shot. A terrorist!
But the police chief, what a man.
What a man! Nothing.
Uncle Kolya worked and paid off his debt.
I helped a bit.
The police chief moved up.
He became a businessman.
And "Brother" was burned down.
But by someone else,
not Uncle Kolya.
That's wonderful.
But what does all that have to do
with this case?
If... if...
I'm for kindness.
Your brains sure curdled fast, brother.
No, no.
I don't have cottage cheese up here!
A good man should be helped.
And a bad man should be...
I vote that the young Chechen
is not guilty.
Write it down. Thank you.
Well!
That's amazing!
What kind of justice is that?
Uncle Kolya the plumber
runs around drunk.
Uncle Lyosha the police chief
drinks vodka with him.
Uncle Vasya the city prosecutor
turns a blind eye.
And the criminal remains at large!
And meanwhile the entire
civilized world
has lived for centuries
according to the law.
A Russian man will
never live by the law.
- Why not?
- The law bores him.
The law is dead.
There's nothing personal about it.
And a Russian man without that
personal touch is an empty shell.
He won't steal or guard.
But that's awful!
Who said it was good?
Look at that horrible pipe.
It's obscene.
Total filth in the center of Moscow.
In a school,
where they teach children.
The builders forgot to run
a proper heating pipe,
and then the school was built.
They should cut off their limbs
and put them in prison.
By law.
But there are personal ties.
Human ones. Russian ones.
The school let them temporarily
hang that thing. Temporarily.
And it has a corrosive effect
on the minds of the children.
Maybe that's why they leave
their bras in the bathroom.
And nobody gets steamed up.
What's the law got to do with it?
Human relations.
Here! You'll love this.
Inventory number 72-17-99.
Young Eagle Pioneer Camp.
1967.
I wasn't even born then.
Do you see how it is?
40 years have passed. 40 years!
And we still can't wake up
from the coma.
4 decades of running in place.
That's it. I missed my train.
The troupe left without me.
But I'm here. And I'm voting.
The young Chechen is not guilty.
Write it down. Period.
Shit...
What are you...? Aw, hell!
What did... See what you did?
- This is a circus?
- Actually, I'll join them! Write that, too!
Let's all join them!
- Wonderful...
- I also think the kid's not guilty!
And, incidentally,
I have reasonable doubts.
Can you explain why
if he killed and robbed
his adoptive father...
...he returned with the money
to the scene of the crime?
Yes, good point.
Atypical murderer wouldn't do that.
Listen, just listen.
OK, you're a respectable man,
a college dean.
How can you say that?
What does "typical murderer" mean?
Atypical one wouldn't go back,
but this one did,
because he's a stupid,
uneducated savage
who just jumped out of the tree.
You expect him to write novels?
You know perfectly well,
those animals have tiny little bird brains.
My dear sir...
...excuse me, but just who
are you calling a savage?
I'm also from the Caucasus,
for example.
So the poet Rustaveli was a savage?
The artist Pirosmani?
Directors like Paradzhanov?
- Who's a savage?
- I don't mean them.
I'm talking about the monster
who killed his father.
I'm talking about myself.
I'm also from the Caucasus.
I studied in Moscow.
But I get called "monkey".
I'm no monkey, I'm a surgeon.
A physician. I have my own clinic.
Understand?
I don't doubt it, OK, so you're not
toiling away at county hospital.
Then why do people come here
from the Caucasus to buy a diploma?
What? To buy what?
- I bought one?
- I don't mean you.
I'm asking you, wait!
I bought my diploma, yes?
I never paid anyone
to get where I am!
How dare you?
What gives you the right, huh?
I tried 4 times before I got into
Moscow Medical School!
And for all 4 years I worked
as an orderly at city hospital! Yes!
I worked as a paramedic and in the ER.
I graduated in honor! "With