Steve? - [Tracy] Where's Steve?

Down, down, down. Okay.

Up. Up, up, up, up, up.

[overlapping dialogue]

[Dima] Up, up. Okay. Be careful, man.

Oppa.

- [Tracy] What's goin' on? - [Dima] Oppa.

[Dima] Come on, Tracy, come on. Oppa.

- [Tracy] Where we goin'? - [Dima] We're going--

[Tracy] Steve? Steve, where you goin'?

- [Dima] Let's go. - [Tracy] Steve!

- [Tracy] Oh, my God. - [Dima] Oh, my God.

Chair can't even take this terrain.

Oh. Oh.

[gasps] Damn it.

- [joystick clicking] - Oh, no.

[people chattering in Russian]

[Anna] Look, they buried her without us!

We knew this would happen!

[Dima] Why? You didn't--

[Dima] What the fuck?

[woman] Alone she lived, alone she died.

Can't expect us to wait all day.

[Anna] They buried her!

[all speaking in Russian]

[man 1] No, you keep that.

[Anna] Set the flowers down, everyone.

Take it, come on.

[Tracy] Excuse me!

[Anna] Clear a place for the accordion.

[Tracy] Excuse me!

Excuse me! Hello!

[Tracy] I'm stuck. My chair just broke.

- Oh, what happened? - My chair is broken.

It's not moving. No, my chair broke.

Stop, you're gonna make it worse.

What are you doing?

- Stop touching my chair. - Quickly, quickly.

What are you talking about? What are you doing?

What are you doing? Oh, my gosh.

- Hell no. - Lilya was a good woman.

- Hell no. - Quickly. Quickly.

- Are you kidding me? - Come on.

Oh.

[Dima] Lilya await us.

[Tracy] I don't even know-- What is a Lilya?

[speaking Russian]

[in Russian] Lilya was born in the western part of Belarus.

Her small town had Belarusians, Ukrainians and Jews,

and they all lived in peace with each other...

[in Russian] We're freezing. Enough! Some other time.

Let's remember Lilya with her favorite song--

a Belarusian resistance song.

She's a war child from Belarus. This is her song.

[woman] I will not sing it!

She loved Russian songs!

[Anna] Nonsense!

[in Russian] Why can't it be a nice Jewish song?

[woman in Russian] Quiet, everyone!

Let's not yell.

[all arguing in Russian]

[Anna] I said Belarusian! Period!

[accordion playing]

[all singing in Russian]

[Anna] What is this?

[Anna] Where's Lilya?

[man 2] That Lilya?

- [Vic] Did you dig any other graves today? - [Dima] Where's my aunt, guys?

[man 1] We buried one other person right there.

[man 2] Over here, about 30 minutes ago, and this one here.

[Anna] Everyone, pick up your flowers and let's move!

[Dima] What the hell, guys?

[Anna] This is not Lilya's grave! The next one!

[Dima in English] Where? Here?

- [woman] I'm not going anywhere! - [man 2] Right over there.

[woman] My legs are in pain! I'm freezing!

- [Dima] One more time for my sweet Lilya! - What are you doing?

[Dima in English] This is my aunt.

[woman] Everyone, we're moving to that grave!

[Anna] Everyone, come back!

[Dima] Here's the grave! Let's do it!

[Dima] Let's do one more song for Aunt Lilya!

[Grandpa] Should I read again?

[Anna] Yes, absolutely! Go!

[Grandpa speaking in Russian]

[Anna speaks Russian]

I won't sing it! She loved...

[all singing in Russian]

[man 1 in English] You know, folks around here froze like a motherfucker.

Yes, indeed.

Fuckin' Siberia.

- [Vic] My grandfather's girlfriend. - [man 1] Oh, wow.

- [Vic] Oh, thank you. - [man 1 laughs]

[man 1] Well, at least Grandpa still had it.

You better not blow that in my face.

- [Dima] Help me, please. - We apologize for the inconvenience.

- What, man? - We apologize for the inconvenience.

I am too, man. Cool.

- Good luck, guys! - [Vic] All right, thanks, guys.

[Dima] Nice job!

Ooh, fucking Siberia.

Fuckin' Wisconsin.

Ooh. This is cold.

Oh, gosh.

Help me, please. Give me cigarette.

- Cigarette? I can't-- - [Vic] I got it.

Ooh.

[Dima] Fucking Siberia.

[Dima] Why Wisconsin? America very big.

[Tracy] Oh, boy.

[Grandpa] She spoke and sang in Yiddish.

Belarusians, Russians, Jews, and Poles lived in harmony.

Everyone was friends in that conflict-free zone.

- [Vic] Now we're getting evicted. - [in English] What is it?

Let's go to Lilya's apartment. Lilya's!

It would've made her happy.

[knocking]

Hello? How are you?

How can I help you?

Uh, Dima. 702.

Lilya died.

Buried, you know. Um...

We want to sit at table.

Drink, eat, uh,

talk about Lilya after funeral, you know.

In her apartment, her place.

How can I help you?

We have key, and he's going past place,

- but lock on door, you know. - [Vic] Yeah, my grandpa burnt...

- the chicken today. - This is no fire. Just chicken.

[Dima] Chicken, smoke. This is not fire.

- How can I help you? - Can you open the door, please?

No, I cannot open the door. How can I help you?

Ah, whoa, whoa, whoa. Lilya, my aunt, died.

I'm nephew. You can open the door, please?

- In your apartment? - No, I cannot.

You'll have to call the manager's office.

What? Whoa, whoa, whoa. I-I come from Russia.

This is real far. To be with my aunt.

She died.

My only relative.

I orphan.

I'm sorry about your aunt, but I cannot help you.

You'll have to call the manager's office on Monday.

Okay, I understand.

Rules. Rules are rules, I understand.

[Dima] I understand.

You have nice tat.

- Thanks. - I have too.

[guard chuckles]

Nice.

Like it? That's my girlfriend.

She break my heart. My first love.

She cheated me, my friend.

Yeah. Best.

What I do now?

Tattoo have. Girlfriend, no.

I have different tat.

- Another girlfriend? - Worse. Same girlfriend.

[laughter]

Cool. Thank God.

I cannot open the door.

You will have to wait until Monday when the manager's office open.

[guard] Yes, rules are rules.

My best friend, here, walking, night,

his wife, and hooligan attack.

He defended his wife.

And knife, like this.

And here, boom, right here.

Yeah. And here, you know.

That's what you guys do in y'all country? Definitely don't want to go there.

I show you mine, you show me yours?

[guard] I don't think so.

[Dima laughs] Come on, show me yours.

- I don't think so. - Why not?

- Get off my desk. - Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry.

I have one beautiful tat on my leg.

- [guard] No. Uh, hey, hey. - [Vic] Come on, Dima--

- [Dima] Relax, man. - Keep your pants on.

And get out of here.

[Dima] Show me your tat, please.

Mom, I'll take the couch out before the recital.

I'm getting a second line. They need me at the office?

What, they want me to come in now?

- [Dima] Who is "A"? - [guard] Aaron.

- Who is this Aaron? - My boyfriend.

You have boyfriend? You together, you happy?

You... Cool life, yeah? [hits table]

- [guard] No. - What happened?

He was a creep.

[Dima] I know you. You and me, we're the same.

I think I feel you.

You're like me, you know? I really feel you.

- I know you. - Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

- [bell ringing] - [woman speaking in Russian]

I know you.

- [singing Russian folk song] - [accordion playing]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

[James] The first day I laid my eyes on her, I knew I loved her. I knew it.

And she felt the same way.

I fell in love at first sight.

I've been trying to get in touch with her,

I've been trying my best

to try to just, just hear her voice

to talk to her...

I still love her.

I loved her, man.

Love is blind sometimes, okay.

So what made her so special?

It's the way she treated me,

and it's the way she loved me,

and it's the way she took-- the way she cared for me.

And I haven't met a woman since, until now.

Yeah, you still want this cigarette?

Yeah. Thank you.

You got it, man.

♪ Your life'll never be the same ♪

[Vic] So you "sing" sing, but you don't "sing" sing?

[Tracy] No. I'm-- You know...

I'm not really, you know.

- I don't really "sing" sing. - [Vic] Oh, oh, oh, okay.

Kinda like how, you know, I don't really "walk" walk.

- You know? - [Vic and Tracy laugh]

[Vic] Just like I don't "drive" drive.

- Right, exactly. - [laughter]

Kinda like how you're, like, not on time.

- [Vic] Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Exactly.

- [Tracy laughs] - [Vic] Yeah, Ma.

[Vic] I told you I'm on the way. All right, I'll see you later.

Ma, I can't talk. Can't talk. I gotta go. I gotta go.

Hey, you remember what you were sayin' to that guy?

Somethin' about, like, the records?

Were you makin' that up?

- No, not at all. - You know you can download for free.

I'm well aware that, thank you,

but it's just, it's something about vinyls, you know.

A certain type of quality.

People nowadays, they don't, they don't hear it.

- It's almost like their deaf. - Vinyl? That's like your thing?

That's like what you're into and stuff?

I mean, clearly, 'cause you got a whole box of it just sittin' here.

My sister was just holding onto them.

She's moving right now, and, uh...

You know, I'm movin' out.

[Vic] Really?

Yeah.

I'm movin' in with my boyfriend.

That's pretty cool.

[laughs] This chair is broken.

I can't even move around. I ain't movin' no-damn-where.

- I'm sorry about that. - I can't get around my house.

[dispatcher over radio] You need to bring the van back to base, now.

They want the van here on the lot.

- Do you copy that? - All right, all right, I'm on my way.

They're gonna call the police and report the van stolen

if it's not here in the next 20 minutes.

Okay, okay. Let me just drop 'em off and I'll be right there.

You need to hurry up and get that van here,

'cause they will report the van stolen.

- [groans] - [Tracy] Damn, man, what's goin' on?

Just some bullshit at work. Fuck it.

Fuck it.

It's fine. Fuck it.

- [laughs] - "Fuck it", right, Steve?

- [Steve vocalizes] - [Vic and Tracy laugh]

Fuck it.

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it.

[Martin] They need to go to the grocery store, you.

They have to go to dialysis, you.

They have to get home, it's you.

But if you're 30, 40 fuckin' minutes late,

I can't have that. They can't do what you can do.

That's why you're doing what you're doing.

That's why you have that job.

I give you chance after chance, and all you give me is your ass.

- How you doin'? - Good, good.

- You seen Martin? - Yeah, he's in the break room.

Looks like you fucked up big time this time.

I did everything I could to help you.

- All right. - All right.

[Vic] I really need this job.

I got way too much bullshit on my mind. I got a grandfather at home--

[Martin] Nobody gives a shit about your grandfather.

Your grandfather's not my problem. That's your problem.

You're supposed to take care of your grandfather.

I don't think you give a fuck about nobody but yourself.

You care about yourself.

- That's absolutely not true. - Give me my fucking key.

Okay, so when you run late--

- Quinton! - Yes?

He has to take up your slack.

[Quinton] Vic has a lot going on with his grandfather.

And I got a lot going on, too. When that phone rings,

I have to take up your slack.

How can I take up your slack when you're out fucking off?

My problem is to run this company.

My problem is to make sure that you have a job.

[metal rattling]

If you can't give me what I want, how can I give you what you want?

[rattling continues]

- [rattling] - [inaudible]

[woman] We are four drivers short for the disco party pickup.

Would you like me to cancel it?

[Martin] We'll take care of it. Vic!

[Ben]...grilled feta cheese omelet. Then they brought me soup.

- Then they brought me a cheese steak... - [Martin] It's your lucky break.

...with fries and onion rings.

Then they brought me, like, some more soup.

Some chicken dumplings. Chicken noodle soup.

They just kept feeding me. What the fuck took you so long?

They kept bringing me food.

Apple pie, man, with ice cream on it.

What do you expect's gonna happen?

I'm never gonna lose weight that way.

But then you leave me in my favorite restaurant.

Six fucking hours. I got a girl, man. You know that?

She's absolutely beautiful.

- How the hell do you know? - Touched her lips, man.

Touched her lips. That's how I see in this world.

She changed my luck, man.

Shit, the other day,

she got me to fucking dance and I can barely stand up.

You know, I've been going through so much shit, man,

since my dad died.

- What is this? What're you doin'? - It's ours, man.

What do you mean, ours? What's ours?

- Try open. - Open what?

- What is this? - [Dima] It's ours.

Where'd you get this?

It's ours.

I want to know where you got it.

My aunt, my money. Open the cabbage.

- What do you mean? - Try to open the cabbage, man.

- This? - [Dima] Open. Try it.

Try it. Try it!

- More, try it. - [Vic speaking Russian]

Get up. Get up. Get up.

- No, no. - No what?

- What are you doing? - Under the bed.

Up, lift it, lift it! Come on!

What the fuck are you looking for?

No, other side. Come on.

Lift it.

She's gonna fall.

Higher!

[in English] What the fuck are you doing?

Keep it up!

- Fucking hurry up! - [laughs]

[Dima] Oppa, we got it, man.

[Vic] Come on. Get dressed. I've got to go to work.

Oh, sorry, sorry.

It's my money. My aunt, my money.

It's my money. My aunt, my money.

I only relative, you know?

I don't get it, who get it?

- [Vic] Come on. Let's go. - [Dima] Who get it?

- [Vic] I'm running late for work already. - [Dima] Managers.

- Let's go. - I give you share, man.

- Share of what? - We split.

- [Grandpa speaks Russian] - [Vic] No.

[Dima] Hello, my darling.

What do you need from the kitchen?

What? Come on, Grandpa. What?

- [Vic] Grandpa, come on... - [Dima in Russian] Good, good.

[in Russian] All right, let's go. Last one.

- [Dima] Through the... Go. - [Vic] Chicken, really?

[Vic speaking Russian]

[Vic] Yeah, give me-- Give me the chicken.

- [Vic speaks Russian] - [Dima] Mwah.

- So, no luck in love. - [Vic] Let's get out of here.

- [Vic] Come on. - [Dima] Okay.

[guard] Y'all not supposed to be in here.

No luck in love today.

Today, no luck in love.

[guard] You guys are not supposed to be here.

- Get the hell out of here. - [door closes]

[guard] Oh, yeah, you're weak today, motherfucker.

[laughs]

[door closes]

[piano playing classical music]

You're really killing me right now, okay?

You just, you have no patience.

You with this-- You with this damn couch, Ma.

Give me ten minutes and I'll be right there, okay?

You can't be pressuring me like this...

[piano playing]

[no audible dialogue]

[woman singing in Italian]

[speaks Russian]

Dima.

[Vic's mother] What's going on?

[music stops]

[in Russian] What are you doing?

- [Vic] Dima. Dima. - [Vic's mother] Dima.

Always chicken. It's an obsession.

- Oh, smoked fish! - Vic, sit down. Eat something.

I have a recital today. At least stay for the rehearsal.

Talk to me. I never see you.

All I know is that you drive all the time.

We came to America 25 years ago. We did it for our children.

My husband died here. His dad.

There are two of them, him and his sister.

[Dima] A daughter? How old is she? Married?

She's a young widow.

We've been through so much.

Dima, love, have a positive influence on him.

He's 25 and look at what he does.

His grandpa was a scientist, his dad a famous conductor.

We arrived, with zero English, nada.

Everything is on me.

I've been saving up to help him.

All by myself.

We sacrificed everything-- our apartment, our friends, our culture.

What did we do all that for? That was done for his sake.

I never asked you to do anything. I don't know why you did it.

[vocalizing]

- Be nice to your mother. - We got to take the couch.

Sit down and spend quality time with your mother.

We just ate at the wake! Come on, go, go get the couch.

[Vic's mother] Wait!

- [crashes] - [mother screams]

[Grandpa] Oy!

- [Grandpa speaks Russian] - Mom, I...

When we were in Prague, my husband bought it.

I'm so sorry.

We were close to concert.

[in Russian] Must be very expensive.

[in Russian] Like the shards of my life!

It was such a wonderful concert.

We took a long walk after the concert.

Right around Kafka's home.

Such a precious memento.

This is a nightmare!

Sit down, Dima.

- Driving this van... - Your daughter, where is she?

[Vic's mother] She's a nurse. In the black part of town.

Her hands are like his-- musician's hands.

Your hands are perfect for cello.

[Dima] I was torn between cello and boxing!

I'm kidding-- 37 fights, I dreamed of the Olympics. I also wanted to box.

[Vic's mother] Yeah, right, some boxer you'd make.

He should've been a musician-- it was in his blood.

- [mother] Touch my hand. You see? - [Vic] What happened?

- [mother] Damaged from too much playing. - [Vic] Yeah.

It hurts terribly when I play. I need surgery.

I've been saving money for you. What money, Mom?

I want you to go to school.

Mom, I'm not going to school. I'm fine, and I don't need your money.

I never asked you to save any money for me. Please. I'm begging you.

- I've saved up enough already. - You shouldn't do that.

All these savings-- What's the point of it?

You have no future!

This is a nightmare!

- This damn recital tonight... - Mom, I'm done with this!

Leave me alone, please! I'm begging you!

Push it!

I want the very best for you. I want you to be happy!

I'm happy!

I'm begging you, stop driving that van.

These poor hands... I'm doing this all for you.

I just want you to be happy!

[continues in Russian]

[Sasha] Mom, why is he doing this?

[mother] I have a recital tonight, I need space.

He's not a mover.

You're crazy carrying this. You're five months pregnant.

- [Sasha] Three months. - Even worse. You're crazy.

Dima, what the fuck?

- And where am I going to sleep? - [mother] With me, in my bed.

[Sasha laughs]

[woman in English] Eva! Eva, please. Eva, please!

[in English] Where is my glasses? My glasses.

Oh, again, I don't know. Where is my glasses?

My, God. My glasses, my glasses.

[singing in Italian]

[no audible dialogue]

[piano playing classical music]

Do you have any salt?

[Vic] Salt?

[Sasha speaks Russian]

[grunts]

Let me, let me, let me, let me.

[Sasha] So sorry. [laughs] So sorry.

I'm such a fool.

[sniffs, coughs]

Salt cabbage.

[piano continues playing]

Take off your clothes.

Try it on.

[laughing]

Oh, my God.

[Sasha] You look great.

[Sasha in Russian] So cool.

Wait, what are you doing?

- Dima. - [Dima speaks Russian]

- Dima, where you going? - [in English] Mama.

Mama? You can't leave the couch like this.

- This is normal. - I can't--

People sit down, eats, eats, drink beer, this is cool.

Not in America. It's not normal.

Pick up the couch. Don't go inside. Come here.

Where?

Just keep going. I'll tell you.

[Vic] Left. Left.

Left! Left!

- [Dima] How long? - [Vic] 10 miles.

[Dima] Fuck you.

- [in Russian] Let's leave it here. Enough. - Keep going!

[in Russian] It's a good couch. Why get rid of it?

[in English] Is this real true, husband to your sister die?

Yeah.

Left.

When?

Two months ago.

- Why? - Heart attack.

[in Russian] "We are the champions."

[John Lee Hooker's "Serves You Right" playing]

America. [speaks Russian]

[Martin] Hey, your got your sugar mama yet?

[Vic] What's up?

- [Martin] Don't you be late now. - [Vic laughs]

[Vic] I owe you one.

[Martin] You bet your ass you do.

[James] Talk to me.

That's what I'm here for.

You're just like my son.

I'm talking to you like I would talk to my son.

'Cause I love you, son.

And you're not even my son.

What, you're one of the nicest kids I ever met.

You're respectful,

you're honest,

and you're dependable.

And anything you need to know, you ask me.

And if I don't know, I'll be damned if I don't find out.

To tell you. That's what fathers are for.

When I was your age,

I had plenty of ambition.

Why don't you have any?

Not once have you told me,

"I want to do this."

"I want to do that." "I wanted to be this."

"I wanted to be that." Why?

I'm just asking you a question, man-to-man.

Or father to son.

Like I do my own son.

Can you answer that for me?

I don't know yet. Uh...

I guess I didn't find my purpose yet.

You know, some things you just can't explain.

It just happens.

And when good things happens, you got to grab it

with all you got and try to keep it the best way you can.

I'm telling you the facts, not fiction.

What I know.

I know you're young.

- But you're not dumb. - [laughs]

Be yourself.

The most important part about life

is livin'-- That's what you know how.

You got the rest of your life

until you die to be something.

'Cause at the end,

it's gonna wind up and something, or nothing?

What do you want out of life?

Man-to-man?

[knocking on door]

Something or nothing?

[Clayton] Oh, look who it is?

The runaway!

- [Vic] Yeah, sorry about that. - [Clayton laughs]

- [Clayton] Ran away, huh? - Can I come in for a second?

- [Clayton] I guess you need Trace, huh? - [Vic] Yeah.

- [laughter] - [Vic] You can have a sleepover.

[Clayton] Look-- Look what you did.

- Yeah, man, sorry about that. - Just ran away on me.

I was really in a rush this morning.

- [Clayton] Yeah, okay. - [Tracy's mom] Hey!

- [Vic] Hi, how are you? - How are you?

- Sorry to kind of barge in... - [Clayton] Trace!

- ...and intrude in on your dinner. - Oh, hi.

- I just have... - [Clayton] Trace!

- I need Tracy for a minute. - [Clayton] Your ride is here!

- Okay. - I kind of have a surprise for her.

- [Clayton] Your ride! - [sister] How about you come join us?

What? I can't, I'm with my grandfather right now.

- Wait. Come here. - I only want to stop by for a moment.

- Bring your grandpa in. - Just put the mattress here.

I'd like to meet him.

[Vic] Thank you, guys, for having us.

- It is enough. - That's enough?

- Enough, yeah. - All right.

[Vic] Sorry about earlier, man, I didn't mean to leave you hangin' like that.

[Clayton] Man, it's all, it's all right.

- It's just the thing. - [Vic] For a first start, it's good.

What's going on with the protest?

[Vic] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[Tracy's mom] Oh, hey, there's the girl!

- [Tracy] Hey, Mama. - [Vic] Hey.

- [aunt] They're destroying the city. - [Tracy's mom] Hi, honey.

[Tracy's mom] Why don't you come on in?

- [Vic] Hey. - [Tracy] Hey.

Actually, I have a little present for you,

I guess, for my fuck up today.

- [Tracy laughs] - I borrowed it from a friend, temporarily.

At least until you get yours fixed.

So at least we can go to the disco tonight.

- Okay. Well, I mean, I guess that works. - Cool?

- Yeah. [laughs] - Cool. All right.

- Um, okay. - Here, let me help you get to the chair.

All right. Okay.

[Clayton] Y'all gonna force-- Now you're gonna force me to eat?

[Clayton] You don't want to partake-- You don't want to participate in my life,

but you want to force me to eat.

This plate is clean?

[Clayton] What's up, man? Get out here.

[Tracy] Where you goin'?

Um... Buckley.

[Tracy] Uh...no, you're not.

[Tracy] Where you goin'?

Now you want to sound interested in my life?

I'm just sayin', there's a lot of shit goin' on in the neighborhood.

Why y'all goin' out at this time of night?

I'm going to the studio, I told you that! Monday through Friday, I go to the studio!

[Tracy] Since when is the studio a job?

That is my job. That is my career.

- That is my focus. - [aunt] Lay off my nephew.

[Tracy] How is it your career, if you ain't makin' no money?

I am not makin' no money, I'm puttin' money.

- I'm investing. - [Tracy's sister] Be a star.

- That ain't no job. - What do you mean, it's not no job?

- It's not a job. - [grandma] Tracy, believe in him.

It's your career, but he's not making any money off of it.

- So how is it a career? - [Tracy's mom] That's not work.

[Clayton] It's like this-- I don't have support from y'all.

- [Clayton] Right? Nope. - [aunt] I support you, Nephew.

Oh, you don't have support? No, no, no, no, no, no.

You don't have support, but yet I pay all the bills in here,

and you live under this roof.

So you have all the support, son.

[Clayton] So you have the right to tell me that--

- Absolutely. Absolutely. - [Clayton] I-- What you mean?

As long as you live under this roof and I'm paying these bills, absolutely.

- [Clayton] Straight like that? - [Tracy] Yes.

I thought you would be the one who would feel me though.

[Tracy] It's too late for y'all to be goin' out.

KP, where y'all goin'? Where y'all goin' tonight?

And you better keep it 100 with me, you know better.

You know when he with me,

you ain't got to worry about nothing negative.

We out here sellin' our CDs and just doing some positive.

- We came up with somethin' good. - Y'all tryin' to do something good?

[KP] Makin' money the fast way.

The fast way? Of course y'all makin' money the fast way.

Put me on front like that, in front of the family.

Y'all better show me somethin' or else Clay ain't goin' nowhere.

- [Clayton] We could show you right now. - Okay, well, then do it.

- [Tracy's sister] Superstars. - [Clayton] Okay. They want to test me.

[slow hip-hop beat with heels to ground and vocalizing]

[KP] ♪ One, two, three, uh, nigga ♪

- ♪ Playa, you know who I be ♪ - ♪ Who I be ♪

- ♪ Fast money, get it In the streets ♪ - ♪ In the streets ♪

- ♪ In the studio, studio with P ♪ - ♪ P ♪

♪ But when I pull up notice me ♪

- [both] ♪ Notice me ♪ - [KP] Oh!

[Clayton] Yeah, there you-- There you go!

[boys celebrating, laughing]

See, I told you what kind of music you was gonna me makin'.

Ma, I'm 18. I'm not 17 no more.

Y'all can go, 'cause y'all makin' too much noise.

A'ight, we out of here. Peace.

- Bye. - Nice meetin' you.

[all saying good-byes]

[Tracy's sister] So mine says, "He who hurries cannot walk with dignity."

- [Tracy] That's a good one. - [Vic] Mm-hmm.

[Tracy] So mine says,

"The one good thing about repeating your mistakes

is that you know when to cringe."

I think that makes sense, right?

It does. Somebody ought to know.

[laughter]

[Tracy's sister] "Wisdom comes from experience."

Hey, hey, hey!

- [Tracy's grandma] Really. - [Tracy's mom] It sure does.

I asked you to keep on sittin' down

'cause I want, I want to tell you a story, okay?

My kids, they don't know how I am.

They don't understand

why I'm like I am in life.

They don't.

And, you know,

they knew of their father,

but not long enough,

and the thing is, is with their dad,

he... he...

He-he-- He was, um...

He was a gambler.

And then after I found out that he was a gambler...

They don't know.

[sobbing] And I don't know. Oh, can I tell him?

Should I tell him?

[Tracy's mom weeping] I was embarrassed.

I was so embarrassed.

I didn't think they would love me no more.

My God...

I'm so sorry.

[Tracy's aunt] You know we love you.

"The sure way to predict the future is to invent it."

That is the truth.

[continues sobbing]

[Tracy's aunt] Oh, Sis, we love you.

- Roll the paper... - [Tracy] Mm-hmm.

[paper crinkling]

And just grab it right there.

- Grab some tape... - [Tracy] Mm-hmm.

On point of tape, and...

[Vic] Yeah.

So all you have to do is kind of spin it,

and I'll try to catch the track.

- [Tracy] Okay. - So...

Just spin it like this?

Yeah.

So let's try to get it goin'.

[scratchy music plays]

Whoops.

Keep it goin', come on.

[scratchy music playing with vocals]

- Didn't we just fuck up the record? - [Vic] Totally.

- [both laugh] - All kinds of fuckin' up.

Oh, wait, now my hand in the way.

Okay, here we go.

- Here, hold my hand right there. - [warped music playing intermittently]

[Bon Iver's "Holocene" playing]

[both vocalizing to music]

[laughs]

[Vic] Hey, so, uh, what's up with the sword?

[Tracy] It's a gift for my boyfriend.

[Vic sniffs] Why a sword?

[Tracy, dopey voice] I don't know.

[both laughing]

[Vic] Nice. Very nice.

[Tracy] No. Uh, he collects them, so...

[Vic] Oh, yeah? He's got a big collection?

[Tracy] Hmm? This is his first one, so...

[both laugh]

[Vic] Does he know he collects them?

[Tracy laughs]

Shit, he does now!

[both laugh]

- [food sizzling] - [Grandpa speaking Russian]

- [Tracy's grandma] Oh! - [Grandpa] Da!

[Tracy's grandma] Well, my family cooks chicken.

[Grandpa continues speaking Russian]

- I'll help. - [Grandpa speaks Russian]

[Tracy's grandma] Plus, I learned to cook chicken with my grandma,

- but not like that. - [Grandpa in English] Yes, you're right.

No. You're taking me back to my childhood.

It smells like fried chicken.

[Tracy's grandma] I wish the children of today

had learned to cook with their parents,

- their grandparents, and-- - [Grandpa] Yes. Yes.

- [Grandpa speaks Russian] - [Tracy's grandma] Yes. Heh.

[Tracy's grandma] They know nothing about cooking.

[yelling in Russian]

- [Tracy's grandma] Children and food. - [Grandpa giggling]

Children and food, that's what we need.

- Yes. Yes. - [Grandpa] Oh...

[techno music playing over speakers]

[Tracy] We can't move in together because you want to try something new?

I already got boxes packed.

My family knows I'm movin' in with you.

So what are you talkin' about right now?

- They're not gonna kick you out. - I can't go back there.

Don't you understand that? Look at me.

Look at me.

What do you see?

You can't be playin' with people like this!

I want to try something new. I want to get out.

This whole thing doesn't even make sense to me right now!

What are you...?

[argument fades]

[Tracy] You are a grown-ass man.

[techno music continues playing]

[Michelle] You're on fire!

[Michelle continues indistinctly]

[Tracy] Vic? Vic, can you take me home?

Can you take me home?

[metallic rattling]

[Tracy] I don't understand anything that you're saying.

Mom, calm down. Mom, calm down.

Please. Please. Calm down.

Okay. I'm on my-- I'm on my way home.

I'm on my way home. Bye.

[Tracy's mom] Stop!

Stop, driver! Stop!

- [Vic] Calm down. - Mom, calm down. Step back.

- Mom, step back! - [Tracy's mom] Get him out!

[Tracy] Get who out?

[stammers] Get-- Get-- Clayton's been locked up.

Why you springin' this up on me?

You're bringin' up somethin' on me. What is this?

I ain't always bringing jack up on you.

He was out there with his friends, protesting.

[Tracy's mom] It's a thousand dollars. It's on you.

[Tracy] Why do I have to go get him? I don't have no thousand dollars!

- I don't either. - That's on you!

- Why don't you go get him? - Miss Whoop-Dee-Do that's got her money,

that's gonna be leavin' her family...

- ...that's gonna be leaving us. - Mom, step back so I can talk to you.

'Cause you're not makin' no sense right now.

You have got to go and get your brother.

And that's that.

- Why? - Because I'm cold.

What the fuck? Come back over here.

I'm cold and I'm motherfuckin' sick and tired.

[door whirring]

Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom.

[door clangs, slides closed]

[metallic rattling]

[singing in Italian]

- [applause] - Ma. Ma.

Ma. Ma. Ma. [speaks Russian]

[whispering in English] I have a friend who's in trouble, Mom.

That's all you need to know right now.

You need to find $5,000. Can you do that for me?

- [in English] I will do but tell me... - Can you do that?

- ...what happened? And for whom? - Mom, I just have a friend in trouble.

I save it for you.

I just need to help somebody, okay?

And you need to help me right now. Can you do that for me?

Mom, please. Please do that for me.

Please, Mom. Will you just go?

- Fine, fine. Please. - But it's a concert. What can we do?

[scoffs] Mom, I really need your help tonight.

- [Vic's mom speaking Russian] - [Vic] Mom, it's for a friend.

[Vic] Just listen to me. Just trust me. Please.

Please, I need it right now.

[speaks Russian]

I need it. Really, I have a friend who's in trouble. I need--

- [both speak Russian] - [Vic] It's okay.

It's okay. It's an emergency.

[in Russian] Sasha, please help.

- What is it? - Can you do the accompaniment?

- I don't want to. - Please.

We had this conversation before. I won't play.

Please.

[in English] I won't play, Mom.

"Nel Cor Piu Non Mi Sento."

Grazie.

[clears throat]

[sighs]

[playing "Nel Cor Piu Non Mi Sento" on piano]

[singing in Italian]

[in English] Where's the money?

- Mom, where is it? - [in English] I think where I put it.

[door squeaks]

Where's the money, Mom?

[in English] I put it in couch.

- What? - [Dima] What's up?

Mom, where's the money?

[in English] He wants the money.

I want to give him, but we put in the sofa.

What's up?

The money's in the fucking--

- The money's in the couch. - In the sofa.

[laughter]

Dima, Dima, Dima, Dima.

- [Dima] Whoo! - [Vic] Dima...

- [Dima laughs] - [Vic] Dima. Dima.

- [Dima speaks Russian] - [Vic] Dima, listen.

- Couch, money. - [Vic] Listen to me.

- What money? - Tracy's brother is in trouble.

He needs the money. Can you help me?

- [door creaks] - [Dima laughing]

- [Vic] Do you have any money? - [Dima] Of course.

How much you got?

- How much you need? - 5K.

[Dima blows raspberry]

[Dima in Russian] No problem, man.

[Dima laughing]

[applause in apartment]

[Sasha] Vic...

[in English] Where you going?

Vic...

[Dima in Russian] Is 1K enough?

[Vic in English] I hope so.

[Dima laughs]

I drive there every day. Nothing's gonna happen.

[Sasha] I work there.

Nothing's gonna happen, I'm telling you.

- What are you doing? - I'm coming with you.

- No, you're not. - You know I am.

Fine, suit yourself.

Vic, we got to go to the station, please.

We're going.

[door opens] [Dima] Oppa!

All my favorite people!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Rumble in the jungle!

[laughs] In red corner, Tracy--

How your last name? Oh, easy. Easy, partner.

[speaks Russian] Funny guy, yeah?

- How your last name? - Holmes.

[Dima] In the red corner, lady...

[Dima] Tracy Holmes.

In the blue corner, Victor Funny Guy.

- [tires screeching] - It's show time.

[Dima] Ladies and gentlemen, let's go.

Fight! Whoo! Last, this is for you.

- You stole it from my mom? - No, just...

I borrowed the flowers. I'll give them back.

[Tracy] Those are nice flowers.

- You like it? - Yes.

- This is for you. - Oh, no, no, no.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Take it. Take it. I show you.

One, two, three, four, five... 38.

I give you one. This is good.

This leaves 37. No?

It's a superstition, you know? An even number of flowers

in Russia is for the dead only.

- [Tracy] Oh... - Why are you so cheap?

- I cheap? - Yes, you're cheap.

- [Tracy laughs] No, no. - Yes. Yes.

- Thank you. - I not cheap.

I give you one present. This is for you, too.

- Come on. Oppa, oppa, oppa. - [Tracy] Oh, no.

- [laughs] - [Dima] Cool, cool.

[Dima] Today, present.

I give it, Pantaleon, I give it today.

Today, I give it.

I give it.

Flowers, Pantaleon, money.

I can give you my best shirt.

- Take it. - [Tracy] Why?

Because...

I met you.

Why you look at me like...?

You jealous?

Why would I be jealous?

- Vic, are you going the right way? - [Vic] Yeah.

- [Dima] Yes. I know you. - You do?

Yes.

I know you very well.

[chuckles] What do you know about me?

This is place, you know? Animal.

I feel you. Animal. Soul.

What, are you some type of mystic?

[Dima] No mystic. One guy. Very small guy. A wise guy.

He tell me one story.

This soul, my place, this is my stomach.

It's my soul. Your stomach.

Your soul. Your soul.

This is place, you know?

Animal.

I feel you. Animal, soul. You soul, you soul.

All people have. My stomach tell me.

Yes. Tell me.

What does your stomach tell you about me?

Uh... [speaks Russian]

[in English] All good, you know?

We good, too. All cool. All good. Yes.

Like what? Tell me something.

I like you.

- Right. - I know you.

I know you. And I know you.

I know you. I know you. I know you.

[Vic] And I know you, Dima.

What do you mean?

[Tracy] How long till we get to the station?

We're on our way. Dima, did you hear me?

I said I know you. Don't fuck with her.

She's been through enough.

Vic...

[Tracy] You know where you're going, right, Vic?

- Yeah. - What the fuck do you--

Sash... [speaks Russian] [in English] I know him.

[Tracy] Vic, do you know where you're going?

Don't fuck with her. Yeah, I know.

[Dima] What-- What are you talking about?

I know exactly what I'm talking about.

[Tracy] Vic, just get us there.

[chuckles]

What happened with you, man? What the fuck--

I know exactly who you are.

Tell me, how are you explaining to do that again?

What the fuck your problem, man?

[Vic] You are my problem.

[Tracy] Vic, up there, you got to make a right.

Just leave her alone, okay?

Who you talking to? Who do you think I am?

How are you even related to Lilya?

[in Russian] What's Lilya got to do with any of this?

[in Russian] Where'd you get the dough?

[Tracy] The station's up here. You got to make this turn.

Keep going. Keep going. Keep going.

Where'd you get the money from?

[in Russian] You're a fucking scam artist!

[Dima in English] I don't need this shit.

[Dima] Fucking take it. For you, motherfucker.

Fuck you.

[in Russian] Asshole.

[crowd chanting]

[Tracy] Station's up here.

[protestors banging on van]

[Dima] Whoa.

[crowd chanting] Work so hard! We must stand! Let our people go!

Work so hard! We must stand! Let our people go!

[Dima] Go home! Let me alone!

Get out of here! Go!

Stop! Go home!

- What the fuck's going on here? - [chanting continues]

[Dima] Get out of here! Leave them alone!

Get out of here!

Go home! Go home!

No, no, no, no! Enough! Enough!

[crowd] We must stand! Let our people go!

Work so hard! We must stand! Let our people go!

[Dima] Please. Please, go home.

Move, move. Go home. Move, move.

[crowd] Work so hard! We must stand!

- Let our people go! Work so hard! - [Tracy] Excuse me.

We must stand! Let our people go!

Work so hard! We must stand!

[Dima] Thank you.

[Dima] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Please.

[crowd] Work so hard! We must stand! Let our people go!

- [Dima whistles] - [Tracy] Excuse me.

[Tracy] Coming down, guys. Excuse me.

[Tracy] Excuse me, you guys.

Excuse me, you guys.

[Tracy] Officer! Officer, excuse me!

Officer, I need to get in there. My brother's in there.

- I need to get in there. - [officer] You can't come through here.

What do you mean I can't go through there?

I got to go in there. Officer. My brother's locked up in there.

I have his bail. I can go in there.

[officer] Can't you see what's going on out here?

I understand that, but I'm only here for my brother.

I promise you. Sir, I have to go in there.

- [officer] No can do. - I have his bail.

I have his bail. That is unconstitutional!

Now you're messing with my rights.

You can't come in the building.

I have every right to go in there. I have his bail.

I have a right to go in there. Do you understand?

[crowd chanting] Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets! Whose streets?

- It is my right to go in there. - Please step back, okay?

What do you mean step back? Does it look like I can step back?

[officer] You can't get in the building.

[crowd continues chanting]

[Dima] Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, guys.

You big like a mountain. Relax.

Ha, watch. Look. Look at me.

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

[crowd] Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

You cannot hold him! I have his bail right here!

[officer] Lady, I'm sorry.

Stop telling me that you're sorry and let me in there!

[chanting continues] Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

It's my right to go in there! I have his bail!

What else am I supposed to do?

Whose streets? Our streets!

- I'm not supposed to be here. - You think I want to be out here?

What do you want me to do?

You will not fuck up my brother's life!

[screams]

Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

You will not fuck up my life!

- I need to get in there right now! - Whose streets? Our streets!

- [gunshots] - Right now!

[people clamoring and screaming]

[officer] Drop the gun now! Drop the gun!

Drop the gun!

- [Sasha] Vic! Vic! - [Tracy] Please stop!

- [Sasha] Stop this! - [Tracy] Vic!

[Sasha] Vic, Vic! Vic!

- [Sasha] No! - [Tracy] Vic!

Let me go!

Let me fuckin' go!

[officer on bullhorn] You will immediately disperse.

You may move to L Street East.

If you do not do so, you will be arrested.

If you refuse to move, chemical agents

and other weapons will be used.

[crowd chanting] Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Once again. You will immediately disperse.

If you do not do so, you will be arrested.

If you refuse to move, chemical agents

- and other weapons will be used. - [laughing]

Our streets! Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Yes! Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

Whose streets? Our streets!

You must not interfere with...

[metallic rattling]

[Vic] How do you do this?

[Tracy] I mean, I just do.

I do what I do just like everybody else does.

I'm not sure even what you're asking.

I mean, what I do ain't different from anybody else.

I do what I want, that's for sure.

I mean, I can go wherever I want.

I can go to Chicago.

Got a bunch of folks in Chi-town, you know?

[Vic chuckles]

But I choose to stay here.

May not like it all the time, but it's my choice.

You know?

You know, my mom's a little rough around the edges and stuff,

but who else is gonna take care of her?

[warped music playing]

That's why I do what I do.

How do you do it?

[warped music continues]

[warped music playing]

[Vic and Tracy laugh]

[Bon Iver's "Holocene" playing]

[metallic rattling in van]

[James] God got a purpose for everything.

We might not know what it is,

but each and every day, there's a purpose for everything.

At least I think so.

That's just my opinion.

Everything is done for a reason.

Least that's what they say, so...

Who am I to question that, you know?

♪ You fucked it friend It's on its head ♪

♪ It struck the street ♪

[James] Just got to try to live your life

the best you know how.

♪ You're in Milwaukee off your feet ♪

You know?

And you'll be okay.

♪ At once I knew ♪

♪ I was not magnificent ♪

Anything else?

♪ Strayed above the highway aisle ♪

♪ Jagged vacance thick with ice ♪

♪ And I could see for miles miles, miles ♪

♪ 3rd and Lake It burnt away ♪

♪ The hallway ♪

♪ Was where we learned to celebrate ♪

♪ Automatic bought the years ♪

♪ You'd talk for me ♪

♪ That night you played me 'Lip Parade' ♪

♪ Not the needle nor the thread ♪

♪ The lost decree ♪

♪ Saying nothing that's enough for me ♪

♪ And at once, I knew ♪

♪ I was not magnificent ♪

♪ Huddled far from the highway aisle ♪

♪ Jagged vacance thick with ice ♪

♪ And I could see for miles miles, miles ♪

♪ Christmas night It clutched the light ♪

♪ The hallow bright ♪

♪ Above my brother I and tangled spines ♪

♪ We smoked the screen ♪

♪ To make it what it was to be ♪

♪ Now to know it In my memory ♪

♪ And at once, I knew ♪

♪ I was not magnificent ♪

♪ Huddled far from the highway aisle ♪

♪ Jagged vacance thick with ice ♪

♪ And I could see for miles miles, miles ♪