Alexandervich...
Gedevan, let's tie up these lads now,
and take a course to the North.
Why?
Maybe the shores of the Mediterranean are there?
Ha, so Vladimir Nicolaevich,
you've gone out of your mind, my friend.
Where on Pluk is there a sea?
They made fuel from them long ago.
Sorry, they made what?
Fuel, Skripach, fuel...
Now you owe us six thousand,
one hundred and forty boxes.
How has it accumulated so much?
You ate the kasha, you drank the
water... and took the bandura.
No, delete the bandura... we don't want
the bandura. Put it down...
Let's at least take something technical,
if not who will believe it?
Now give them the violin,
if you like it so much.
It's an 18th century Italian violin,
and cost 1000 rubles, if not more.
How will I pay for it?
Skripac, instead of thinking
that you're the first Georgian cosmonaut,
give back the spoon you stole from a poor artist.
I never thought of such a thing...
I wanted to return it to the institute of
non-ferrous metals, something new...
Heavens! The heavens never saw such
a disreputable Patsak as you, Skripach.
I am deeply sad.
Where are you going?
To the toilet.
You can't go to the toilet with money,
money is left here. Gedevan Aleksandervich.
Ktse are very dear, my friend.
Why?
Well now, on Earth, how do you determine who
should squat in front of whom and how many times?
Well, you just have a feel for it.
Barbarian! Listen, I've started
to like you, and I'm teaching you.
If I have a few ktse,
I have the right to wear yellow trousers.
And in front of me a patsak
should squat not one, But two times.
If I have many ktse, I have
the right to wear crimson trousers,
and a patsak should squat twice in
front of me, and chatlanian say koo.
And the Etsilop don't have the
right to beat me at night. Never.
I have a suggestion, my friend. You give us the match,
now, and we'll then give you yellow trousers, okay?
Thanks, I have some already,
perhaps Skripach needs them.
Skripach! Here are some
interplanetary trousers for sale.
Yellow ones. Do you want them?
Skripach isn't here, my friend.
Why not?
I ejected him.
But you needn't worry, Vladimir Nikolaevich we have
another ejector seat. A new one. It's all in order.
I don't understand...
I pressed the button - he flew.
We don't need Skripach, my friend,
he only uses extra fuel...
Turn around!
Not possible...
Fuel is finished. We need to fly to the fuel station.
Turn around! Or this damned match
will burn now!
Gedevan!
Skripach!
Skripach!
What can have become of him?
You've been told.
The etsilops have caught him.
Well let's fly, my friend.
I could murder you!
Get in touch with the epsilops by radio!
But we don't have a radio,
we threw it out.
I'll be back... I'll take a look...
Epsilop!
Put on the tsak, quick...
put on the tsak.
Leave it!
Put it on, or he will trankluk you.
You and the match.
Good day.
Listen, friend, We lost a young lad here,
you haven't come across him?
What?
O! Sorry, I forgot...
They said you picked him up.
I said we don't need Skripach. I said it.
Now how do we buy luts? How?
You're a disease, my friend...
He's worse. He's just kyoo.
Here's a suggestion.
We find Skripach, and fly to the local government...
Bring a little sand, my friend...
We tell him who we are, where we're from...
They'll give us a gravitsapa, and we'll
organise some mutually beneficial trade
you give us yellow trousers and
we give you as many ktse as you want.
To fly to the government - we need
to have a gravitsapa.
The governers live on another planet, my friend.
Uncle Vova! I'm here!
Here...
Skripach!
What!
And where... My thing, what is it...
Tsak?
Well?
I have it.
So give it to me!
Why here?
Well, just give it to me, I said!
There's noone here.
That's mine.
Alright, then keep it ready.
You asleep?
No.
Don't lose heart, Skripach.
If there is a gravitsapa on
this Plyuk, we'll get it.
We've got scarcer things...
Listen!
Eh! Wait!