him! Come on!
- You'll kill him!
- It's a disgrace!
Stop it!
Come here!
Fascist!
Dirty fascist!
Son of a bitch! Bastard!
Fascist!
Apologize, you bastard!
Apologize!
What for?
Who is a fascist?
Who is a fascist?
Let's see your hands!
You never held a hammer.
Born rotten! Creeps!
Forgive me.
You admit kicking her head?
And my gut!
Write it!
Lieutenant, you're exhausting me.
I haven't even started.
Yes?
Could I see my statement?
Not allowed.
She gets a physical.
You're going to jail.
She kicked me in the gut!
Lieutenant,
my shoes come from Paris.
She's just trash.
Can I add some details?
I just remembered...
Not allowed!
What?
May I make a call, comrade officer?
Not allowed.
Stop saying, "Not allowed."
This isn't America.
- Look at him!
- You gotta be nicer!
Hey, you!
- Where are you...? Stop!
- Do it! Come on, pal!
Come on, pal! Do it!
Do it, pal! Come on!
Do it! Do it!
Come on, pal! Show them!
Come on, pal!
What did you do?
Destroying evidence!
There's no complaint now.
Sorry, officer.
I have witnesses.
I saw nothing.
Neither did I.
Vanya, cut my head off.
It hurts.
What did I do yesterday?
What did I do?
- I started a fight?
- The whole works.
- I tried to rip their shoulder straps?
- Sure.
Still, they let me out.
The charm of an intellectual drunk.
Oh. Wait.
Shlykov.
My life for a beer.
We'll have it all.
Beer and sprats! Let's go!
Suits me.
Let's go. Let's go.
I gave it to those cops.
I said, "If you dare touch me,
I'll tear your badges off!"
Well, you mentioned beer.
Now you've lost me.
You'll have all the beer you want!
- What's this?
- I have the tab. 475 rubles!
How much? 475?
Then strangle me.
But hurry. I want to puke.
Did you puke in the bath?
In the bath? No.
You think it's 'cause you're cute
that I sprung you?
True, I am rather handsome.
You'll pay me back every cent!
- Every cent! Everything!
- You monster!
Are you nuts? Moron!
You're hurting me!
That's mine!
What are you...?
What?
Don't! It's bad for you!
I need aspirin.
- My head hurts.
- Go away!
Here! Here! Here!
Go away!
Lousy bastard! Go away!
Bitch!
Bastard! You are a bastard!
- Slut, you wrecked my life!
- You're are a dirty creep!
Dirty creep!
Let go of me!
- Slut!
- No!
No, not there!
It will calm you down.
You haven't put in a full day.
You can't improvise here.
Put your soul into it.
Your soul.
Take the mats out.
Carefully.
Wash them well.
Like this. Like this.
Only like this. Like this.
You must love those mats.
Use love! Use love!
Love the mat.
Listen.
You won't turn me into an animal.
You'll never manage...
...that.
You don't like it?
Yet all of Russia works that hard.
Who turned Russians into animals?
Tell me.
You won't manage.
You're like bedbugs.
You need to be controlled.
Before we held you in check,
and you shut up.
But now you play music
and write books.
You tell us how to live.
8x12.
What?
Eight high, twelve wide,
standard ceiling.
We built public housing,
regulation size.
And regulation size people
to fit in it.
Get me?
Look.
There's a flunkey.
What?
He has a slave to wash his heap.
For good.
An outsider in our cab depot?
Him?
He's my trainee.
I'm teaching him the trade.
Look, they're all making fun of you.
I'll pay you back.
Give me my passport.
I can earn that much
with three concerts.
This is a joke. Let's stop it.
Easier to play your horn?
First you have to slave!
Like a dog, every day!
Maybe it will make a man
out of you. Work!
Okay, I'll wash it! I'll wash it!
I'll wash it!
I'll wash it, jerk!
He does nice work.
It sparkles.
Can he do mine now?
Why not?
It will cost you three rubles.
Lyosha, where are you?
Lyosha, what's wrong?
Get up! Don't lie there!
Okay, Lyosha.
It's okay. I'm here.
Pops, call the medics!
You old wreck.
You'll be okay, Lyosha.
Breathe deeply.
Everything is fine. Come on.
We'll put you on my bed.
Come on.
Okay.
E. R? E. R?
Why