ofyour life you'll have
to work to pay for the bandages!
The knucklehead!
The fungus face!
Buzz off, boy,
or I'll bash your face in!
Why didn't you say so in the first
place?
Greetings, pen pals!
Well, I'll be a three-eyed owl!
- How you doing?
- Good old Raspy!
Hi, Docent!
Baby!
Listen, I've got a better spot for
your bunk, next to the slop-bucket!
- Who is he?
- Nicky of St. Pete's.
Listen, for less than that,
a lot less, much less,
I've strangled and torn guys apart!
Don't get sore, pal.
- I'll gouge your blinkers out!
- Help! The guy wants to blind me!
It's nothing serious.
Crosseyes!
- Quiet!
- Huh? What?
- Where'd you ditch the helmet?
- Me?
Yes, you.
- You had the helmet, pal!
- Oh yeah? Then What did I do with it?
- How should I know?
- You're going to be sorry!
- What for?
- I'll hop you one!
Hey, cool it, Docent!
How would he know
where the helmet is?
You dragged the helmet around.
You always kept the helmet in a bag.
When they busted us, it was not there.
You lost it yourself,
and now you try to pin it on me.
When anything goes wrong,
just blame it on old Crosseyes.
- Don't you remember anything?
- Not A thing.
I dropped offthat baggage rack
on the train.
Got bumped on the noggin. Here I
remember something, nothing there.
- Swear it!
- Let me never get out if I lie!
In between getting the helmet and my
trial, everything is like cut off.
Bullshit! One second you remember,
the next you don't.
It does happen.
I got sloshed once. When I woke up
at the police, I remembered nothing.
- I guess...
- Hold it!
- Remember how we got to Moscow?
- No.
- How we holed up in some chickencoop?
- All right, and then?
- We got smashed.
- Shut up!
Then a gink came up to see you,
you had a big chinfest in the yard.
- What gink?
- You said he worked in a cloakroom...
In a hall...
In a concert hall.
- I don't remember. What then?
- We went to A fence.
- Where?
On the boulevard.
- What boulevard? What was it called?
- the main drag with All the cars.
I couldn't tell you the address.
I'd recognize the place though.
Could you guys please knock it off.
This is getting to be a real drag:
remember, don't remember. Let's sleep.
Flight 407
from Moscow
has just landed.
- Where are you going?
- I'm going to prison.
No! I'm a kindergarten principal,
I can't run around the Soviet Union
with two wrong numbers ofyours.
I was summoned by the colonel,
and he said:
since those two are not Muscovites
and don't know the streets' names,
they can point them out
on the spot.
So organize a false break for them,
and they will take us to that helmet.
That is, naturally, ifyou manage
to convince Comrade Troshkin to do it.
No, you won't manage!
I take a plane,
dropping all the things I have to do,
I take a taxi,
and he doesn't want to do it!
- I don't want to.
- Why?
I've got a hundred children each year,
and all their mamas, dads, grandmas.
All our community have known me
for years!
And you want me to show myself
in Moscow
looking like this,
with thieves as companions?
Speaking about mamas...
Early this morning,
I dropped by your home
and I told your mother
the seminar would last 2 weeks longer.
At ten o'clock at the cement plant.
The driver is our man.
- You got clothes? And some cash?
- It's all ready.
Out in a haystack.
I know the place.
We'll be caught.
It's a plant and you're a sucker.
To hell with you!
I'm going to take your cut.
Yes...
- Not exactly comfortable.
- It's not a long ride. It'll do.
Repeat your orders.
Park by the cement
mixing yards.
When the three ofthem
sneak into my tank truck,
I drive, without loading cement
into it, out to Alibakan.
At the crossroads, park and go in the
restaurant till the three men come out.
Do it!
Let's go!
- Where are you going?
- to the cement depot.
- Where's the cement depot?
- It's up there.
- Where?
- Over there!
That's not the cement depot,
the engine parts are