not
sure it is morning yet.
I've wanted to talk to you.
Let's walk.
Sure, let's. After all, what
else is there to do around here
at this time?
Oh, sure. In America, you can
probably go to a cafe at three
in the morning,
at 5 in the morning, at 7
o'clock.
Yes.
I hate it! I hate all of this.
Because there aren't any cafes?
Because there isn't any life.
Don't make jokes, sir.
Do you think you're my father?
I don't really know.
What do you think?
I don't know. But I don't think
so.
According to my papers, I am
sixteen.
Which means that you left at least
six months before she got pregnant.
Of course, she could've forged
them.
Who?
My mother. She can do anything.
You're so harsh.
I hate her.
She is an old lying bitch.
Well, obviously our perspectives
are a little different.
Want to know what I think of
your mother?
Yeah.
She's a lovely, talented woman.
A hard worker. Alone, she
managed not only to have a
career in science,
but to raise you as well.
That's a miracle in itself.
Through all this she's retained
a youthful sense of romanticism.
You call her a liar, but I'd
rather think of her as romantic.
Because she lies? Yeah?
We were talking about tomorrow.
You know what she wants to do?
She was dreaming of showing me
an old church.
I'm sure. She takes all her men
to that stupid church.
She's been there a thousand
times.
You are cruel.
You're cruel! Don't you see?
If you loved her even a little
bit, you wouldn't make her sound
like such a saint.
I don't think I understand.
And what do you do understand?
I want to tell you about myself.
I grew up under the portrait of
a man I never met.
He was a hero, they said.
A man who wasn't afraid to apply
for emigration when his chances
were nil.
But mostly, he was going to
conquer the Universe.
A genius. The new Einstein.
Kiss me.
Not like that. For real.
Elena.
You're supposed to know how to
take a risk.
This is my cab. Yours is the
next one. See you tomorrow.
Hi.
Morning.
Were you waiting for me?
Yeah. You want to get some
sleep?
It's already morning.
Why bother?
What do you want most of all
right now?
Seriously?
Absolutely.
An interesting question.
There's no rush.
Think about it.
I'd really like to see the house
where I grew up.
Something has definitely changed
here.
I can't believe this.
We're finally alone.
To think that, in this yard, I
spent several thousand of my
childhood days.
I recognize it, but, at the same
time, I don't.
I have this strange feeling I'm going
to wake up in New York any minute now.
You know, I can't find our
windows.
It's as if they disappeared.
Maybe I am sleeping?
Or losing my mind.
The window has been bricked up. The
building was remodeled five years ago.
They were going to tear it down,
but changed their minds.
Stop, kike!
Stop. kike! Stop kike!
Kike-take a hike!
We've got you now!
Ugh! I smell garlic!
Ugh! The kike stinks of garlic!
You're Sasha Greenberg, aren't
you?
Yes, I am.
I'm Volodya Listov.
We've got you now, you dirty
kike!
On your knees, kike!
Down, I said!
Do you recognize me?
We haven't seen each other in,
what, since we were twelve or
so, when you moved away.
I recognized you, though.
We used to be friends when we
were kids.
When we were little, we used to fight,
of course, but kids are supposed to.
Repeat after me:
"I am a dirty kike..."
I am a dirty kike...
"I stink."
I stink.
"I am gross."
I am gross.
"I am begging you to beat the
shit out of me."
I am begging you to beat me.
Then we used to share a desk at
school.
I, a young pioneer of the Union
of Soviet Socialist Republics,
here, before my comrades, do
solemnly swear to always uphold
the ideals of Lenin and Stalin
and to fight for Victory of
Communism everywhere.
To fight for the ideals of Lenin
and Stalin. Be prepared!
Always prepared!
You're lucky you ran into me. I am
the only one left of the old tenants.
Everyone's been moved