All language subtitles for Oligarkh.en

Vladimir Grigoriev
& Catherine Dussart present

Vladimir Mashkov

A film by
Pavel Lounguine

Day of Plato's death

A rapid deployment force burst into
the headquarters of Infocar.

What's going on here?

As you can see,
they refuse to comment.

Perhaps you will talk to us,
after all?

No filming!

This action is obviously linked

to the charging

of the founder of Infocar,
Plato Makovski.

The State wants to show
that it no longer needs oligarchs,

especially rebellious oligarchs.

Here, we see Communists celebrating
over the government's actions.

Pack your bags! Go live in Israel!

Why did you speed up the search?

You want the glory, don't you?

Bravo, now you've got it.

I wanna punch you out.

Just try and see what happens.

I'm afraid I'd miss.
I'm getting old.

Wait.

I didn't start all this.

So, who did?

Who took the initiative, huh?

Here's some good advice:
don't try to find out.

The less you know,
the better you'll sleep. Got it?

Screw you.

Stop robbing the people,
Plato Makovski!

Who are your real bosses,
Mr Makovski?

Makovski, in prison!

According to Forbes, you're one
of the world's 100 richest men.

You have a fortune of $5 billion.

But it's not enough
to spare you these humiliations.

'Cause we're in Russia.

Is this search connected
with the Infocar affair?

Look, kid,
this is a tissue of lies.

My only crime
is being a free man.

Will you emigrate?

Let them wait 'n' see!

I'm a politician,

not a businessman.
Prison is part of the game.

But is your empire in danger?

Yes, but look at this party:
it's a masked ball! Such fun!

- Can I give you a lift?
- I have my car.

We are continuing our series
of investigations

entitled "Dressed Up or Down".

Here is a presidential candidate,

the Governor of Northern Siberia,
Nikolai Lomov.

If you thought he was in the sauna,
you were wrong.

Bravo.

The Governor has
a very personal way

of receiving
his female voters at home.

Control room! Cut that!

A terrible event
has just occurred.

We have just received a dispatch.

20 minutes ago,

Plato Makovski, Infocar President,

was assassinated.

A daring assassination
was carried out

on one of Russia's

leading entrepreneurs.
Today at 3:40 PM,

the Mercedes which was taking
Plato Makovski to his dacha

was the target
of several anti-tank missiles.

At the moment, the authorities
are refusing to comment.

But our sources
at the FSB declared

anonymously
that he was accompanied

by a bodyguard
and his chauffeur.

That calls for a drink.

Is everyone like that in Moscow?

In Moscow? Everyone!

...are having trouble
identifying the bodies.

This is the 13th
assassination attempt on

Plato Makovski.
The 13th proved fatal.

Vladimir Zalatinski,
Info-TV, Moscow.

Hello.

I know one thing...

It's no way to behave.
Am I right?

I can turn the compliment around:

you were the one who said
he needed seeing to.

Everyone said so.

- What're you looking at me for?
- No reason.

Vassili Vassilevich...

- Hi. Have you heard?
- Yeah.

You're as silent as the grave.

I'll tell you something:
one of you killed him.

It doesn't matter who did it.

We all dreamed of doing it.

Don't look at me like that.

I'm no Judas.

Stop it.
How did it happen?

An anti-tank missile.

A Russian or Western one?

Russian.

See, we can do good work!

That judge from the Urals...
what's his name again?

- Chlykov?
- Chmakov.

Yes, that's it.

Why was he sent for?
Don't we have enough of our own?

No, it was a good idea:
a provincial judge

who isn't involved
in any Muscovite scams.

He was to bring him down
for being in breach of the law

and have him sentenced.

That's the dictatorship of the law:
oligarch or not,

if you're caught
with your finger in the pie,

- you go to jail.
- Right.

Except that the jail is empty.

We have to find the guy who did it.

But I don't think

that Chmakov is the man for the job.

Nor do I.

Then... he must be replaced.

We'll replace him.

Aren't you afraid of being killed?

The day after Plato's death

I think that our government is...

prepared to massacre
an entire people,

but to kill an individual

requires, I think,

more courage.

That's the next level.

We'll see if they dare.

I was baptized

6 months ago,
and as a Christian, I believe

in eternal life.

He's smart:

he put his soul in a Swiss bank,
next to his gold.

Aren't you cute!

How did you get in?

Police apartment - police keys!

I've got 2 pieces of news for you.

One good, one bad.
Which do you want first?

- I don't care.
- The bad, then.

You're no longer the boss.

Now, the good news.

I'm taking your place.

We've got 3 leads to go on:

the business,
the underworld, and the friends.

You see to his friends.

The closets must be
full of skeletons.

Mark Naoumovich,
where do we put the wreath?

Here. No, on the tree.
So it can be seen from the road.

On the post,
it'll be even more visible.

OK, and call the musician.

Go on, play.

- What do I play?
- What he liked.

Forgive us, Plato.

We failed to protect you.

Did you know him?

I was his friend.

Almost like a brother.

He had plenty
of fairweather friends.

Where are they now?

Bunch of rats!

- Want some?
- Why not?

- I don't have another glass.
- It doesn't matter.

Rest in peace, Plato.

He too drank
straight from the bottle one time.

You didn't have a glass?

It was to seduce a girl.

15 years before Plato's death

- Where to?
- Car 4's further on.

Off we go
to the economics symposium.

Happy New Year.

Hello...
This way.

Who's that?

Koretski, the new ideologist
from the Academy of Science.

He's going there, too.

I'm taking the pioneers
to Leningrad.

You can't bring that
on the train.

Dear, dear lady...

Too dear for you!

- C'mon, be nice.
- Do you print them or what?

Go on.

Where's Plato?
We leave in 3 minutes.

Don't worry. He's always late.

He invites me
and doesn't even show up.

Go on, get on.
I'll wait here for him.

There's always one...

- Do you like cold kebabs?
- No!

You're the most beautiful woman
in the world.

Save me, I'm burning.

Go warm up your kebabs!

No smoking here.

That's impossible -
they'd be burned to a cinder.

I'm not burning.
I'm going back to my seat.

- Please...
- Now!

Just 5 minutes.
Maximum half an hour.

Keep the noise down!

I invited the young lady
to a picnic.

- She refused.
- Strange, that's not like her.

Darling, I don't recognize you.

You heard him.
Let's go!

Maria, this valiant knight
with the kebabs,

Moussa is like a brother to me.

He's as simple and reliable as...

An old Colt!

Then, there's Viktor. A genius.

- I can do Einstein.
- A real genius.

Tomorrow, his scientific paper
will cause

a scientific earthquake.
Let's go on.

That's Mark.

Pay no attention.

He complains all the time,
because he thinks he's our mother.

I want to drink

to the most beautiful woman
in the world.

To Maria.

- A glass.
- There aren't any more.

Give me the bottle.

To Maria! Hurrah!

You look like a trumpet player!

ID and tickets!

Can we work something out,
Lieutenant?

Alcohol is forbidden
in public places.

I'm reporting you to your superiors.

I like the honest look
of men in uniform!

- How'd you like 2 weeks in jail?
- Not at all.

Did my husband send you?

Leave them alone.

It's OK, I'm going.

Wake up. Come on,
up you get, darling.

- Who are you?
- Don't you recognize me?

I don't know you.

Oh, come off it!
You're just like all the rest:

A quickie, then so long!

- A quick what?
- What?

- I don't remember...
- You promised to marry me.

Well, it's very simple:
I'm filing a complaint.

You'll soon know what hit you!

You forgot your promise,
but you won't forget me!

I can promise you that!

- Did it work?
- You bet!

A ticket inspector wife
has many advantages:

First of all,
she's almost always absent.

The uniform is supplied.

Oh, I nearly forgot:
when her husband dies,

a ticket inspector can

transport the body for free
anywhere in the USSR

to have him buried.

Are you pulling my leg?

You are! You bastards!

When economic growth slows down,

you get a recession.

If I understand correctly,
young man,

by an inefficient economy,

you're implying
the Socialist economy.

I just solved a theoretical problem.
It's mathematics, not ideology.

Don't be clever. According to you,
the Socialist economy isn't viable.

What about Marxism-Leninism?

Do you want to abolish that, too?

Hello, Plato?

Get over here now.

Viktor's getting crucified.
Koretski's doing him down.

- Not now.
- You gotta help him.

- We're waiting.
- I'm coming.

I have to go.

I really do.

For the well-being of our country,

generations of Soviets
died of hunger,

lived in slums,
and gave their lives.

For these ideas
that you trample on...

Young man, one last question...

Sorry to interrupt you,
but I think that Comrade...

Koretski is dramatizing things.

It's a debate. We present
our ideas, albeit questionable.

That's strange logic.

Logic is never strange.
Either it is logical or it isn't.

But you can show anything
with logic.

I can show you, for example...

that a crocodile...

Is that how you draw it?

Is it a good likeness?

So, a crocodile is longer

than it is green,

because it is long
on top and underneath

whereas it is only green on top.

What crap!

Just for Comrade Koretski,
I'll demonstrate

that it's more green than wide.

It's green lengthwise

and widthwise,

whereas it's only wide
widthwise!

Thanks a lot.

I knew I did the right thing
to call you.

You're brilliant!

Maria, it's me.

Viktor had caused a huge scandal.

But I managed to avoid the worst.

Mark made sandwiches.

We celebrated,
I didn't notice the time. Want some?

They're good...
Are you mad at me?

I'll get dressed...

Know who I was up against?

Comrade Koretski.

Does the name ring a bell?

Maria.

Mrs Koretski.

Maria...

He played games all the time...

To him, life was just a game.
And this is where it led.

Russia's a bear:
you think you're playing with it,

but she's really devouring you.

Is Viktor the one
who fell off the balcony?

Who are you?

- District Attorney.
- Judge?

I'm in charge of special cases.

This is provocation!

Where's your warrant?

I know my rights.
You have to have a warrant.

What's your name?

Chmakov.

I'm not having this.

- You'll be fired!
- Fine!

Everyone says

that Plato was a genius.

That's bullshit! Viktor was.

Viktor was a genius

in mathematics.

Whereas Plato

was a "rat charmer",

a pied piper of Hamelin,

making people follow him
like rats...

We live in the age

of these rat charmers.

Gorbachev was one, so was Yeltsin.

I spot them with my eyes closed.

I know that you were

the chief accountant
of Plato's company...

which made brooms.

I need to take my medicine.

What brooms?

They wrote theses

for rich idiots.
1,000 rubles per thesis.

- And they stone-washed jeans.
- Why?

From the start of perestroika,

he started drumming into them

that a new age of freedom
was coming.

But they still needed money

to start off with.

The two of them took their Ph D's,
became doctors,

but the idiots gave up science
to stone-wash jeans.

But it was the Georgian
who really cleared up.

Do you want a drink?

11 years before Plato's death
Dry cleaning cooperative, Moscow

- Viktor, they're fake Levis!
- Of course.

We'll write you a brilliant thesis,

but why do you need it?

I run a Lada garage in Georgia.

Moussa just messed up
his 5th pair.

So?

You can speak in front of him.

I'm embarrassed to be the manager
without having any diplomas.

If I were you,
I'd opt for a doctorate.

More prestigious.

No, I better not.

In Georgia, they don't like
people to be too intelligent.

- You know the price?
- Of course.

Mark, see to the gentleman.

What's your thesis on?

That's up to you.

It's a big pot.

You can cook a whole duck in it.

COOPERATIVE WAREHOUSE

It's 1,500 rubles,
and you give me 300?

- Go see the man.
- Who?

Gorbachev.

Cut it out.
I'm telling you, it's worth...

Fabric's now 5 times
more expensive.

- 300 rubles?
- The government just decreed

a 500% increase
for the private sector.

I don't care!

They're bleeding us dry.

What do you expect me
to do about it?

I don't have a penny.

Zero.

It's 1,500 rubles...

May I respectfully
have a word with you?

I tell you, nothing will ever
go right in this country.

Soon we'll be buying snow
from abroad.

That's enough.

Here's 1,200 rubles.

Is that OK?
Are we friends?

If you say so...

Did you hit him?

No! I just said it wasn't nice
to keep it all to himself

and that he had to share.

What does "no money" mean?

He felt so ashamed,
he opened his safe.

Let's drink.

I was so happy.

I was in seventh heaven.

I thought that the government decree

would bring Viktor back to science,

that everything
would be like before.

I don't know
why I'm telling you all this.

Let's drink.

But the rat charmer

had invented a new scam.

Scams...

His head was full of them.

I'm sorry.

You dare to come
and disturb our grief!

We've found some new leads.

So what? You'll never be able
to understand Plato.

- Why's that?
- Because he was a genius.

What can you tell me
about the brooms?

In 1989, you and Makovski

founded the Mill Company

which aimed to...

Excuse me a moment...

...to make and sell brooms.

You made 150 million of them,

in other words, around 5 brooms

per Soviet household.

Where did they all go?

There.

Look.

That's the last one.

- What about the others?
- All sold.

They were excellent brooms.

In this specific case,
the decree doesn't apply.

We don't sell - we exchange.

Company 1 exchanges

with 2,
2 with 3, etc., etc.

And that's how the mill
starts to turn. There you go.

- I don't get it.
- It's simple.

The private sector can't sell,
but it can exchange.

Say you have vacuum cleaners.

- You can exchange them.
- What for?

For... anything.

Brooms, for example.

Here's one.

- What brooms?
- Brooms to sweep with.

I get it.

Sheer genius.

Forget the thesis.
Let's go to the Lada plant.

What for?

To trade brooms

for cars.

It's simple.

10 years before Plato's death
Lada plant

- Why are you laughing?
- 'Cause all this will soon be ours.

198,

199,

200.

There are your 200 cars.
Now sign here.

- Everything OK?
- Yes.

Hey, you!

What're you playing at?

Where are you going?

Stop it!

I'll do the talking.
Don't say a word.

So, you Muscovites
are starting your business here?

This is our patch.
You didn't ask our permission.

You didn't show us respect.

We're fining you $20,000.

Plus 5% of the sales.

You've had 200 cars:

we're taking 10 right now.

Any questions?

We have to discuss it.

Let me handle this.

You know what, guys?

I've thought it over:
Go fuck yourselves!

You won't have a thing.

Understand?

Well, do you understand?

Easy, easy.

My friend's getting carried away.

Let's meet tomorrow at noon.

We'll talk it over calmly.

A meeting, you say?
OK, let's do that.

Guys, we're taking this hothead.

He's coming with us.

Larry, don't give them a thing:
no money or cars!

- I can sell my apartment.
- Which one?

My studio.
It's worth 30,000.

You're crazy. That'd take time.

I'm against negotiating with them.

Do you think you're the boss?

I love this Olympian calm,
but say something.

You brought us here.

You put Plato in the shit.

It's your fault.
Leave those dice alone.

Say something!

Hello, Ahmed.
Thanks for coming.

Did you tell the cops?

Good.

Never tell the cops.

Ever.

Give me a cigarette.

Mark, you don't smoke.
I'll tell your mom.

I'm nervous.

- Don't worry.
- I'm not worried, I'm nervous.

- You're not. You're scared.
- You're scared.

OK, I'm scared. Aren't you?

- I am, but that's normal.
- Well, then.

You're not scared.
I'm the one who's scared.

I'm Ahmed the Uzbek.
Who's the boss?

I am.

You, stay there.
The rest of you, scram.

You're young.

They're under my protection.

The guy must be back here in 1 hour.

You pay $100
for every minute he's late.

The countdown has started.

2 days after Plato's death

Zoom in
on the people in the procession.

That's impossible.

Let's go.

What're they doing?

What's up?

Here we go!

There's a bomb in the tomb.
Don't stay here.

Run!

Don't stay here. Hurry up!
There's a bomb.

- Did you hurt yourself?
- No.

It won't take long.

You know,

I must be crazy,

but for me, he's not dead.

And his casket is empty.

I can feel him...

here, not far away.

8 years before Plato's death
He's looking at us and laughing...

like that time on the boat.

- Who's that?
- We said, no girls.

Hello.

Hello, Viktor.

How are the crocodiles?
Still green?

As green as our dollar bills.
Lengthwise and widthwise.

Hello.

I saw a beautiful girl
looking for a taxi.

I took a closer look.

It was Maria.

Illarion.

Call me Larry.

Are you new?

We're the new guys.
He's the old guy.

Everything's changed with us.

Plato, aren't you pleased?

Our partner, head of the Lada plant.

I'm Grigori. What lovely ladies
there are in Moscow!

- Mr Ahmed.
- Pleased to meet you.

Do you work with them, too?

I sort out problems...

We've been working together
for a year now,

and I'm very pleased

by how smart you youngsters are.

Let's drink

to Infocar's first birthday

and to Plato's talent.

Care to dance?

Wiith you?

Alright!

I live in Moscow
for a week per month.

Are you looking for
a part-time lover?

No...

I'm sick of Moscow tramps.

I dream of a high-flying woman.

Like you.

What do you say? Alright?

Alright to what?
To fly away with you?

Fair enough.

Slowpoke!
Are you asleep or what?

Get out!
What's gotten into you?

- Don't panic!
- Stop it!

Stop it!

Full speed ahead!

You're tireless.

In every way, you know!

Look...

The engine will blow up!

Quiet. Come eat.

You've gone crazy.

Mark, let's catch up with them.

You see, if it weren't for me,
we'd have forgotten it.

It's dumb,
but I'm afraid of heights.

Don't worry, I'm here.
1, 2, 3...

I saved the kebabs!

I wanted to make it
Infocar's club.

No rent to pay,
you stop wherever you like,

even by the Kremlin.

Mark! You taught me to swim.

Get off me!

Plato, where are you?

Idiot.

Why did you disappear last time?

I understood.

- What?
- Everything.

- Everything?
- Yes!

Maria...

What about your life?

Everything's just fine.

And your husband?

I don't have a husband.

Here we are.

So, no husband is good,
but no job is bad?

You always figure things out fast.

Faster than me.

Bye.

- Can I come up?
- What for?

Just for 5 minutes.

Got anything to drink?

The fridge is empty.

- Want some tea?
- Great!

- I dream about tea!
- Good.

Mommy?

Who are you?

Plato.

My name's Plato, too.

Hi.

Where's mom?

Go back to bed!
Hurry up!

- Why didn't you tell me?
- What?

- About my son.
- He's my son.

He looks just like I did
at his age.

He's nothing to do with you, OK?

OK, I get it.

Stay there.
I'll be right back.

Isn't it beautiful?

It's for official appointments.

Very beautiful?

It's for the unofficial ones.

Ugly?

It's your office.

And what do I have to do?

We'll put in a table and chair.

You'll sit down -
it'll be beautiful.

Where's Plato?

He's not here.
Your first job

is to buy a teddy bear.

Buy the biggest there is.

Send it to this address
with a note from Plato.

As usual:
"I love you. You are special."

It was my address.

That's how I found a job
and lost my son.

He took him off you?

He sent him to some English school
for millionaires' kids.

Honey!

You OK?

Stay down.

Scared?

The bomb's defused.

2 pounds of explosive!
We'd have all died!

3 days after Plato's death

So, how's the investigation going?

The DA's office
has worked long and hard.

We have 3 theories about that bomb:

either it was the work of rivals

to eliminate the heads of Infocar...

The Solntsevo gang,
to eliminate Ahmed,

the big boss who was there...

We need to look into Infocar.

They are tearing each other apart
like rabid dogs

for money and power.

Their TV spreads lies

about the Kremlin,
accusing it of everything.

Admire...

what they show on prime-time TV.

Tonight, ladies and gentlemen,
we bring you

a new edition of
"Dressed Up or Down".

Our hero,
unlike Governor Lomov,

doesn't remove his trousers.

But he must've left his head
at home.

Otherwise, this civil servant
would have known

that only a headless rider

could declare:
"The bomb defused at the funeral

is clearly the work
of Chechen fighters."

They've gone too far!

We should've nipped Infocar
in the bud, ages ago.

We'll do better than that,
but legally.

Hello! Remember me?

It's me.
I need to talk to you.

You didn't want to
before without a summons.

I changed my mind.

Come to my office tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I may not be able to.

Tomorrow, I may be dead.

But I mustn't die.

My mother's very sick.

Please...

5 minutes.
I'm hungry.

You're not looking properly.

Remember Stalin...

History repeats itself,
over and over again.

- Do you follow me?
- No.

Come now...
He wants power at any cost.

To get it,
he's removing the old guard.

You think I'm crazy?
See for yourself:

Viktor dies first,
then Plato is killed,

today it was Moussa's turn.

Once I've been eliminated,
Larry can take over Infocar.

What happened to Moussa Tariev?

A cement mixer hit his car
an hour ago.

He's alive
and was taken to the hospital.

Larry is worse than the devil:
he planned it all.

And I thought
we were all like brothers,

like Plato said on his birthday.

5 years before Plato's death
Plato's country house

This is for you.

- Does she look like me?
- Yes.

Thank you.
May I?

Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

Hey, new Russian

You spurn the tram and the bus

You spend your life in a Mercedes

You've forgotten the USSR!

1...

2...

3!

Here's a drink for Plato

Let's drink to Plato's health

Our dear Plato

The finest man of all

The most handsome of all

Plato, drink it down in one

Thank you very much

for all that you do for us artists.

Times are hard,

but you help us almost every day.

Plato! Your gift!

She's real!

Well?

Lady's choice!

We haven't had time
to discuss business...

Later, Hubert.

Look after her.

Thank you. Plato!

The llamas haven't
given you anything yet.

So, Fantik and I
want to congratulate you.

Every president except Yeltsin...

We're waiting for Yeltsin's
telegram, and you want us to go?

Yeltsin will show up,
that's for sure.

Yeltsin is warming up,
and we're already drunk.

Nina, I'm going home.

For your 44th birthday,
the President of Tadzhikistan

gives you
this Akhal-T�k� thoroughbred.

May it serve you 100 years!
After that, we'll see.

- Does it bite?
- Yes, it's a real Akhal-T�k�.

Shitty intelligentsia!

Viktor, calm her down.

Stuffing your faces...

boozing...

partying... Real savages!

As the country starves!
Don't you disgust yourselves?

And you eat
in the soup kitchen, do you?

I don't eat caviar.

I just drink.

Vodka.

Like everyone else.

Russian vodka.

I'm with my people.

Larry, look after it.

She's right in a way.

You bet I am!

Viktor, I've made up my mind:
I'm leaving you.

You drank too much. Go home
and rest. Viktor's staying with us.

You wimp.

Take a car.

Wiimp!

I don't want your car.

I'll do what normal people do:

I'll take the train.

They're interested in Infocar
and they really want...

That's very interesting.
I agree.

...to invest in the company,

but they want clarification
on 3 points.

Come on, guys,
let's get out of here.

There are too many people
on my back.

Take the bottle. Let's go!

We're really lucky, guys.

We've known each other for ages.

We know what the others will do
the next minute, the next hour,

the next day...
We're much more than friends.

We're a world of our own.

Here's to us!

OK?

Into the fire!

Let's go!

Do you know why Viktor died?

Because Larry did all he could
to get rid of him.

4 years before Plato's death

The import duty has risen by 150%,
but nobody gives a damn.

I don't understand this approach.

There's nothing wrong
with our approach.

It's absolutely fine.

First of all,

each task is
down to one specific person.

It's up to him
to solve his problems.

We've got $20,000,000 of Mercedes
stuck in Customs.

You've got contacts there.
Introduce me to them.

Secondly, the underworld
has its rules, Customs have theirs.

Cut the crap.
Do I bribe them?

Viktor, you're a great scholar.

We have to take care of you.

And you want to buy Customs!

Are you getting
into organized crime?

Plato said to see you
if I had problems.

Absolutely.
And that's what you did.

2 new Russians meet.

One says:
"I paid $3,000 for my tie!"

The other answers:

"You got ripped off.
I saw the same one for $5,000."

- That's funny.
- Lamb in spicy sauce.

- Classy!
- I've got a good one...

Viktor, I don't like the way
you conduct your business.

You're secretive
about Customs clearance,

you tell Larry
to send money to Switzerland...

I gave my word
I wouldn't reveal the scheme.

Who to?

I can't say. I promised.

But clearance won't cost a thing.

Don't you trust me?

It's a matter of principle.

Trust without a contract
ends in bloodshed.

And we don't want blood to be shed.

That's the basic principle
of our work. Understand?

Plato, can I have a word?

Since when do we hide things
from each other?

That's new!

If it concerns work, we can leave.

Why should I leave?
It concerns us all.

Guys...

We should leave
the two of them to it.

It's just that I'm hungry.

Come on. You can carry on later.

You really are a pain!

Viktor...

You...

give your word to strangers,

but you can't tell me?

You give me car imports,

with duty up 150%!
Do you see the problem?

You...

give your word to strangers,

but you can't tell me?

I gave my word.

You can't tell me?

Do you want me to go?

Do what you like.

Yeah, right... you go.

When I was stuck,
two guys showed up.

Dad, I'll catch you!

At your age,
you should be clubbing.

You embarrass me!

We know you have a problem
with Customs.

Excuse me, who are you?

The Small Business Advisory Center.

If you really have a problem,

we're prepared to help you.

How?

Our company doesn't pay duty
on imported goods.

In particular, on vehicles.

- Who authorizes this?
- The President.

By special decree.

We're just after
the Blind Association.

But before the Sports Fund.

You know,
I've got good sight.

I've got nothing to do
with the blind.

So, I'm afraid
it doesn't apply to me.

It does.

The plan's simple:

you sell all your vehicles
to one of our foreign branches.

We import them,
we take off the duty,

and we sell them back to you.

Your conditions?

50% of the profits.

The Afghanistan Veterans
and the Blind charge more.

Are you interested?

Yes.

Colonel Belenki.

Pasha to my friends.

See that pine tree over there?

Watch closely.

The pine tree is no more.

If I'd had that in Afghanistan,

I'd still have my legs

and a face like Alain Delon's.

Go on, shoot.

It's OK, I believe you.

Shoot, I said.

I don't like it, I can't.

- It doesn't hurt to try.
- Just relax.

And again!

Again!

Viktor, let me tell you:

you got screwed by those crooks.

- Not crooks. Their number...
- I don't believe it!

You're prepared to give them
$20,000,000 of cars on a plate!

Their number is that of the former
Central Party Committee.

Maybe I could discuss it

with their "Politburo" boss?

I don't know.

You can try.

Pasha?
It's Viktor.

I have a problem: our boss wants
to talk to yours. Is that possible?

He's going to try.

Yes, Plato Makovski.

Hello.

How do you do?

Thank you very much.

Alright. Goodbye.

Know who their boss is?

Who?

Holy cow!

That's very, very interesting.

2 years before Plato's death
Moscow

Those bastards are stifling us!

No more privileges!

There'll be chaos.
The blood's flowing.

When we started collaborating,
someone called me.

Could he call me again now?

Why not?

I'll do that for you.

Colonel Belenki speaking.
Is he there?

Put him on.

Hello.

This is Makovski.

Yes...

- Well?
- Here's what we'll do.

We need a document
from the Ministry of Finance.

He'll see to it.

- And we'll keep the mill turning.
- I don't get it. What mill?

Where's the money?
Where is it?

Do I explain?

Or don't I?

I'll explain.

Let's say I owe Larry 1 ruble.

Larry owes Viktor 1,

and Viktor owes me 1.
But none of us has any money.

- Give me 1 ruble.
- Go on.

Let's suppose the founder
of the Academy of Science,

Lomonossov comes
and buys a glove off of me.

For 1 ruble.

I give it to Larry,
'cause I owe it to him.

We're now quits.

Larry gives it to Viktor.
They're now quits.

And Viktor gives it to me.
We're now quits.

But Lomonossov comes back, saying:

"What use is just one glove?"

He gives me the glove,
I give him the ruble.

I have my glove,

Lomonossov has his ruble,

and we're quits with Customs.

What a magician!
What sleight of hand!

I didn't see a fucking thing!

You sure thought about this,
didn't you?

But what's in it for you?

The bank the duty goes through
will be mine.

And I'll take a small percentage,
a tiny amount

on every transaction.
That's all.

He came up with that
in 3 minutes.

Genius. Sheer genius.

Our teachers called him "Platosha"
in front of everyone

to show that they were his equals.

But there's no such thing
as equality.

What did you have to do
with Koretski?

A lot, unfortunately.

But wasn't Belenki
from the Kremlin, too?

You see,

you have 2 hands,

the left and the right, don't you?

Well,
the Kremlin has dozens of hands.

Like the Hindu goddess, Shiva.

And all those hands

are greedy.

They're... extremely greedy.

Sometimes, the left hand
wants to steal the steak

off the right hand.

You're the steak?

Not only me.

Here comes the bastard.

1 year before Plato's death

Listen carefully to my boss.

You listen carefully to mine.

How can an officer like you
help a crook rob the country?

A hero of Afghanistan!
You'd have been court-martialed.

Oh, were you there?
You goddam draft dodger!

I asked you if you were there!

Where did you come from?

Little kitty...

Get the keys to the safe.

What did you have to do
with Makovski?

3 days after Plato's death

Did I kill him? No.

It would've been
too great an honor.

I hated him,
but the way you hate a monster:

a monster of selfishness,
cynicism... a real monster.

Tell me...

Maria Koretski, an Infocar employee,
is your ex-wife...

- Put that down.
- I'm sorry.

What do you think?

That I got revenge,
because he stole my wife?

I, Koretski,

an aristocrat, lower myself
to be jealous of that half-breed!

I'm just sorry for Russia.

My forebears served this country
for ten generations

under the czars, the communists,
regardless...

It would've been considered a sin
to judge the czar.

Our respect for power
is hereditary...

as is the gift of spotting enemies
and punishing them mercilessly.

You can't imagine the harm
that this Makovski

could have caused the State

if he hadn't been eliminated.

- Did you eliminate him?
- I wasn't the only one.

Who are the others?

So, the search of Infocar

and the murder of Colonel Belenki
was your work?

Well, well, well...

Because, you see,

I have proof.

Now listen to me.

Chmakov...

What are you after?

I'm not an aristocrat,

and some things go over my head.

But we ordinary mortals and filthy
flunkeys would like to know

why, with no regard to the law,

you extorted money from Makovski?

Get out!

Did you know that Makovski
recorded your conversation?

That's right.

Maybe he told you,

maybe he even wanted to use it,
and you killed him?

Get the hell out!

That's actually a very good motive.
Goodbye.

Chmakov!

I'll break the door down!

Chmakov, open up!

- What do you want?
- Where's the cassette?

What cassette?

That Makovski recorded
at the Kremlin.

- Ah, the cassette!
- Yes, the cassette.

Here it is.

Give it to me.

Give it to me.

Here!

He calls me up:
"Can you come over?"

9 months before Plato's death
I say: "Where?" "The Kremlin."

"I'll send you a car."
"I've got mine."

"lt'd take too long to get you
a pass." And he hangs up.

Capital punishment
for theft of State funds

still hasn't been abolished.
Do you know that, Mr Makovski?

How bloodthirsty you are,
Mr Koretski.

Did you know that the President
set up an amnesty committee?

We're building
a more humane society.

No amnesty can concern you.

Let me be quite clear:
you're a criminal.

A dangerous criminal.

You don't rob an individual -
you rob a people.

You rob an entire country!

The country which raised you.

And gave you a free education.

This stolen money could go
to children, old people, invalids!

Mr Koretski, our company

is looking for a consultant
to be paid around $1,000,000 a year.

Could you suggest anyone?

How much?

Please take a look at this document.

Tomorrow at noon,
I want to see on this table...

10 million... dollars, of course.

That's enough to start with.

So, tomorrow, bring me 10 million

in cash.

You can go.
They'll escort you out.

Leave that document.

The worst thing
isn't the 10 million.

To hell with the money.

He knows
our Swiss account numbers,

but the worst thing
is that we don't know...

What's that shit?

An omelet.

It's Makovski's account
of his visit to Koretski.

So?

Where's the recording
he made in Koretski's office?

He recorded it?

- You said he did!
- No.

I told Koretski
I had a recording

of his conversation with Makovski.

You just heard it
from Makovski himself.

The keys to the safe.

Here.

Listen,

Mr Alcoholics Anonymous,
do you know who Koretski is?

- And who's behind him?
- I don't give a shit.

Behind every bastard is another one.
I'm sick of it.

He knows
our Swiss account numbers,

9 months before Plato's death

but the worst thing is
that we don't know

what else he has
in that file of his.

Viktor,
how did he get those contracts?

- I don't know.
- Calm down. Sit down.

I said, sit down.

- How many originals were there?
- 1 for us, 1 for Belenki.

- Where's ours?
- In Belenki's safe.

Aren't there enough safes here?

Belenki's a reliable guy.

And where is this reliable guy now?

I don't know.

He hasn't answered the phone
for 2 days.

We'll go to his place.

Someone bring me a coffee!

- What happened?
- This is the place.

Stop looting.

- Don't steal that fridge.
- We're not!

I'm from the insurance.
When was the fire?

- 3 days ago.
- Not 3... 4.

- Where are the owners?
- No idea.

There were gunshots.

If I understand right,

that's our contract, isn't it?

So, let's take stock:

debit, credit.

Our friend Moussa:

minus.

Our friend Plato:

minus.

Larry: minus.

Nina: minus.

My daughters: plus.

Dear Plato,

what's about to happen
is no one's fault.

Excuse me,
I live downstairs.

I was taking down the trash
and I locked myself out.

So?

Do you have a rope?

You OK?

Everything's fine.
Thank you.

It's just an accident.

It happens.

We've always been friends.

Don't be mad at me.

It's not your fault. I'm tired.

I'd just like to say
one last thing.

Remember that poem by Galich:

"You will beget wolves on earth.

"You'll teach them
to wag their tails."

Do you remember the rest?

Farewell.

It can't be!

I really loved him.

You know that.

Why are you silent?

Do you hate me, too?

Well?

Have I screwed up your life?

Hello.

- Where's your mom?
- She won't see anybody.

Tell her Uncle Plato's here.
Nina!

Mom won't see anybody.

Calm down.

Calm down, honey.

It's over.

I'll be like a father to you now...
Nina, it's us.

There is great suffering here.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you very much.

Let's go.

Let's get out of here.

4 days after Plato's death

I got an ex-colleague

to analyze the ashes in the safe.

What did he say?

That it was newspaper
that had burned in the safe.

The originals went to the Kremlin.

Then, we found Belenki and
his henchmen's bodies in the forest.

We realized then
that Viktor hadn't betrayed anybody,

but it was too late.

Do you remember
how the poem ends?

- Which one?
- The one with the wolves.

"You will beget wolves on earth.
You'll teach them to wag their tails.

"And if later, you have to pay the
price, So be it: that will be later."

You have to like poetry.
It's Galich.

- I'm staying for the funeral.
- OK.

Just do everything
this man tells you.

You brought your brother?

A brother in arms. He's responsible
for getting you to the cemetery.

There, others will take charge
of you until the grave.

How droll!

Don't answer.

- Why not?
- They can spot us.

Until we reach the cemetery,
I'm in charge.

Brake as slowly as possible.

Get down... Down!

Federal Security Brigade. Get out.

- Hello, Mr Makovski.
- Hello.

I've wanted to meet you for ages.

Please sit down.

I heard you wanted
to leave Russia.

No, I'm being forced to.

No one's forcing you.

The gang which was trying to control
Colonel Belenki has been broken up.

Pity about Belenki.

He was one of the old school.

Konstantin, come into my office.

So, you mustn't leave Russia.

What's the point
of stopping the flow?

You have a new contact
to replace Belenki.

I won't introduce you -
you already met.

I know your gift for
sudden disappearances, Mr Makovski.

This telephone
must never leave you,

day or night.

Only I know the number.

Are you against the idea?

No, I'm for.

Be in touch!

It's yours.

I even know who's calling.

Want to speak to him?

There's only one button...

He can call, but you can't.

Yeah, it's cleverly done.

Just think...

He presses a button -
I'm at his beck and call: "Yes, sir!"

Stop here.

They make good ice cream now.

It took 'em long enough.

Turn around.
We're going to the airport.

- Is the airplane waiting?
- Of course.

It's disgusting.
Throw it away.

6 months before Plato's death, France
Larry, turn on Channel 2!

2 - not 1 !

Don't you understand Russian?

What can you see? The jungle?

Let me check.

What can you see?

A waterfall?

That's right.

It's El Dorado,
the future El Dorado.

Call Mark. Tell him to find out
the price of the square mile there.

I'm ready.

I'm ready.

Are we going to the restaurant?

- Can't you go by yourself?
- Why?

I'm expecting
an important phone call.

What's the phone call?

Don't you know
that a woman by herself

in a restaurant here
is a whore?

Well, what are you?

The Virgin Mary?

Just you try and hit me...

I'll rip your eyes out.

G�rard...

Take the young lady to the airport.
She's leaving now.

Oh, I'm fucking crying!

I dreamed of not having to see
you and your goddam TV anymore!

Let go! Let go of me!

Our huge region
has little autonomy.

Power remains in Moscow -
that's our problem.

Machinery is rusty, the factories
are in ruins. We live in poverty.

Our region is rich: wherever you dig,
you find petrol, uranium...

But the money goes to Moscow.

Larry, turn on Channel 4.

Is that why you want
to be president?

Yes, enough is enough.

- Don't you fear defeat?
- No, they should fear me.

- Why's that?
- You'll see once I've won.

- We need a channel.
- The Panama Canal? No problem.

A TV channel!
Drop what you're doing and see to it.

We'll turn the situation around.

It occurred to me
that if we can't beat the Kremlin,

we can become the Kremlin.

You're not born a president -
you're made a president.

The guy on Channel 4,

the governor in the fur hat...

We'll make him president.
Alright?

Send the airplane for me.

I'm coming home.

3 months before Plato's death
Northern Siberia

- He needs thinner eyebrows.
- Not for a man of the people.

What do you think, Mr Plato?

Look at what we're reduced to.
Chaos everywhere...

We have electricity 2 hours a day,

no water,

pensions are paid 6 months late.

That's because
the power's in Moscow.

Give it back to the people.

Russia's Great North
is embarking upon a new life!

Vote Nikolai Lomov!

Many people hate me,
because I'm rich.

But if I managed it,
I can help you become rich, too.

If you want to be rich,

vote for Nikolai Lomov!

I won!

Let's now see who would be elected

if the elections were held today.

In the lead, like last week,
are the Communist leader

and the Prime Minister.

Extraordinary news:
In third place is Nikolai Lomov.

Little known just a month ago,
the governor has this week overtaken

a number of famous politicians

to become one of the most
serious presidential candidates.

Next week, I'll be 2nd.

On Mr Makovski's channel,
you can be first now.

- But it won't get you elected.
- I know, it'll cost a lot!

Talking of money,
don't mention economics.

Why not?

We'll discuss that later.
As for the money,

are Swiss francs OK with you?

It's mainly the gas
we're interested in.

Of course.
Gas interests everyone.

Why shouldn't I mention economics?

Because not everyone
who listens to you is a moron.

You know full well we can't
double production in 3 years.

Any more than we can

make pineapples grow
in the tundra.

It's me.

Don't turn around,
I'm behind you.

Let him win just one game.

I never mentioned pineapples.

But you said, within a year,
1 ruble would be worth 1 dollar.

I prefer the pineapples.

Please miss this shot.

That's the 3rd game you've won.

Right away. I promise.
Count on me.

Sure thing.

Game over.

Wiith you Plato,
it'd be good to eat shit!

You wouldn't share,
you'd eat it all!

Nikolai...

Billiards is like economics.
Not everyone can do it.

Meaning?

Meaning:
it takes a bit of grey matter.

I'm a jerk, is that it?

Know who you're talking to?

No one has ever called Lomov a jerk!

You just did it very well
on your own.

Who are you spitting on?

On Russia!

I'll crush you!

You think you bought me?

No way!

When I'm president,
I'll throw you out!

You and all your breed!

You'll never be president.

At least, not while I'm alive.

Then, you'll die!

If you get in my way,

you'll die!

Day of Plato's death

Those bastards have gone crazy.

They want to take everything off us,
do you hear?

Not just the TV channel -
everything. Everything!

Dig up what we've got on Lomov.

That'll make 'em think.

I've got a video of him
with 2 whores. Can we use that?

Use it.

Anything goes now.

Kourotchkine, the prayer.

Nikolai Lomov:
our governor - your president.

Amen.

We are continuing
our series of investigations

entitled "Dressed Up or Down".

Here is a presidential candidate,

the Governor of Northern Siberia,
Nikolai Lomov.

If you thought he was in the sauna,
you were wrong.

He became famous
for his patriotic convictions...

and wants to fight corruption...

Kourotchkine,
stop stuffing your face and write.

What?

A denial saying
that this is just a Lomov lookalike.

- Are you stupid or something?
- OK, I'm going.

Like Rasputin before him,

Lomov tries to fight sin

with sin.

Wrong, Makovski. It's not
my bare ass that'll bring me down.

4 days after Plato's death

Mr Lomov's campaign HQ.
One moment, I'll check.

Mr Lomov is busy.

I'd like to ask him a few questions.

I just told you he's busy.
He can't see you.

If you have any questions,

write them down
and he'll answer them.

Take this down, then.

First question:

How much did Lomov pay
General Koretski

for Plato Makovski's execution?

Pardon me?

Carry on.

He wanted questions in writing?

So, write.

- Why did you send for me?
- A little drink?

I asked you a question.

Look what he sent me,
your genius from the Urals!

Read it carefully -
there's funny stuff on you, too.

- He's dead!
- Calm down.

You wasted Makovski -
now I have to clean up.

- What do I do, then?
- Go to jail.

You know
that this is the age of justice.

Jail?
But I'm offering you the TV channel.

You're trembling, you two-bit hero!

Go raise your reindeer

and stay away from Moscow
for six months.

What about his questions?
Do I answer them?

No need.

Another scoop on Infocar:

lts Info-TV channel will now be

controlled by Nikolai Lomov's
petrol company, Sieviergaz.

This what was just announced
in a news flash

from Info-TV's star anchorman,
Evgueni Roudenko.

Dear viewers, goodbye

and thank you.

Stay on your guard.

What is happening
to your channel today

may happen
to each of you tomorrow.

Remember what Hemingway said:

"For whom does the bell toll?"

Maria?

Are you watching TV?

Why isn't Larry's mobile working?

He changed the number.

Give it to me.

I don't have it.

Maria, please!
The future of Infocar is at stake.

If he calls, I'll tell him.

Thank you.

Larry called an hour ago.

He wants us to send him
a car tomorrow at 11.

Where to?

- You won't tell?
- I promise.

- What'll you tell him?
- I'll think of something.

4, Chevchenko Wharf,
Building 3, in the courtyard.

Maria...

Thank you.
I'll never forget what you just did.

5 days after Plato's death

Larry called an hour ago.

He wants us to send him
a car tomorrow at 11.

Listen to this.

4, Chevchenko Wharf,
Building 3, in the courtyard.

What now?

Hi, Larry.

What are you afraid of?
You're afraid, huh?

Hi, Larry.

You're panicking now!

Look at me, filthy Georgian scum!

Don't throw it everywhere.

Lousy garbage men!

Larry! Who's in there?

Open up!

Plato!

Day of Plato's death

It's a masked ball!
Can I give you a lift?

I have my car.
Unless you only ride in Mercedes...

Send everything we've got on Lomov.

Yes, right away!

Go on!

I'll call you back. Bye.

Open the door.

- Should we follow you?
- Go home. I'll call you.

It won't get any greener.

Turn the TV off.

20 minutes ago, an assassination
was carried out on Infocar CEO,

Plato Makovski.

An assassination

in downtown Moscow
was carried out

on one of Russia's leading
entrepreneurs, Plato Makovski.

Is it a joke?

Not really.

- You're here?
- Yes.

- Where is he?
- In the bedroom.

I'm gonna find

that dog, Lomov

and I'll tear him apart
with my own hands!

I swear I will.

- You think it's Lomov?
- Who else?

It can only be him or Koretski.

- Who knows you're here?
- No one.

Fine.

They think you're dead.
That's good.

Stay in hiding here,
like Lenin in his hut.

Don't call anyone.
Give me your phone.

Don't let anyone in.

I'll bring you food.
No one will know you're here.

Alright.

What about me? And my job?

Your job is to be Lenin's wife:

peel the potatoes,
prepare the meatballs!

Give me 3 days
to flush the traitor out.

What traitor?

Why did someone try to kill you?

To get control of Infocar.
Now that they think you're dead,

they need one of us
to collaborate with them.

They need a traitor and his shares
to control the company.

Plato...

Is that you?

What're you doing here?

My aunt lives here. She's sick,
so I run errands for her.

You didn't see me.
I no longer exist.

What's that? ...Plato!

A visitor.
He's real clingy!

You ain't seen nothing yet. Be nice
and put this on a plate for us.

You can't believe I came?

We're not savages.

We have our own codes.

A pal has a problem,
he had an accident.

It was deliberate.

I was 15 feet away from death.

Did you crap your pants?

Did you think you were being sent
to meet Plato?

A little warning.

Don't worry.

Who did it?

We'll find out.

We'll protect you now.

As soon as he heard,
Koretski called me.

Even if he holds a grudge
against you, he said:

"Moussa's on our side.
We have to protect him.

We'll help him.

And he'll help us in return."

Huh, Moussa...

you'll help us?

You're not so dumb, after all...

How did they find out?

How did they find out?

Poor Mark saved my life.

Now's no time for tears, Plato.
Think ahead.

Your airplane's ready.

- Here's money and a visa.
- What visa? This is war.

They shoot us, and we just
show them naked on TV. Enough!

An eye for an eye.
Ahmed...

I was protecting you
before Infocar even existed.

Don't panic.
I'm watching over you.

But you wait till you have a problem
to call me.

I told you to call me before that.

When I get back from London,
I'll sort it out.

I must go.
My sister's getting married.

OK, stop here.

Off you go, Ahmed.

- Congratulate your sister.
- I will.

When I get back, I'll have them.

- They buy him?
- No, just put him in the picture.

He'll never get involved
in this again.

The rat.
He calls himself a bandit!

It's not Koretski

and Lomov I'm worried about.
They're enemies. An enemy's simple.

But what do we do with a traitor?

- Know who it is?
- Think about it.

Tomorrow, Infocar's shareholders

have an extraordinary
general meeting.

That means
someone promised them their 2%.

One of us!

Mark's been killed.
You and I haven't sold anything.

Only one person left.

Moussa.

Did you speak to him?

It's too late for that.

- I'll go see him.
- Go ahead.

You're childhood friends.

You wait till I call you.

Don't start anything.

Understand, Larry?

Sure.

I'll wait till you call me.

You'll see:

he'll make you
a very attractive offer.

Did you try mouth-to-mouth?

Why are you here?

Thought you screwed us all?

You followed me.

No matter.

I've got 2 pieces of news for you:

one bad, the other very bad.

You're off the case

and you're going
straight home to the Urals.

I have your ticket here.

Now for the very bad news.

You've been dismissed.
Professional misconduct.

How much did Koretski pay you?

Do you think I'll share?

I'm very mean.

How long till you retire?

About 5 seconds.

The channel was created
with the people's money.

It must belong to the people

and not to the CIA's flunkeys

or to the oligarchs.

That is why we paid Info-TV's debts

and now we give it back
to the State,

that is, to the people.

- What's wrong?
- You?

Me.

Plato, you're alive!

But they said that...

You know how those bastards
treat us! Mark's dead

and me too... They wanted...

You're back from the dead.

Plato, we'll celebrate!
You'll see. Stay there...

Girls! Natacha!

Did you say goodbye
to your mother?

Yes.

Are you taking him to prison?

No, the orphanage.
It's his new home.

Run!

No, I can't.

- Come on!
- No.

- Why not?
- I'm ashamed.

- C'mon!
- No.

You know you should
never say no to me.

Plato, here we are!

- Sorry, girls, another time!
- We want to dance.

Later, later!

Go on, girls.

Go on, you get back to work.

Want an apple?

No, thanks.

Are we screwed or not?

What do you think?

So, it's a disaster.

It can't be worse.

I wanted to suggest
something to you.

Stupid Moussa has had an idea.

We go along with them,

but I become CEO.

Except I'll do everything
you tell me!

As always! We'll be OK...

My leg!

Isn't that a good idea?

- What do you say?
- Careful...

Do you like it?

They had it all figured out:

you sold them your 2%,

they became majority shareholders
and make you CEO to thank you.

What are you talking about?
Are you crazy?

You were told I was dead.

You were alone, afraid...

They wanted to kill me.

They threatened... to kill me,
do you understand?

I understand everything.

Just tell me who it was.

Koretski?

Tell me
and we'll forget all about it.

You know you can't say no to me!

Lomov.

There we are...

You're not mad at me?

- Of course not.
- Really?

We're like brothers.

Why are you laughing?

I was thinking...

of when the boat sank
and you saved the kebabs!

You remember?
I did that for you.

Maria...

Take me away,
I can't take any more.

Everyone disgusts me,

me most of all. Do you hear?

Let's get the hell out of here,
just you and me.

Let's go right now.

Call my airplane,
tell them we're coming.

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

To hell with your vacation!

I really love you.

I've always loved you.

We're leaving in an hour!...
Excuse me.

I'm still here.

Something's going on.
I'll call you back.

Highway Police,
Sergeant lvanov.

The car is dirty, and your headlight
is broken. ID, please.

Why did you bring me here?

Me? You called me!

It was your code on my cellphone!

- It wasn't you?
- I told you...

Good evening, Mark.

Hello, Viktor.

Why are you here so late?

- Drinking.
- You mustn't stay here.

Everything's OK, guys.

I'm at home. This is my grave.

He does look like him.
Bastard!

You crazy?
Why'd you nearly kill him?

'Cause he looks like him.

What a lot of loose change...

Drive.

I'm going back to Moscow.
Turn around.

TYCOON