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And you know, I began to think.

About what?

Excuse me, but I don't understand.

This is some sort of Jewish logic.

Absolutely correct.

I'm a Jew. 100 per cent Jewish.

And like everyone,

I have tons of faults.

But I do have one virtue.

And it's an innately Jewish one.

Thoughtfulness. I treasure it.

I became thoughtful and went off

to think...

And you know,

I began to have doubts.

Why?

The lawyer.

- The lawyer what?

- He was bored.

Why be excited?

That Chechen monster killed his father.

I had the impression

he wasn't even defending him.

And he was right!

There's no reason to defend him.

Exactly. There was no reason.

The boy is destitute,

the lawyer's eyes were empty:

The face of a drunk,

he couldn't function.

Is it because he's not Jewish?

Drunk? Maybe, but honest.

Didn't let a killer off the hook.

But you had a hunch.

You should pray after a hunch.

- But you did.

- In the can.

Exactly, a sudden hunch in the can.

I think better in there.

Everyone does.

Why are you so worried?

There are 10 of you and only 2 of us.

We should be worried.

But I am worried.

I am worried, see.

How can I not be?

Because I see how you and your

Jewish tricks...

...are muddying an obvious case.

You didn't like the lawyer,

so you just changed your mind.

That's a typical Jewish move.

That's enough.

I didn't change my mind.

And I'm half Jewish.

No such thing as a half-Jew.

Is that a good thing...

...or a bad thing?

Now you, my friend...

...stay out of this

Look how much Umar likes your present.

Umar, come eat.

Uncle Volodya is here.

OK, then.

Listen, so you found...

...a good, kind, naive person,

and dragged him over to your side.

- "Braids"

- What?

- What rhymes with it?

- Just a minute. "Braids". "Grenades"!

No, I'm absolutely sure

that we'll all reach the same conclusion.

You'll waste time,

tell us another parable...

...about choosing watermelons

or about how to buy fresh fish.

I don't see why.

You'll make us go over everything

we heard in court for three days.

All the evidence

of that scumbag's guilt...

...that you'll never disprove,

because you can't. And then?

Then that man'll go

to the can again.

To think. He'll change his decision

to the correct one.

Believe me

that's exactly what'll happen.

What I don't get is,

why stall for time?

To go over the witness statements again?

You're not blind and deaf.

You saw that monster sitting in court.

You want to talk?

So let's talk.

Let's talk about how you think

you can defend a pig...

...who can't possibly be justified.

How can you justify a monster

who attacks his adoptive father?

And not just attacked...

...but cut his father's throat like a sheep.

He killed the man who took care of him...

... who raised him.

He butchered a man

who had done nothing to him.

Not only that,

but the man who adopted him.

Who saved him.

And it doesn't matter why.

For his pension or because

he yelled at him. I don't care about that.

I can't get my head around it.

I couldn't think of a single word to say...

...in defense of that bastard.

I don't think any of us could.

I don't think you could.

So then what's the point of

this sideshow?

Sorry.

- I had a wife.

- Wives? I've had three wives.

Wait. I had a wife. I loved her.

- He couldn't keep her... Like the rhyme.

- Just wait. I really loved her.

We had a tiny room

with hardly any furniture.

We even ate dinner on the floor,

because we had no table.

I was a junior researcher

in a physics institute.

I was developing one of my ideas.

So my wife had to work three jobs...

...so we could make ends meet.

Long story short, I invented a new

tunnel diode. It's...

It's hard to explain.

At work they congratulated me...

...gave me a 50-ruble bonus

and proposed I work on a new project

So I went home...

...with the result of three years" work:

Fifty rubles.

My wife gave me a look...

...like you'd give...

Then a large foreign company...

...offered to buy my patent

for a lot of money.

But I said no, I wanted it

to be used here.

I offered it to various places.

They said "It's great".

But nobody needed it. Nobody.

I began to drink.

I began to drink terribly.

I lost my job, my wife left me.

I only cared about drinking.

Morning, noon, and night.

I was dead drunk from morning to night.

It was awful.

One day I sensed I would die soon.

And the thought even made me happy,

It didn't scare me at all.

All I wanted was for it to be soon.

I began to look for death, I really did,

I looked for it.

I would fight with police, bother people

I got beaten up and cut.

I slept on the street,

in and out of hospitals.

I was beaten to a pulp.

But I'd pull through and

crawl back out.

At home I'd lick my wounds

like a stray dog and then...

...crawl out again.

My only fear was...

...jumping under a train

or out of a window.

Don't know why, it just scared me.

One day I was on a train,

dreadfully drunk.

I was filthy, I stank.

The train was full

I was bothering everyone:

Yelling, cursing.

But I looked at myself and I was glad.

My vileness made me glad!

My only wish was

that someone would take me...

...and toss me off the train

so I'd bash my brains on the rails.

But they all just sat silently.

They looked away, but they sat silently.

Except for one woman

with her five-year-old daughter.

I heard the little girl say:

"Mama, that man's crazy.

I'm scared".

But the woman said:

"No, he's not crazy.

He's just very, very sad".

I sold my invention

to a foreign company.

Today it's used in almost half

of all cell phones.

I work there.

But that's not important.

The woman is now my wife

and the girl is my daughter.

We also have a son.

He's 4 years old.

Are you done?

No, there's more.

Maybe that kid should...

...die in prison.

Maybe that's his fate. Who knows?

Me, I should have died in the gutter.

But I didn't.

Because one person, just one...

...looked at me a little more closely...

...than everyone else

And didn't let me remain...

...in my lonely wretchedness.

Now I'm done.

Well...

That's a touching story of salvation,

but it's your story.

And you didn't kill anyone.

But this is a story of murder

Testimony from the old man

in the apartment below...

...who heard arguing,

and the boy yelling "I'll kill you".

The boy says he didn't kill

his adoptive father.

What would he say? "I killed him"?

- Then we wouldn't be here.

- His words seemed sincere.

He can barely express himself

in Russian.

What? Enough already!

What are you saying? Listen!

I don't give a damn

how he speaks Russian.

But excuse me. You're all adults.

Shame on you! Look around!

It's not our city anymore.

They've taken over.

Everything! The markets, casinos,

hotels. It's all theirs.

Yesterday I tried to drive down

Theater St. In my taxi.

Eight lanes!

Eight lanes, all full!

Full of their Bentley-shmentleys,

Mercedes.

It was some kind of wedding.

Songs! Dancing!

I thought they'd start shooting in the air.

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