ask, is the charge,
and who is being charged?
Professor Preobrazhensky, Bormenthal...
...Zinaida Bunina, and Darya Ivanova
are charged with the murder of...
...Poligraph Poligraphovich Sharikov,
Subdepartment Head of the Pest Control.
I don't understand. What Sharikov do you
have in mind? Oh, you mean that dog
of mine... the one I operated on?
Not your dog. This happened when
he was a man. That's the trouble.
You mean he talked? That doesn't
necessarily imply being human.
Anyhow, it's irrelevant.
Sharik still exists.
- No one ever killed him.
- In that case, you must produce him.
It's ten days now since he disappeared,
and the evidence, I am sorry to say,
is most disquieting.
Doctor Bormenthal, will you please
produce Sharik for the detective to see.
- But how then, did he work for Pest
Control? - I didn't send him to the job.
It was Monsieur Shvonder who
recommended him, if I'm not mistaken.
- Is that him? - That's him. Only
the villain has gone all hairy again.
- But he talked!
- He still talks, though less and less.
Now is the time to hear him speak.
Science has not yet found the means
of turning animals into people.
As you see, I tried, he talked, and then
he began to revert to his primitive state.
- An atavism.
- Atavism? A...
Don't swear at me!
- Give him valerian. He's fainted.
- Did you see it? He sent his dog at me.
I shall personally throw
Shvonder downstairs...
...if he ever turns up in Professor
Preobrazhensky's flat again.
Please enter that remark
in the report.
Did you here? Did you? I request that
those words be recorded in the protocol.
That's our lot,
We are back from the field and the enemy
class is celebrating everywhere.
Tell me, Uncle, for the sake
of the people
No enemy will escape our punishment.
The hoofs are knocking
The machine-gun is sounding.
The White guard is all beaten up
No one will ever overpower
the Red army!
The White guard is all beaten up
From Seville to Granada...
in the still of the night...
You can here the serenada and
the clash of steel so bright.
Streams of blood and song galore...
I've been very, very lucky -
Incredibly lucky.
Now I'm really settled in this flat.
Though I'm absolutely sure there's
something fishy about my pedigree.
A Labrador is sure to have
something to do with it.
She was just a tart, my old grandmother,
God rest her soul.
Sure, they cut my head up a bit for some
reason, but who cares. That's all right.
None of my business, really.Oh, look at me, l'm dying.
ome bastard in a dirty white cap - a cook
in the Normative Nourishment canteen...
...at the Central Council of National
Economy - spilled some boiling water
and scalded my side.
What a swine.
And a proletarian too.
Christ, it hurts.
What harm was l doing?
l'm not robbing the Council of National
Economy's food supply if l go foraging
in their garbage cans, am l?
Greedy pig.
A thief with a copper snout.
God, l am so hungry.
We are back from the field.
And everywhere class
enemies are celebrating.
Tell me, Uncle,
for the sake of the people
No enemy will escape our punishment.
The hoofs are knocking,
The machine-gun is sounding.
The White guard is all beaten up.
But no one will ever
overpower the Red army!
The White guard is all beaten up
No one will ever overpower
the Red army!
Of all the proletariat janitors
are the most vile filth.
Human refuse of the basest sort.
Cooks vary.
Take Vlas, the late Vlas from
Prechistenka treet. The lives he saved!
When Vlas used to throw you a bone
there was always a good eighth
of an inch of meat on it.
harik, poor thing, you are so cold.
A typist...
he gets a category nine salary
of 45 roubles a month.
he is underpaid at the office, they
give her rotten food at the canteen.
he hasn't got enough money
for the cinema...
...and the cinema is a woman's
one comfort in this life.
Did any one ever kick you
on the backside with a boot?
Or hit you with a brick in the