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into outer space,

one-way trip.

Wouldn't you go? I would.

Sure you would.

During the war

you were getting us all

wound up about

changing the world.

Now that the world has changed for the

worse, you want to go to another planet.

You're a dreamer, Max.

Well, that is part of my charm.

Yes, lollipop,

that's your charm.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Some charm.

Look where it led us all,

Max's charm!

Okay, the years in

the Resistance were fun.

But what about now?

We're spending New Year's Eve

with whores instead of wives.

Hey, watch your language.

Because you taught us

freedom fighters

must be free and now you're

the only one who's married.

And because you're married, and

because of who you're married to

you're the only one

who isn't blacklisted.

You're talking

about Sonia here, right?

Well, I wouldn't envy

him if I were you.

You're right. No wonder he

wants to move to another planet.

That's his revolution.

Let's toast my revolution, huh?

- Your Revolution!

- Revolution.

- The Revolution!

- Revolution!

- Maestro, warm our hearts.

- The Revolution is a whore.

- Everyone agreed?

- Agreed.

Yeah. But the opposite

is also true.

Oh, really?

Did you understand what

the gentleman said?

He said that you are

a revolution.

Not me. My associate maybe.

Are you calling me a revolution?

Hey, hey, hey.

Come here.

You're a little revolution,

you are!

And you screwed us, you b*tch.

We were madly in love with you

ready to give our lives for you

at a moment's notice.

You turned out to be

nothing but a cheap slut.

Now, you're going to see what

a real uprising looks like.

- Ooh!

- Ooh!

I knew I'd find you here.

Alice?

Is it really you?

Here's the real event of

1959. Alice has come home!

Rumor was you were partying like

animals and I wanted to see for myself.

Ah-ha! So we're already

the talk of Moscow?

I can't believe it's you!

I know some party hacks that might

accuse the lady of bourgeois elegance.

You, vodka! You, "Kalinka!"

Hey!

Hey, everybody!

Fidel Castro's taken Havana!

Batista's fled!

They just announced it

on the radio!

Victory!

Now, there's something

we didn't predict!

- So, Alice..

- Mm-hmm.

What are you going to do?

Uh, I wonder if I could

become an actress

now that I don't have to speak

Russian anymore.

Good idea. We should

all take acting classes.

You?

Why would you do it?

My dear Alice, Wonderland is

not what it used to be.

Especially for us Yids.

Our goyish comrades have

begun a round of spring cleaning

to reinvigorate the Party.

So we should all become actors.

There are plenty of juicy parts

for us Jews to play these days.

Enemies of the state,

aristocrats, speculators.

Why not, big man?

1959, the year we

all become movie stars!

Alright, you f***ing scumbags,

we're gonna put you in a film.

You're going to give us

a step-by-step rendering

of your criminal actions

as gangsters and traitors

and after the firing squad

is through with you

we're gonna show the film

across the country.

So that everyone can spit in

your stinking reactionary faces.

These are no ordinary thieves.

You'll be surprised to hear

they were all Party members.

And not recent ones either.

They all joined before the war.

They were active

resistance fighters

that took part in sabotage

missions against the Nazis.

They were heroes then.

After the war they all held important

positions, except the woman

who went to study in

the Soviet Union

and came back with a degree

in political science.

Until the robbery,

the gang leader, Max Radoiu

was head of

criminal investigation

for the

Bucharest Police Department.

Tell me, Rosenthal, how did

a vicious enemy of the people

like you get into

the police department?

I bribed a doorman.

What a degenerate!

Dumitru Dorneanu was a scientist,

an expert in atomic physics

the Romanian representative to the

USSR for the Soviet Space program.

Name and first name.

Prisoner Dorneanu, Dumitru.

Dorneanu, or is it Auerbach?

Tell me, Auerbach, why do you

people always take Romanian names?

Do you really think

you can fool us?

When it's written on your face,

like a sign on a bus. Yid!

Razvan Orodel, born Orvitz,

used to be an important columnist

until his right to a byline was withdrawn,

and he was demoted to a proof-reader.

Pull your trousers down. Now.

Well then, Orvitz, the sign's

not only on your face, is it?

Yorgu Ristea, university

history professor.

Before the robbery,

he had lost his university chair

and was teaching in

a secondary school.

Ah, Feldiman.

I like you, Feldiman,

and here's the proof, eh.

Look how well you done here.

You've fattened right up.

Your belly's as big as my wife's

when she's pregnant!

Oh, who's the happy father?

Tsk tsk.

Oh..

Hmm.

They're all Jews.

Our film should highlight this

aspect with great finesse.

We are not anti-Semitic..

...but we cannot be indifferent

to the threat of Zionism either.

We will have to use innuendo

and I'll be counting on Maestro

Flaviu's experience for this.

- Hmm?

- Oh, yes, yes. Yes, of course, we... we must be subtle.

I want them to look so smug

and glamorous

that the man on the street will

consider them a personal insult.

Madam, will you allow

me this dance?

Now that you're gonna be

in a film, you'll be famous.

I want to tell my friends I

danced with a movie star.

I'm afraid I'd stomp

on your toes.

What's that, sweetheart?

Well, let's see if you

have any talent.

- Do you know any poetry?

- No.

Now, don't tell me you don't

know a single poem.

Everybody knows at least

one poem by heart.

Right, let's see what

poems you know.

I mean, you're all great

f***ing artists, aren't ya?

So get reciting or I'll cut off your

kosher pickled d*cks one by one.

All you f***ing outlaws, have

I made myself clear?

I want to hear a poem! Now!

5,000 pages in those files and

still one question left unanswered.

Why?

Why did they do it?

As the poet says,

"What drove them into battle?"

The Party has driven

us all into battle.

Workers and peasants united at

last, class-struggle sharpens.

We're no longer cattle, we're

communists saying farewell to the past!

Lights out in 2 minutes.

I say we refuse.

What can they do?

Execute us twice?

At least we won't get

humiliated.

Are you thinking about escaping?

No.

If they do decide

to take us outside

the security will be twice

as tight as it is in here.

Let's refuse then.

What do we gain by refusing?

I already told you.

We don't get humiliated.

You're obsessed

with humiliation.

Too bad you don't have

a mirror right now.

You'd be amazed at

how dignified you look.

At least I opened my mouth.

You didn't.

Hey!

What is this?

Dignity, humiliation,

escapes, violin strings.

Sunshine, comrades.

Fresh air.

Green grass, girls

in summer dresses.

That's what we're talking about.

Sasha, tell the others

the four of us

are taking a few trips outside,

beginning tomorrow.

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