plane.
A private jet.
You have a shirt.
He has a jet.
Simpson!
Where's the first gig?
New York?
He really may be a genius.
A genius?
You mean a load of crap!
Alexei Seliverstov
Watching, Pops?
TV! What else?
I'm watching.
I tell you it's him!
From New York.
You're an idiot, Vanya.
Hang up. Spare my soul.
I'm trying not to see the faces.
I'm trying to see through them.
Sound passes through them, too.
That's why I don't care
if I'm playing, I swear it,
for the U.S. President
or Benny Goodman...
Asshole!
Lyosha!
Wait, wait.
Hi!
Lyosha, wait!
Lyosha, you know,
I saw you on TV!
Get in the car! Hurry up!
- Let's go!
- Hey!
What are you doing?
- Come on! Come on!
- Let's go! Let's go!
Our heart sings an old refrain
The wine is flowing
Look who came to see us
Our beloved Vanya Shlykov
Vanya, Vanya, Vanya
Vanya, Vanya, Vanya
Vanya, Vanya, Vanya
Vanya
Bottoms up!
Bottoms up! Bottoms up!
Bottoms up! Bottoms up!
Bottoms up! Bottoms up!
- Blow!
- Blow, Vanya!
- Blow! Blow!
- Blow! Blow!
Sing, "You're nothing without me."
Without me, my treasure
Life would be too hard
Hear that, Shlykov?
Without me, my treasure
You're too alone
Find me, my treasure
Even if it's not so easy
In the end you'll find me
And together we'll sing "la la"
Shut up!
This is no way to party.
We faced the foe
But never lowered
The Imperial Flag
We preferred
To seal our own fate
So we scuttled
Our finest ship
Quiet, you whores! Stand up!
Look into my heart!
You don't love me.
You don't love me at all!
Everyone loves you!
Vanya!
Vanya!
You don't love me.
Don't move.
Lyosha! I heard you!
I came! I was there!
I'll call you, Vanya! I will!
When? When?
Come visit! Really!
Vanya, some soup?
You'll feel better.
Eat some.
- Lyosha!
- Go on!
Say "cheese-ass."
- Great!
- The presents!
The presents! The presents!
- Where are the presents?
- Wait, no hurry!
- Where's the bag?
- No hurry!
Alexei, not all of them!
I need some for bribes!
No chance!
- Let go, stubborn!
- Me stubborn?
- Don't!
- So keep it all!
Keep it all! I've got everything!
I want nothing!
Take it all! Go ahead!
No more Paris now!
My brand of cologne.
I remember, you drank my bottle
in the bathroom.
Pops, now I know who you are:
A true samurai.
Of course.
And we made plans for your return.
- We worked hard.
- Shlykov's missing something.
Blow! Come on! Blow!
Okay, it's over! We gotta run!
Bye, Vanya.
Call me if you want.
You really are an idiot, Vanya.
Lyosha!
Lyosha!
Lyosha!
Lyosha!
Lyosha!
You're alive? Lyosha!
Lyosha!
Who are you?
Who is he?
Who are you?
LYOSHA: Currently in a hospital
after bouts of DT.
Recorded his second album
in New York.
SHLYKOV: Founded the co-op
"Russian Taxi".
Now drives a used red Mercedes.
CHRISTINA: Married to a cop,
is a waitress
in the restaurant "Crimea".
POPS: Deceased.
Buried in Kuntsevo Cemetery.Where are the Italians?
- No Italians!
- Where are they?
Russian bel canto!
Come on!
Up the steps together we go
Stop that! Not in here!
Up the steps...
Step on it, pal!
You'll get paid.
Don't worry. Move!
Cut it out.
That's enough! Lyosha!
Lyosha, where are your Italians?
You promised us a party!
We're the Italians!
Just a minute!
I'll get everything!
It's gonna be fine, guys!
This is a drag.
I've had it. My head aches.
Relax! I'm Dr. Feelgood.
Follow my hands.
Look at me. Go to sleep.
Lower. Lower. There.
Lower still. Lower.
Lord, the leg already!
A great leg!
Who could have guessed?
Shit! Shit!
Today he's at a funeral!
They were nice: No booze,
but we got some chow!
We need booze, pal.
Help us out. Two bottles.
At least two.
We need it bad.
That's not my thing.
You playing tough?