irregularly.
We even complained to the trade union.
I want to go to a cinema.
Could we, Alexander Ivanovich?
- I didn't know that you smoke?
- No, I quit. Going to quit...
Zosya!
I have two passes to a cinema.
Decide immediately.
I'll go, OK?
Gimme million, gimme million!
What? What's the matter.
Let him gimme million.
He has many millions.
Gimme million, just one million!
Go away!
- One, just one million!
- Get lost!
- Gimme million and I'll go away.
- Get lost, I said!
You have many tiny millions!
Gimme one tiny million!
Ha has many millions and I have none.
I beg him for one million.
I follow him for half an hour already.
I need one million!
Comrade Koreiko!
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Could you help us, how much is 47 306 by 251?
No, I don't know. May be... initially...
What happened. You don't feel well?
No, it's simply... I'll be fine, fine.
I'll personally hand this to comrade Koreiko.
You have a registered mail package.
You have wonderful relatives.
Telegrams, packages - every day!
A postman brought this
shortly after you left for work.
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Most important of all is to create confusion
in the camp of the enemy.
He must lose all peace of mind.
In the final analysis, it is the incomprehensible
that people fear most.
I am convinced that my last telegram,
'twins in thought'...
...produced a disastrous impression
on our colleague.
The defendant must be educated to the idea
that he must surrender the money.
He must be morally disarmed.
His reactionary instinct for private property
must be suppressed.
Assistant Panikovsky!
You were told to meet the defendant to-day...
...and again ask him for a million,
accompanying this request with idiotic laughter.
- As soon as he saw me, he crossed the street.
- Good. All is going well.
The defendant is becoming nervous
and should not be calmed down right now.
He is now passing from stupid perplexity
to unreasoning fear.
- Don't make a cult from eating!
- I have ulcer.
He jumps up in the middle of the night
and pathetically calls for his Mammy.
Just a little more, the final brush-stroke,
and he will be completely ripe.
He will creep tearfully to the sideboard...
...and take out a little plate with a blue what?
-Border.
Enough gaiety!
The little plate of money is still
in the hands of Koreiko,..
...if it exists at all -- this magic little plate!
It exists, Commander!
We may consider the preparatory work finished.
Now we begin the active struggle.
Presently we shall go and touch an udder
of citizen Koreiko.
The udder will be touched by you, Shura
and Michael Samuelievich.
Great blind man
Kefir is very good for the heart.
Believe me, Shura. Mere theft.
Mere robbery.
- Mere theft.
- Mere robbery.
- You are a pathetic nonentity.
- And you're a cripple. Right now I'm the chief.
- Who's the chief?
- I'm the chief. I'm responsible.
You?
Yes, I.
You?
And who else could it be?
Don't you think it could be you?
- And who do you think you are?
- And who do you think you are?
Did you see it? Everybody saw it!
You all are witnesses to what will happen now.
Citizen, this is a dairy cafeteria,
not a night bar.
What will I do to him! You'll see a sea of blood!
There's gonna be a murder!
- Now watch what I...
- Calm down, calm down.
Sit down! Watch your manners, Shura?
Hands off! What's the matter with you.
You convinced me. You are the chief,
I'm the deputy. Deal.
- Why not rob him? Is it so difficult?
- Well... go on.
Koreiko walks in the street at night...
I come up on his left hand,
you come up on the right.
It's dark, very dark!
I push him from the left,
you push him from the right.
The fool stops and says: "Bully!" to me.
"Who's a bully?" I ask.
You also ask "Who's a bully?"
Here I swing at his jaw...
No, we can't beat him!
That's just the point --
-- we can't beat him.
Bender doesn't permit it.
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