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Presents...

A film by Sergey Loban

CHAPITEAU SHOW PART 2

Relax, please.

You can start.

What are you waiting for?

Do you have something prepared?

Mayakovsky.

Mayakovsky,
Vladimir Vladimirovich.

Should I start?

Go ahead.

Just a minute.

Should I start?

RESPECT

Hello?

Nikita, it's your father.

How are you?

I wanted to come
and talk to you.

Will you be home after two o'clock?

Yes.

See you, kid.

I find it very strange.

What's strange?
He misses you.

He wants to see you.
It's your father.

I haven't seen him in 8 years.

In 8 years, you can start missing someone.

Maybe he wants to help you with something.

Get you a job in the movies, the theatre.
-I doubt it.

You're not so happy.

I do not know. I'm happy.

That's nice.

When you're a star,

You should just remember:
Who is your producer?

You are.
-Exactly.

Good afternoon.

Forgive me.

Daddy, can I come and
see your rehearsal?

Why the rehearsal?
Come see the show.

Can I come see a rehearsal?

You poor children...

I know what you need.

I see the truth.

You're all suffering.

But not even one of you...

Suffers like I do.

Your sorrow is higher than yourself.

It isn't pain.

Will everyone leave the room?

You too.

This is good.

Serezha.

Look, it's Tsoi.

In my throat is a cry
with little space...

Tired?

Can you continue?

Yes.
-Good boy.

Ahead there's a nice spot.

I think it's there somewhere.

Those birds...

They eat the body and spit out the head.
Can you imagine?

And the head lies on the ground

It can move by itself, bite, attack, fight.

If you put another beetle against it...
It immediately goes "klatz"

This is amazing.

They are incredibly
well put together.

That's a deer beetle.

I'm just like this head.
I bite and bite...

But I've been dead a long time.

No...

Though, what do you do?

I'm not doing anything.

Maybe I could help you?

No matter with what, actually.

Shall we pause for a moment?

No time.
It's getting dark.

How far yet to that spot?

Looks like there isn't any spot.

We have taken the wrong route.

For a while back.

So are we lost?

Keep walking. We need to find a place
for the night.

Then we figure it out.

I do not understand.

Where are we?

What are you doing with that phone?

Throw it away.

I found a network.

Should we call for help?
-Network...

Why would we do that?

Well, suppose we totally
get lost.

And then what?
Perhaps it's better that way.

You think?
-Yeah.

But I do not understand.
What should we do now?

It's quite obvious.
We need to find food.

That's all.

This is now our home.

I wanted to ask you something.

What?

The show you're rehearsing for
in the theatre...

There isn't going to be a show.

Why not?

I'm not a money machine.
Do you understand?

How can I perform...
When my soul is empty?

What is going on?

Snakes.

Go to sleep.
They're lizards.

These houses in the mountains
are called shelters.

Everyone can use this.

You come and use what's here.
And later leave something yourself.

The law of the mountains.
Wash this.

We have salt, flour...

Dad.

There's a man there.

Self-grown cucumbers.
And apples.

This is really great.

Aidamir...

A forester, a farmer.

All alone.
Alone in the woods.

So many animals here.
So many birds.

It's a big responsibility.

Nowadays, if something happens...

Hello.
Emergency services, come and save us.

All those mobiles.

What now mobile?
What now emergency services?

Solve it yourself.

A little oil?

Do you want to go hunting?

Sure.

He is as dangerous as a tank.

He goes through everything
like a battering ram.

His fangs are as sharp as daggers.

Yes, if a boar comes your way,
that's a bad deal.

Are we on the way to its nest?

What nest?
He sleeps wherever he wants.

I know where the bastard is hiding.

Dad, maybe we should climb
and shoot from the trees.

Are you crazy?
A backlash against your shoulder...

And you end up on top of his tusks.

Be quiet.

It's not easy to shoot.
Bullets just bounce off.

Why do they deflect?

He is armored on his back.

As the saying goes: if you hunt bears,
then prepare to have a hospital visit,

If you hunt boar, make sure that
you have a coffin ready.

If a boar attacks you
there's nothing you can do.

You can only
try to jump aside.

What?

Jump aside.

If a boar rushes to you...
You... Hop aside.

He will go past you.

Did you see that?

Where is Nikita?

No idea.

Will we?
-Yeah.

There aren't enough people like you.

He sleeps as if nothing has happened.

Let's write a play together.

About a wild boar.

Look, a boar...
Is a loner like me.

Old, sick.
Mean and proud.

Fighting with a young boar.

Although it makes no sense.

And then I stay behind alone in the woods.
To die.

What do you think?

You know that I know nothing
of these things.

You don't need to understand anything.

You understand life.

Hope to see you again.

Goodbye. Stay strong.

Dad, have you seen Mikhalkov's
most recent film?

'Burnt by the Sun'.

Yes.

What do you think?
How did he do that?

Why?

What do you mean?

Well, it's a bad film.

Long and fake.

Pretentious.

He made a couple good movies, right?

How could he have fallen like that?

Fallen?

You know, Nikita...

I do not understand you anymore.

I just decided...

We go towards the highway.

You'll jump on a bus and
return to Moscow.

I'll stay here by myself.

There's nothing here for you.

It seems I'm
not a fighter anymore.

Get me off here somehow.

I'm sorry.
Put me down again.

It hurts.

Are you feeling better?

I do not understand.

I feel nothing.

The pain is terrible.

Hurts like hell...
-Maybe I'll go get help and come back.

No, you can not leave me here.

I'll be quick.

And how will you find me again?

You have to continue to bear me.

Can you call for help
with your cell phone?

I have no range.

I have to tell you something.

You're better than me.

You're better than anyone
I've ever known.

You do not have to...

Really, I did not
expect it from you.

I was wrong.

The film will be called "The Scum".

Because only scum
live in that neighborhood.

A scout is never scared,
he is a hero.

Even among such people,
he wants to be treated with respect.

He suffers from agoraphobia,
the fear of open spaces.

No one knows his disorder

And how each step cost him much trouble.

Every step hurts.

I already know exactly how
to film it all.

Yes, that could be
an impressive movie.

Really?

Of course.

Dad, we need to move on.

Dad.

Dad, what's with you?

That was it.
My journey has come to an end.

It's incredible.

I prayed to our dear god
and suddenly felt better.

I think I know you.

Could be.

You're Sergey Popov's friend, right?

Hard to believe that this morning
we were still there.

Now it seems very far away.

Yes.

I am actually very happy with our trip.

Me too.

We shouldn't lose this feeling.

We have to store it somewhere...

Dad, remember that I told
about my script?

Nikita.

Nikita.

Teacher, Master.

Petr Nikolaevich,
do you remember who I am?

Senya?
- Senya.

I want you to meet one of my
students.

To die, to sleep, but to know that
with that you break hearts in sorrow

And a thousand cuts,
it is not the result you wanted.

To die, to lose yourself in a dream.
To sleep and see the dreams.

This is the answer. What dreams
you dream in the sleep of death.

When the blood of feeling is torn off.

Here's your riddle.
-Dad, can we go?

That's what makes us suffer...
-Hold on for a bit.

This is the consideration that leads to
the misery of such a long life.

The injustice of the oppressor.
The arrogance of the rich.

The pains of unrequited love,
the rudeness of an official

And the contempt with which
the ignorant rewards your patient work,

When you can find peace
with a simple stab?

Alright.

Nikita.

Listen. Wait a second.

You. My God.
Unbelieveable.

God has sent you here.

You have to see our show.
It's really you!

Shpagin, director.

Listen, pal. Another time.
I am really in a hurry.

No, I will not let you go.

I'll never let you go!

Wait. Please.

Let go.
What is it?

For years I walked in darkness,

Into coarse, vulgar circles.

An enemy of routine,
a prisoner of clowns.

I was met with incomprehension.

Hypocrisy and stagnation
have belittled me.

Looking at the stars
I kept saying,

You're out there somewhere.
Unfortunately, you're not here.

But you're somewhere
and this is not flattery.

The sun in the sky.
A creative genius.

You exist somewhere.
You're my father.

It is a mega show.
Something really incredible.

We are working day and night.

Why is it a mega show?

Because I've set the bar so high.

Insanely high.
And it works.

Look, we have Tsoi.

Stanislav Valeryevich, we have a guest.

Stanislav Valeryevich, be kind.

This is a great producer.
A true genius.

Nice to meet you.
Let's drink up.

Son, I want you to meet a great guy.

Shpagin, director.
Nice to meet you.

Hi there, pretty boy.

My very best friend.

He'll shoot your film.

We already have a great title for it.

"The Bastards".

A father takes revenge
on the murderers of his son.

It is a masterpiece.

Hush, boys.

"The Bastards".

Suddenly he realizes that
it is just a boy.

Just like his son.

"The Bastards".

I'm in.

Great.
I have to do the directing.

I know exactly how to film it.

I'll pour one more time.
-Nikita, Where are you going?

I'll sleep on the beach.

On the beach?

It's going to be something completely new.

It's going to be
a purely metaphysical artwork.

Cheers.

I'll kill you.
Stand still.

I have been coming here since 1987.

Let's go swimming together.

I can not swim.

Then we sail.
Come, boating is great.

I really can not swim.

Come on, do not be silly.

Let's go.

Left, right...

You know how to paddle.
Well done.

Just do it on your own.

Look.

Look what I caught.

Oh no it's running away.

Shooba-Dooba blues.

I woke up at 2 o'clock...

And understood immediately...

You have abandoned me.

But what is the problem?

You left me...

I'll get drunk anyway.

Shooba-Dooba, and I understood immediately,
Nikita, blues.

I just want to say...

That you're the most horrible person...

I have ever encountered.

You're bad and mean.

How can I trust you?

I had a normal life.

I did not need anything.

Why did you show up?

To break me completely?

To find a new subject?

I understand now.

You are not a genius.

You're a vampire.

You suck everyone dry
to become somebody yourself.

I thought you wanted to help me
but you don't give a shit.

You have a web spun
of filthy lies.

Like an insect.

Like a leech.

You'll never realize how duplicitous
and rotten you are.

Asshole.

And please... Don't tell anyone...
Ever... That you have a son.

Because you don't have a son anymore.

I believe that a miracle can happen.

That everything can change.

I'm a hostage of
slack fantasies.

I wipe the spit off my face.

Armed with my dream,
I wanted to climb a mountain

Suddenly I realized
what I was worth.

I realized what I am.

It was probably more of a minus.

It was probably more of a minus,
rather than a plus.

Well does he love us enough...
Does Jesus love us enough?

I looked so strange

Among all those kings.

When the last summer,

I got on my knees.

I searched for too long,

My bottomless soul.

I fell into elements

So I'm beyond repair.

It was more of a minus.

It was more of a minus,
rather than a plus.

Does he love us enough?
Does Jesus love us enough?

I know it is slowly improving.

Every day a little bit.

I know it is slowly improving.

But not for me.

Petr, where's the treasure?
Please tell me.

You have no use for it, you'll spend it all
in the first tavern you'll see.

No, I won't!
I'll take good care!

Please, I'm begging you!
-Sing, Shpagin! Sing!

Love is similar to a dream...

Had turned my home
into a happy place...

Hey... People...

Help me!

You asshole! I'll kill you!

Hey... Calm down.

My god, how much time?
How much wasted energy?

And money.

I can't believe it's that bad.

Shapgin Yaacobovich, you could
work your whole life to earn it back.

Fyodr, please, take me back
with you to Moscow.

I can't handle it!
No one understands me here!

Slavery, Shpagin!
Eternal slavery!

Has anyone seen him?
He's wearing shorts...

He's around 20 years old,
he has a Mickey Mouse shirt on.

Has anyone seen the boy?
With blue shorts?

What should I do?

What's going on?

Nikita, are you there?

Is there anyone up there?

Serezha?
-Nikita.

Serezha, how did you come here?

Hello, friend.

How are you?

I'm fine.

But father is not so good.
- Which father?

With your father, of course,
what could happen to mine?

Let's go, quickly.

What's wrong with him?

He's delirious from alcohol or something.

We'll get him off now, quickly,
now we'll do it...

There he is, the bastard.

Come down, stupid jerk.
What are you doing up there?

Groups, go to the side there.

Why are you always like this?

Don't you understand that
this is a real tragedy?

We need to call an ambulance.

Let's find some mountaineers.

Someone...

All cameras of the world should be on me.

All cameras of the world should be on me.

I'm a golden pig. One of a kind.

All the gold in the world is in me.

Will you steal from me?

You can't do it.

Now we'll get closer.

Don't shoot! Don't do it, I say!

He'll fall on the rocks!

Do not, do not shoot.
Do not shoot, that's an order.

Seven... Six...

Five...

Where are your seats?

I'm a gray dove...

There are many remixes,
but there is only one song.

That's God's will.

I brush my grief away with tears.

His memory, I sign with my eyes.

He is here with us,
the last hero.

COOPERATION

End of the season.

I'm going to quit the theatre
to continue with music.

Why?

I met a producer.
He heard my songs.

What producer?

A music producer.

He's probably gay.

No, he's not gay.

He's a real producer.
A businessman.

What do you know?
You've never seen him.

I've never seen Santa Claus either.

Sergey!

Hello, friend.

Hi.

You're early.

I left work early.

What do you think?

Beautiful.

Did you paint it?

No, my grandfather did.
He was a famous Soviet painter.

His work hangs in the Pushkin Museum.

Cool, I'll go see it sometime.

I won't take it.

In a month I'll bring the money back
plus 10% interest.

25, that's my final offer.

35.
-No.

Serezha, you better go to the bank.

Good.

I'll go to the bank then.

For you... for now.

Thank you.

This guy is a perfect
copy of Victor Tsoi,

The king of
Russian rock music.

And?

Who is Victor Tsoi to us?
He's our Elvis Presley, right?

But he's dead.

So our Roma is his replacement.

We start a real promotional tour.

Rehearsals, tours, recording an album,
and you're gonna make a movie.

Serezhenka, a question.

Who is in charge of
the making of the film?

We are, together, naturally.

But there can be only one
person in charge of a film.

Why only one?

Otherwise, it's a mess.

There can only be one captain.

Sergey Mikhaylovich,
we'll figure it out. Roma?

Yes.

First, let's find out
what we need.

Operators, light, cameras...

Betacam.

Sergey Mikhaylovich, are you ready?
-Yeah.

Can I start?
-Yes!

Hello, I'm Sergey Popov, producer.
Today we launch the 'Surrogate Star' project.

Do you recognize the man on the screen?

This is a perfect copy of Victor Tsoi,
the most important rock legend of the USSR.

Roma Legend.

The first resurrection
of a rock star.

The first 'Surrogate Star'
in history.

What's a surrogate?

This is our loft.
We usually sit here.

Many years have passed
since he left his crown and throne.

Did I do okay?

Yes, that was good.

You got it? Another take.

Recording starts.

Why aren't we filming this?

You can't film here.

Why?
-This Glass reflects the light.

Sergey Mikhaylovich,
reflections are good for us.

Please film.
-As you wish.

Is something wrong?

What?

Why do you laugh?

What you will see in our film,
is a kind of experiment.

A scientific research.

Will our 'Surrogate Star'
survive and break through?

Or will it be a failed experiment?

The material is the message.

In other words, an artist
is a work of art.

What is rock?

Rock isn't music.

Rock is really just the rock star.

And we will reproduce the star.

I understand the concept.
Someone will like it.

I think it's actually pretty fun.

But I do not like your method.

What's wrong with my method?

I just want to fulfill
people's wishes.

You are actually mocking someone,
turning him into a caricature.

No, I see commercial potential in him.

No, you take someone who trusts you,
and then use that person.

And he doesn't notice anything.

This is called manipulation.
-No, we call it a cooperation.

It is the great achievement of his life.

Because... who is he without me?

He remains forever hidden
in his work room.

No one will ever know that he sings
or that he's even alive.

Listen, he sits now in his workroom,
and feels like a person,

And thanks to you,
he will very soon feel like shit.

Why?

Because nationwide
people will laugh at him.

The whole country will laugh at him.

Just because he's a copy of Tsoi?

And who are you?

You just listens to music,
in the hope that you can get something.

And this guy plays the comedian
hoping to get himself somewhere with that.

This is exactly the same thing.

Have you ever thought about
whether you are original?

Or maybe someone else is?

Like who?

Everywhere, there are copies.
Nothing is real.

We all live in the
'Surrogate' era.

The dividing lines between real and fake
are fading by the day.

You now see behind me
the Cathedral of Christ the Savior.

An exact copy of its predecessor
which was destroyed in 1932.

So what you see is a copy.
So what?

Does the fact that this is a copy
make the cathedral less holy?

Serezhenka,
that's not funny.

... Why did your tomb where we
saw you go down,

Opened its bulky marble jaws
and given you back to us again?

What could it be,
that you, a dead man

In full armor so returns to the whimsical
glow of the moon.

The night upsets and shocks us so horrific,
our mind, the plaything of nature

Tell me why, what do you want us to do?
Us, humble mortals

we are so afraid of the riddles
of the undead creature.

You know I think Victor Tsoi great.

So why this question?

Why are you laughing all the time?

We're not laughing.

I do not quite understand.

I thought we're doing this
to honor Victor's memory.

You're right, but that is
just one side of it.

What is the other?
To earn money?

Money is a goal, yes.

You have to understand that
fame, money, success...

We need to have all those things
to achieve something bigger...

Give the world a chance.

To announce an important message.

Are we going to film something?

Not now, later. Okay?

This project is a kind of
manifesto for me.

What kind of manifesto?

A manifesto of unoriginality.

Listen...

Everything was done once already.

Someone made that film.
Someone sang that song.

You need constantly to find yourself,
you have to invent something.

And god forbid
you invent the wheel again.

If that happens, Roma,
then you're a loser.

What if I don't want to?

What if I do not want to be myself?

What I'm not interested
in finding myself?

What if there is someone somewhere
who is a better version of myself?

Look, you have found Tsoi.

I found McLaren or Warhol.

I can never be better than them but
I can be a part of them.

Think like them,
see the world like they do.

Do what they did.

Just like you, you know?

See? -Yes.

This project is our manifesto of freedom,
the freedom not to be yourself...

And destroy the monopoly of
originality.

That's our goal.

Do you agree?

Let's do that.

Every year, around 60,000 Russians
decide to leave the world by suicide.

A horrible number.

We are witnessing a war.

A war that rages within all of us.

Welcome to "The Price of Life."

We will discuss the
most important things in life.

THE PRICE OF LIFE

I don't give a shit about stars,
what I feel matters only

if I'm worth something.

But I'm nobody, I'm someone's shadow.

I lived like that because I believed it can change.
I don't believe in that anymore.

So you want to die?

Honestly, I don't want anything anymore.
-Great.

Make sure that you are ready.

Bye, Serega.

On the day of Tsoi's death,
his lookalike tries to commit suicide.

Our hero today is
Roma Legend.

On the day of Roman Kuzmenko's
10th birthday,

the orphan from Kiev
saw Tsoi on TV for the first time.

"I want to be just like him", he decided

And hung a picture of his idol
above his bed at the orphanage.

Six years later he is found
in the streets of St. Petersburg.

And everybody falls rapidly
for the stunning similarity.

Roma decides that he is the reincarnation
of Victor Tsoi,

And starts writing songs.

On August 15th 2010,
the 20th anniversary

of Tsoi's tragic death,
Roma gets on his scooter

And crosses over the dividing line.

The driver of the car could not believe it
when he saw the driver of the scooter.

I thought "what an interesting
way of driving!"

I go right, he does too,
I go left, he goes left.

Like a mirror.

The driver braked with all his might
but could not avoid the collision.

Roma flew over the car
after a terrible collision.

Well done, boys.

I have to go soon.

If we could save the life
of just one person

Then our show
isn't for nothing.

Roma, do you think stars
lead a normal life?

I don't give a shit about stars.

The way I live, how I feel,
is worth something if I'm someone.

But I'm nobody.

I am the shadow of another.
A lookalike.

I lived like that because
I believed something would change.

I don't believe that anymore.

So you want to die.

Nowadays, people can only
value themselves

If their lives are filmed and
broadcast by the media.

When they are constantly
in the public's eye.

Everything outside the public's eye
is proto-life.

Warhol was wrong when he said
"Everyone is entitled to 15 minutes of fame".

15 minutes? That's worth less
than a piece of bread.

But there is someone that knows
how to change that situation.

May I introduce,
Producer Sergey Popov.

For example, look at the pre-Raphaelites.

They were initially considered
cheap imitators of Raphael.

But nowadays their works
hang in every museum in the world.

Roma Legend is exactly
the same phenomenon.

Now we have a show set
in a theatre in Yalta.

In the most expensive
theatre hall, 10,000.

It's also the biggest.

If we have success with that show...

We make a profit of 10,000.

It's gonna help us
set up some more shows

In smaller venues,
cheaper ones.

But it all depends on how much we earn
with the first performance.

Could we also not make any money?

Action.

We're here at
Yalta's most luxurious hotel.

We'll stay here
in the coming days.

With sea or mountain views.
Why don't you want the room?

I can't believe that you don't have
available presidential suites.

I told you, they are all booked.

It's high season.
Can't you choose a different room?

Take a look at the guest
that wants the room.

Look once again.
Don't you recognize him?

I do not know who that is.

This is...

No idea.

Take a standard room.
All our standard rooms are good.

Okay then.

Then sign here...

Have you ever heard of Victor Tsoi?
-Yes.

Do you wish he was still alive?
-Yes.

What would you say to him?

Thank you.

Are you from the TV?

Victor Tsoi is awesome.
A super guy.

We have no problems with him.

Do you recognize him?

No.

Have you ever seen Victor Tsoi?

I know his songs,
but I don't know what he looked like.

Well, he is right there...

Who?

Tsoi.

We are making another round.

I'm done.
-Come on.

And Roma? His alienation
is inevitable.

For you is it just a product
but he is also a person.

I do not think I exploit him.

We are equal parters.

Roma.

Are we equal partners?

What?

Are we equal partners?

This is a typical capitalist cooperation.

He sells his work to you...

And you sell the product
of his labor.

He does not understand what you're doing.

And you do not really know who he is.

His interests...

What kind of life he leads?

You know basically nothing.

You do not even know
when's his birthday.

Why does it matter
when's his birthday?

You think that's unimportant?

Exactly.

Go on, ask him.

Roma, when is your birthday?

According to my passport?

According to your passport.

According to my passport it's today.

Have you both agreed to this?

Sergey Mikhaylovich,
you knew.

How?

Of course I knew.

I've put in the information
when we checked in the hotel.

Today is an important day for all of us.

The birthday of the man
who started all of this.

Cheers to you, Roman,
and our partnership...

Which I hope will only grow
more successful with time.

My wish is that next year we'll celebrate
in New York

Or in Paris, in our own apartment.

Because our 'Surrogate Star' project
is no less important than...

Than punk rock or pop art.

Hooray.

It was difficult to get vodka.

But by exchanging things
we could mostly get it.

How?

From a granny
in exchange for new things.

We would sometimes get things.
I just got pants.

Then Kabaev said: are we punks or not?

Why do we need new pants?

Why do punks need new pants?

So we exchanged them
for a bottle.

Got drunk and went to the
laundry area between the buildings.

Began to throw the clothes around.

And then we puked on them.

That was a nice birthday.

We fell promptly asleep.
Later they found us there.

Roma, are you okay?

Get up.

Serezha.
-What is it?

You've done so much for me.

You're like a brother to me.
I will never forget it.

Do you believe me?
-Sure, sure.

What time is it?
-13.00.

We have to pay immediately
if we're not going to leave.

I'm afraid it
won't work.

What is that?

Your birthday present for Roma.

Don't you remember?

No. 13:00, you say?

Make sure that you lose that monkey.

Soundcheck's at 16.00.

Do you have some cash on you?
-Yeah.

How much could I earn
during this tour?

3 or 4 thousands.

Dollars or Euros?

Who would ever have guessed,

This absurd death.

But I can say...

Inside our hearts this memory remains.

Reminder...

The memory of the last hero...

Can the singer hear himself?
-Yes.

Nice.

Though I would turn it up
just a bit more.

It's at it's peak already.
I can't bring it higher.

You don't need to do that.

Yeah, no need.
Thanks.

The sun slightly up.

Stop. A little down.
That's good.

Hello Vaso. Yes, it is Sergey,
in regard to the painting.

You get your money's worth after the 25th.

Yes, including interest.

Okay, bye.

May I let the public in?

Let them in.

Good evening.

Okay then...

Well, perhaps you're not familiar
with Levi Strauss.

Let's take a more
simple example: Soviet leaders.

Every one of them was
called the Lenin of today.

Stalin was the Lenin of today,
and Khrushchev was the Lenin of today.

And Brezhnev was the Lenin of today.

This means that each one contributed
to an overall picture.

And it isn't worth looking
at them individually.

In other words, they were a
replacement for a deceased person.

And you're hoping that people
will embrace your idea,

of Roma Legend as
the reincarnation of Victor Tsoi?

That's a mistake.

I have never claimed that Victor Tsoi
was revived by Roma.

I understand it's difficult,
so I'll give a simple example.

Santa Claus. He visits millions
of homes every Christmas.

And every time, it's him,
he's real.

No one is trying to pull his beard off.

What do you think,
Roma Legend?

Are you satisfied with
your role as a "surrogate"?

What does the work of
Victor Robertovich Tsoi mean to you?

The work of Tsoi means a lot to me,
and that is an understatement.

And don't forget that every person
is a surrogate.

A surrogate of God.
We are all created in his image.

So if I understand you correctly...

I should invite
surrogate stars to my show.

A great idea.

It will be a very innovative format,
that we came up with together.

And on this productive note,
let's say goodbye to our viewers.

But I hope before we do,
Roma will play them a song.

Oh, you shouldn't have done this...

Hello? Hello, Dad?

Yes.

It's Serezha,
I'm calling from Crimea.

Hello, Serezha.

Dad. I'm calling about something important.

I'm in a bit of trouble
and wanted to ask you...

Sergey, do you know anything about
your grandfather's missing painting?

What?

Try to understand, son.
It is very important.

Thank you, thank you...

I have been coming here since 1987.
I am a regular guest here.

Sunbathing.

I have never seen such
a mess like this.

Let's go?

I made an arrangement.

Do they need a cameraman?

Unfortunately not.

I'm not going to sing.

Why?

I do not sing in restaurants.

What do you mean exactly?

That's a matter of principle.

I see.
Then I'll sing myself.

The restaurant management
congratulates the newly-weds.

Here is our gift.

We managed to contact the bride's
favorite singer.

The groom must now
invite the mother in law to dance.

Here he is, Victor Tsoi.

What is this shit?

Sorry.

Wait! Mom!

The bride is drowning.

Everyone, save the bride.

We're out of gas.

Hello, do you want
to take a photo with the monkey? -No.

Perhaps with Tsoi, then?

I don't have a camera.

Please excuse me.

Guys, would you like to
take a photo with Tsoi?

Thanks, we don't need a photo with Tsoi.

Because this is all your fault.

So, we have a meeting at 16:00...

Of course, I can't guarantee anything.

But the outlook isn't bad.

Stanislav Valeryevich!
-Sasha, hi!

How's it going? Are we on time?
-There are some difficulties...

It's just the plank is very high...

Don't worry, we'll fix it.
It's all 100%.

So, here he is.

Hello.

We would like to make an agreement.

Who are you?
-Me?

I'm a producer.
-I'm glad.

We have heard that you
run a lookalike show, is it so?

Yeah.

I have a project called
"Surrogate Star".

It's actually a research.

How much?

This project costs in
its totality 30,000.

What project?

What a sweet little monkey.

The 'Surrogate Star' project.

How much for Tsoi?

No, you do not understand me.

I do not want to sell anything, I think
of it as a co-production.

A investment.

This is madness.

I can use Tsoi.
How much for Tsoi?

I do not trade in people.

Whatever.

Remember my life was never sweet.

I look through the people.

I saw the abyss of space and time.

But in my heart,
I only feel exchange rates.

Euro woah woah,
and a little nervous.

You've probably miscalculated.

Euro woah woah,
and a little nervous.

You must have dreamed too much.

And money ain't chicken,
it's got sharper teeth,

People go burn at the stake
for cash,

People kill for money.

Do you want to talk about it?

This is madness. Pathetic.

Those idiots think only of money.

Their brains aren't built
to take on other concepts.

What can you do?

What do you want from them?
-A restaurant.

He's willing to give you a lookalike show.

Playing in a restaurant is more
fitting to our level.

After all, it's just awful.

Which one is mine?

All of them.

Sergey Mikhaylovich.
-Yeah?

Where is Roman?

Disappeared.

That's weird.

I found that collaborator.
He's at that show.

Asshole.

Asshole.

Idiot.

We got it! Perfect.

How good is that?

That you're all here.

In Leningrad you have
the river Neva.

Let's not be anti-Semitic.

In Tbilisi you have the Kura River.

Serenya. Come here.
Drink with us.

Where do you roam all day,
you smalltime businessman?

Did you make a lot of money?

Not really.

Here's some of our profits.

Are you totally broke?

Doesn't matter. Our corporation
has seen worse.

Why don't you sell
the Betacam?

How much do you need
for gas, 100?

150. Do you really
want to buy it?

Sergey, don't you dare.
It's not for sale.

Sergey Mikhalych,
I'll buy you a new one in Moscow.

You're giving away the
tool of my trade,

What I use for my work.

You are a pitiful exploiter.

Will you condemn me back
to the working class?

I protest!

Do not lose your judgement.

In Moscow we will soon earn
enough to buy 10 Betacams.

With a Betacam I'm
a respectful person even here.

I can make money here.

I won't let you.

Don't you dare
even think about it.

I'll convince him.

Guys, figure it out.
You need the money.

He has a long beard,
and a large camera with him...

And a monkey...

Sorry, have you seen an old man,
with a big camera and a monkey?

I see...

Sorry...

Quiet on the set.

Lights, music...

Here we go.

In a world full of crime,
our hero ready for the fight.

The spectator is delighted
with the play of the actor.

So this is how it goes.

Does anyone here want to
see how it unfolds?

The show must go on.

I break the shackles
and step outside.

I have to find the strength
to endure it all.

But let's go on with the show.

The show must go on.

Give me the Betacam, asshole.

No way.

Let go!
-I protest!

What's going on here?

Security.

Sereg, your hat.

You.
-What?

You're the most horrible person
I've met in my entire life.

An unscrupulous, greedy,
brainless bastard.

You do not understand.

You've ruined everything.

You ruined the idea.

Traitor. You stopped at the first setback.

A bad copy of Tsoi.
You're nobody.

A tribute to Tsoi?

What bullshit.

Your life is a lie.

You've surrounded yourself with lies.

Like an insect.

I lived a normal life.

How could I believe you?

Why are you so narrow-minded?
So primitive?

Go, run back to your master.

Idiot.

Wait, Roma.
Will you do me a favor?

What?

Let's pretend we do not know each other.

I don't want anything to do with you.

Good.

You're fired.

There is a broken string.

Honey once again tastes bitter.

And the full moon...

Is competely silent.

From my bosom...

I heard a desperate cry.

Do not give up.

Wear it with a smile, old man...

Hello.

That's nice.

Maybe I should also learn to draw.

I got an advance and we have purchased
some gasoline for you.

And here's some money.
Take it.

Don't feel bad.

I'll go to work and help you out.

I'll buy more gasoline
for your way back.

I'll buy some food for you.

And for Sergey Mikhaylovich.

Serenya. What are you angry for?

Sereg, don't be mad.
Come to the show tonight at Chapiteau.

Come see the concert.

It'll be fun.
A lot of lookalikes, punks. Super awesome.

When's the next show?

In the Chapiteau.

The Chapiteau?
With Tsoi?

That's cool. Congratulations.
Good luck.

Sen, have you heard?

Serezhka's Tsoi is gonna
perform in the Chapiteau.

Serega, do you need help?

I got it.

See you later then.

One, two.
-Elvis Presley.

Three, four.
-Victor Tsoi.

Lennon, Kurt Cobain, Vysotsky.

Michael Jackson sing a song.

Later someone will not forget it...

Warriors, the blood wiped
on the grass.

And the wings of the black flame...

Heaven smiled and bit her tongue.

The trembling hand of a survivor.

The frozen moment in time.

And life is just a word,
there's love and there's death.

But who will sing if everyone
will go to sleep?

Sergey Mikhalovych!

Film me for a minute.

Why? Why would I do that?

Film me. It was me.
I put the whole thing on fire.

Serezhenka...

Why did you do that?

I wanted to convey an idea.

What is the idea?