community?
I forgot...
Wait...
Mossback.
Yes, a mossback.
Wig, alright?
- May I try it?
- Go on.
Pull harder. It's a special glue.
He can even wash his head.
That's good.
- Good resemblance?
- Yes, but he's kind, the other's evil.
- Do you like it here?
- Cozy. Which is my bed?
Your sack.
- You've got to take the best spot.
- And where is that?
Yevgeny Ivanovich, don't you remember?
By the window, over there.
But someone's things are there.
Throw them on the floor.
When the owner comes back, you just
tell him to split, fade, get lost.
- Remember?
- Yes, I remember.
That's it. Soon they'll be returning
from work.
And don't forget, try to stress
that you've partly lost your memory.
Ifthey start to beat you up,
knock on the door.
All right.
I mean, akey-okey.
Hey you!
Why'd you throw away my things?
You...
Listen, you...
You know...
What should I know?
Come on,
be a good boy, will you?
Hey, it's Docent!
How you doing?
Welcome home!
- And you get lost!
- Right! Fade out!
He'd better get lost, or I'll clobber
him, whap him, gouge his blinkers out!
For the rest 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 owI!
- 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.
-