asked them a thousand times
to get me a new bike...
- Yes, you can't live with an
old battery... - Tell me about it...
- So? On three?
- Let's give it a try!
Get on!
Ok, now give us a boost!
Come on, little boost, little boost...
- Ok, stop! I can see you're
out of breath. - A bit, yeah.
- Well, now let me push you around.
- What's the point?
Listen, friend. Let's tow it
with your Volga. You got a cable?
Oh, who knows what's in there...
I can't remember.
I'll have a look.
Got tow-rope!
We're good!
- It's fixed! Thank you, friend.
You saved me! - Don't mention it...
- People are friends to one another.
- That's excatly right!
I was in trouble - you helped.
If you were in trouble -
I'd help.
Together we work at a common goal:
you - your way, and I mine. - Exactly!
Say, friend, is there
a telegraph nearby?
Not far.
Get in, I'll escort you.
"GAS STATION"
I would like to ask for 5 days vacation
due to the grave health situation...
...situation of... of...
my beloved nephew. Thank you.
Oh? Oh?... Right, I see.
Writing it down...
Right!
Resting?
- Is something wrong?
- No, no... Nothing.
- Who's the owner?
- Yeah, who's the owner??
Me.
- The documents for it!
- The docum--...
I apologize.
The chase! What thriller story
can do without it?
One runs, the other keeps up.
This - is the unbreakable genre rule.
A thriller without a chase, is like...
life without love.
Detochkin loved children.
He had no choice.
Detochkin saw that
it was over.
He felt like shutting his eyes close...
but feared of hitting schoolchildren.
But the inspector also loved children,
and couldn't honorably cede to Detochkin.
- You're nicked, brother!
- Oh, yeah?
From the Police, it's useless to...
What the hell? Wait up!
- You! Don't drive off! Wait!
- So, brother?
What "so?"
It's the battery again...
I did warn you that you can't
live with an old battery.
- I've always feared it'll break
during an important job... - Of course!
There! They couldn't just replace
my motorcycle... - My sympathies!
- You didn't get lucky!
- But you did.
- Well, one of us two
had to get lucky. - Right...
So what shall we do, brother?
Why did you run away from me?
Force of habit.
You chase, I run.
Me too! You run, I chase you.
Maybe lend me a hand?
We'll hook it up to your Volga,
like we did the first time.
No! I've seen how you repay kindness!
Sorry. I'm going.
- Don't interfere.
- Look, the police!
Lock the garage.
- Commence!
- Up!
Down...
I've always said that this
criminal is talented.
Perhaps even... more
talented than me.
- That can't be!
- No, it happens...
Jesus... All in singles!
No interrupt me,
or I to start from beginning.
There - 5,500!
Pardon, but why is all your money
in singles? It's suspicious.
And who are you?
The public prosecutor?
I don't ask where you got the car,
why there're no documents.
I can answer openly -
I stole this car.
I can tell you who from and why.
I too can tell you honestly:
I'm a pastor.
These Rubals - donations to Him.
Well, there was a bit left over...
And you believe in God?
All people believe. Some, that god exists.
Others, that he doesn't.
Neither can be proven.
Are you gonna count again?
I am!
As promised: Grundig tape recorder.
Four tracks, stereo sound...
But is it new?
- Brand new. I checked personally.
- Well, I'll take it... I remember.
- Eighty.
- What? You said fifty!
- Things have changed for me.
- Well, this is a robbery!
You don't have to. I'll sell it.
in a second! So elegant...
- ...four tracks, stereo sound...
- I'll take it.
Mister, this item is sold.
Don't touch it, it's sold.
But why do you suppose
he stole YOUR car?
- What's wrong?
- They caught me.
I'm a dead man.
The investigator came to see me.
They'll lock you up.
Next time don't steal...
Semion Vasiliovich!
You're in MY home!
- Jail is your home...
- Dad! Bad day for these jokes!
Inka! What shall I do??
What to do?
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