brothers. Fellow Patsaks.
Tell the truth, how I squatted.
How the Chatlanian pressed the take off button.
Shut the fuck up!
Uncle Vova, please...
Shut up! Parasite!
Shut up yourself!
Vova, friend! Gedevan Alexanich!
Don't listen to him!
Tell them that it was him!
He didn't squat!
No...
And I'll give the pepelats to you.
Uncle Vova! The pepelats is mine! Mine!
Quiet! Calm down!
...Let me think.
Nobody insulted anyone...
They all squatted, like monkeys.
I was confused.
And I brought the Ktse.
What Ktse?
The match, which you took out...
from the hat.
There wasn't a match. There wasn't.
Uncle Vova, what's the matter with you?
Forgive me, I forgot. There was no match.
Never.
Life imprisonment for both
in a tub without nails.
As to the fine.
500 chatls, 250 per place.
Thank you!
Patsak! Glue the violin
and sing the song!
Skripach! You work the bandura!
Friends! We were joking about the violin.
We were happy to reach you!
Hi!
On the river, on the river, on yonder bank..
Earthman, hello!
I can assure you,
we will return to your planet.
Greetings from
Vladimir Nikolaevich Mashkov,
builder from Moscow,
and Gedevan Alexidse from Batumi,
who are the first to set foot
on these villainous sands
established in this backyard.
Brother Patsak, flip again your cover.
You have some water there.
Well give me something for it.
Maybe sometime I can show you
one of those who knew me and is still living.
Ask him if I stole a match...
There! Looks like new!
There's still a little bit.
It happens...It will be...
High calorie?
Earthmen! How could it be so difficult?
I could hardly find you.
I got my memory back.
Here's your sock, thank you.
If you want, I can return you to the Earth.
I found out your number in the tenture.
Only hurry! For one second here
is half a year there.
Then I have a suggestion...
We transport to the Earth now,
Procure some matches,
Shoot back here and sell them,
Bail out our friends,
We go to Moscow, and you go home.
I can't. I've only three charges.
Well that's okay.
Enough times to go there
back here and home again.
And me?
Listen, friend...
Well work it out, yes or no,
I'll count to three... One... Two...
Wait a minute. Take my suggestion.
It's my fault they are in prison.
And my little son has already grown
an adult's beard!
Two and a half!
Two and a half!
I..I can't do it.
Three.
Oh! Who needs it all?
Tsak-schmak! It's all crap! And we...
Where did you get that from? Eh?
It was laying on a shelf in the planetarium...
Skripach! You kleptomaniac!
You brought us a gravitsapa!
Patsaks! Patsaks!
Why are you standing performing here?
You have to stand there.
The Etsilops won't allow us.
You can only kneel here.
So what if we're here...
You've still got to pay us.
Alright, come on...
Come on, obey the rules.
Uncle Vova, your jacket is coming,
and my hat.
Hi!
How are things?
Anything new happened...on Pluke?
Sing!
We seem to be out of voice today.
Sing!
Vladimir Nikolaevich,
I can't do any more...
Don't worry, Skripach.
How much is that?
One hundred.
Seems like we've sung enough.
And what's that there?
Fifty.
Etsilpo!...
Patsaks!
Why aren't you wearing muzzles?
Turn round!
Orders of Mr PJ - all Patsaks
to wear muzzles...
and be glad.
So, that's for me and that's for you.
And that's for you.
Why aren't you glad? I demand to know.
Pick up your own gun, Chatlanian.
Put them on, then...
I'm doing it...
I'm glad. Ho ho.
Oh look, PJ's coming!
Where?...
Get up!
Get up!
Open your mouth!
Wider!
Skripach, gag!
Quickly!
Turn round!
Nose!
Give me the money!
Okay...Make sure they stay there,
like so...
And you can get rid of these!
If you think, that this idiot won't
tranklucate you,
it'll be the last though
in your Chatlanian head!
Use the shortest route... through
the atrium...arch!
Everyone lay down for half an hour!
Forwards!
Forwards!
Quickly!
Excuse me Grandma...
Mama PJ
Did you see it?