Original subtitles

THIS FILM CONTAINS SMOKING SCENES AND CONSUMPTION OF ALCOHOL

REMEMBER THAT EXCESSIVE DRINKING AND SMOKING IS BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH

Translation by Kukazumba. Copyright reserved

(Mirazh - "Ya Ne Shuchu")

-Alright, thanks.

(turns on the hair dryer)

-Hey, shut it down, it's not there for you.

30 kopeks from you. -For what?

-For what? For the haircut. Big brain.

-But he already came in like that. Prove it.

-Yeah, my hair just doesn't grow since childhhod and that's it.

-Have you all gone wild? Stop bullshitting me.

Lyuda! Call the police. They're up to their tricks again.

These imps. -Who did you call imps, hey!

-Let's go, let's go. -No! Let her pay for her words!

(Mirazh - "Ya Ne Shuchu")

BOYS WORD: BLOOD ON ASHPALT EPISODE 2

I'll bring it to you now.

Yeah, you're really a clown. -Why?

-Look at you - true chushpan.

And this weird outfit.

When's you birthday? -April 22. Like Lenin's.

-In 2 months.

Here, happy birthday!

-No, thanks. -It's a gift.

Can't dress like that.

And this coatie too, damn.

Here, turn around.

Beautiful!

Look.

If Aigul comes, and she WILL come,

You get lost, okay? -Okay, don't have to lecture me.

-Whoa, the inspector girl.

-Hello there.

-Hello.

-Um...

Fine, take me, since you invited.

-Uh-huh!

-Bought the tickets yet? -Not yet.

Hello.

-Hurry up, you're not alone here.

-Excuse me, could I pay for one now, and for the other one tomorrow?

-It's okay, I got it.

So, let's go. I'll buy you some ice-cream.

-I don't eat ice-cream.

-Got sick? -Don't like it.

-I see. Let's do this...

Today I pay, and you pay next time.

-Okay. -What a lady's man! Darn it!

-Better take it off indoors.

Nice hair.

No, really.

Right skull shape.

Greek.

However it might feel a bit cold.

Don't wanna talk?

-I do, why?

-What music do you listen to?

-"Kino" and "Alisa".

-See? Found something in common.

And what've you heard from "Alisa"?

-"Energia". One guy swapped it for another cassette. For Vysotskiy.

-Have you watched "Assa"? -Sure, absolutely dope.

-Changes...(Kino's hit)

-...Our hearts demand.

-Changes...

(together) -Our eyes demand.

In our laughter and in our...

-...hearts... -Tears.

-Tears.

-And in the pulsing of our veins.

Changes, we're waiting for changes.

(music from the screen)

(booing) -Hey, what's this trash?

Play the movie! Erotics!

-Nah, play "Yeralash" about tangerines!

-Oh, boys it's about Kazan!

(news announcer) -It's turbulent in the city.

A hood against a hood. A street against a street. A district against a district.

They beat each other, beat ones who're different.

Beat for being in a rival territory.

For hair that's too long.

Or a foreign t-shirt.

"Throw punches" means "to fight" in the teenage language.

To spend time with your gang is "to wander"

"Eggshells", "husk", "supers" is also their slang.

The word "gang" has entered our daily life.

These shots were taken on Victory day.

In the emergency room of the public hospital №15.

Every day they receive boys injured in street fights.

Their friends, so called "kings of Kazan hoods",

leave their autographs on the hospital walls.

(Journalist) -Did they beat you? (Alyosha) -Very often, almost every day.

It even got to the point where I skipped classes a lot.

First I kept my mouth shut, was afraid that if they found out, they'd kill me.

Because I can't even call them humans.

Sometimes they would back you into a corner, spread your hands...

Beat, abuse you, very hard... Abused me.

-Here's our opinion, I'm speaking for everyone - it's better to live like us.

(announcer) -Who are they?

Those, who Alyosha refused to call humans,

were caught. Police will find out who's guilty and who's not.

(woman) -Were you running?

-No, just walking. -We didn't run at all, only walked...

-Why do you think you were arrested?

(announcer) -Their own circle is their territory.

That is not to be trespassed on by strangers.

It's not dancing, it's more of a ritual.

This is the 21st century stepping into our streets.

What will they take with them to the future?

-Good evening.

We've just watched a film about our city.

About our problems. -The fuck you want? Give us the movie!

(laughter) -Silence!

-Don't worry, you'll have it. But first we'll talk.

This will be a short discussion, it won't take long.

My name is Irina Sergeyevna.

-We know! (laughter)

-I won't judge anyone here.

You know, I'd like to hear both sides today.

The first side has the leader

of Dzerzhinski Komsomol unit, Denis Konevich.

And the other side has someone

who, so to say, represents the Wanderers' point of view.

It's someone who just recently decided to become a gang member.

Andrei, be so kind, come up to the stage, please.

-They don't have an opinion.

What would they say? "We're animals"? I know it myself.

-Andrei, come up, please.

Let the people see that you're not some mysterious villain.

Andrei!

Please, stay!

-Hi. -Hi.

-Look, the Komsomol organizer, it was me. I called you.

-Well, come in,

comrade organizer.

-I thought, maybe you'd like to come out? -There're cartoons on the TV.

-Thirteenth, what does an imp have to do to his friends?

Fourty fourth?

-To not give a damn!

And without hesitation!

-And who are you?

-I'm... Um...

My Dad was sent here.

And me too.

(door opens)

-Good evening! Marat.

-Well, well, well!

Don't know the rules, huh? Giving your hand to "the Elder" first?

Today's boyfriends are so-so.

-This is our Komsomol organizer. -Yes, I called before.

Aigul doesn't participate in the life of the unit.

But now she will, we've discussed it.

-I see.

Okay, finish your show and come have some tea.

-Thanks, but I gotta go, need to finish a wall newsposter.

We'll discuss the waste paper thing tomorrow then?

-Most certainly.

-I came from the U.S.A on a bike that fly and sway!

The bike disappear, and I stay here!

Try yourself like Raisa Gorbacheva and Alla Pugacheva

Switcheroo-switcheroo, I'll confuse YOU,

For a good eye, you'll win a prize, guy!

-Mister, mister, let me play.

-Watch with care to win your share!

German roulette a.k.a. tartar lottó! Can win a cart, or a whole autó!

-3 rubles, mister. -Woah!

Don't go black! Try to win back!

Who only stares and rolls his eyes, will get no more than lice!

Find the ball and win 'em all! One! Two!

Where? -In there. -In here?

-Nah. -There for sure.

-Sure? -Yes.

-And... Ta-daa! Good job, congrats!

You earned it, here, so it is.

-Wow, 3 rubles out of thin air.

-I'll give this money to my mom.

-Who's next? Swoosh!

-Me, I'm next!

-Okay... -100 rubles is possible?

-Can't refuse you, madam. So...

-Hey... Don't do that.

-Hey, kid, go away. You've won, let others win too.

Stay on guard and try to guess hard!

Boom! Will you guess where the ball is?

Where? -Right here.

-Here?

(people) -Ooooh! -100 rubles... -Oof...

-But it WAS there. -It was, and now it's gone.

-That's okay, you'll win it back. -You better go, I want to try my 3 rubles too.

-Can I bet my hat?

-It's the mother of one of ours, from "Universam". -Go away, you're giving us away.

-A hat? Well, I don't know.

Okay, I'll take it.

However it's clearly less than 50 rubles.

Follow the ball - win a money roll!

Swoosh! We take all: gold, ear-rings, bracelets and guns for ladies!

Now! So?

(old man) -In the middle. I've a sniper eye.

(woman) -No, it's clearly the left one.

(crowd sighs sympathetically)

-Bad card? - Go eat an apple tart!

Miss, let others try their fortune too.

-No, I still got a coat. -Miss, don't!

-A good one? -Yes.

Okay, I'll take your coat and 10 rubles on top.

-Cops! Watch out, cops!

-Fast! Run! -Wait!

Wait! -C'mon-c'mon-c'mon!

Over here!

Has she lost us? -Yes.

-Cool.

-There're no cops there.

-There WERE two.

For real, guys.

-Boy's word?

-No.

-I see.

-I haven't seen cops there.

(old man) -A training drill.

The lad is training us. -Uh-huh.

What? Felt pity for that cunt?

Become pityful?

-It's Andrei's mother.

-What do you think? That we're not Humans?

Or that we would've left her without her coatie?

And you, Marat, have let your Boys down.

What if your buddy had let you down, what would you do?

Look me in the eyes.

Get up!

-Mom?

-We're here.

This is Mr. Ildar.

-Nice to meet you. -Evening.

What happened, mom?

-Somebody has mistreated her, fooled her.

But that's okay, we'll resolve it. Soon you'll grow up and protect her.

No one'd even dare to come up, eh? -I'll try.

-I'll put Yulya to bed, Mr. Ildar will tell you everything.

-Just got sewn in?

Nevermind, don't worry, it's okay.

I myself grew up at "Teplokontrol" (Tyap Lyap) district.

We also trained in our basement. But never kicked other Boys like you do now.

So, lets think, what we're gonna do.

Someone took away all your mother's money, hat.

Some guy with tattoos. I think, we'll find him. But you must understand, it takes time.

And you'll get hungry tomorrow already.

Plus you have a little sister too.

Let's do this. Tomorrow you'll come to my office.

My financial situation's far from perfect, of course.

But my relatives from the countryside brought me some things, I'll share.

It'll be enough for the first time, and later we'll see, alright?

Take care of mom, Andrei.

Show up at home...

more often.

She's having a rough time now.

Tomorrow come and play some good songs,

something that you can do well.

And she'll smile.

And you'll remember that smile for the rest of your life.

See you. -I don't have a piano.

-Sveta, I'm gone.

-Where have you been? Your father's back.

He's finished his project.

He's asked about you thrice already.

-Where is he? -In the kitchen. I'll serve your dinner.

(sighs)

-Oh!

Marat, dear! Oh...

Come in, Sit down. Sit, sit.

How's

school?

-Fine. -"Fine".

(groans)

(grins)

(in drunk voice) I love you.

-I see. -"I see".

Everything he sees.

"I see"!

You see - and that's it?

(tongue-tied) To me... Marat...

I dunno...

Such a Grandfather, such a Mother...

Let alone myself.

And you...

wanna become a thug, yeah?

-I want to sleep. -You answer my question and then go.

-What question?

-Kirill, let him go.

(pathetically) -What a piece of shit you are.

(door shuts)

(plays Bach)

-No, where?

Again, all over again.

(plays)

What is that?

What are these fingers?!

Will you play at the final concert with these wooden wands?

-They'll heal. -"Heal"!

And what's with the hair? Do you have lice?

-Why? Just too hot in a hat.

-Dummy, it's too hot!

All over again.

(plays "Sedaya Noch")

Get out! Out!

We've had everyone but Wanderers in our school!

-Everything's ready for you. -Good afternoon.

-Onions, potatoes, some noodles, oil,

sausages, tea. Not a feast, but it's what we have.

-Thank you.

-And you, you got some time?

-More or less. -Up! Hang your coat.

-But Ildar Yunusovich, I just sat down. -You don't have any more work? Have you arrested everbody?

Better bring me an echpochmak (tartar pie).

Oh, and wait. And turn on the...kung-fu.

You'll love it.

-Sorry. -The Boys don't apologize. You're fine anyway.

Have you done your homework? Been to school? Music shool?

-Uh-huh. -So now's fun time.

So, look. The arrows to move.

The long one is a jump.

The rest figure out yourself.

(computer melody)

How is it going?

Woah, got to level 3? The country is proud of you.

-Only can't get past this fat one, Seppi...

-Ok, shut down the apparatus.

-Mr. Ildar, can I come and play tomorrow too?

-We'll see, Andrei, I'm drowning in work here.

Can't rely on anyone at all.

Maybe you could help me?

-Yeah, sure.

-Sit down.

Write. -Write what?

-Time of gatherings, names of the Elders'. Write everything you know, Andrei.

You'll really help me out here. Write.

Good.

Maybe tommorow you can play too.

-Snitched on me yet? You know what they call those who work with cops?

-I don't. -Goats! You know what they do to Goats?

Butcher them, like in a slaughterhouse.

-I was playing on the computer. -Don't bullshit, at least to me.

You were there with the cop girl. Ice-cream and stuff.

-She bought it herself.

-Dumb bitch.

Did she ask you to write? Names, gathering places?

-She didn't.

-Watch yourself, it's the last warning. If anybody spots you, you'll be sewn out roughly.

Do such things and even chushpans won't shake hands with you.

Get it? -Yes.

-Marat, bro!

-Vova!

Vova's back!

-Hullo!

Hi, guys! -Hello!

-I thought you'd return later. -I see you've sewn yourself in?

Not a single bloody letter from you! -I thought you didn't read them there.

-Who cares about you more than me, Marat!

Hi!

You're what, a fucking American now? -No.

D'you know that those fuckers supplied stingers to mujahidins?

Fucking take that off.

Here!

Why're you standing around, guys?

Gonna play or not? -Yeees!

-C'mon Marat, bro, we'll be captains. Choose your team.

Who's with me? (everybody) -Me!

(Yuri Shatunov - "Sedaya Noch")

-Goal! -Goal!

-Go-o-al!

-Stop daydreaming!

-Gotcha!

-A-a-a!

-The loss is forgiven, Eggshells.

So, boys, tell me.

What's up in the Street?

Hi, guys!

(everybody) -О-о-о!

-Adidas! -Hi, guys!

Hello everyone, hi.

-Welcome back.

The Motherland clearly fed you well.

Our machine gun muzzle! (laughs)

-Yeah, facts. -So, you got any plans?

What're you gonna do with your life? -We'll see.

I see a lot has changed in these 2 years.

-Really! What's changed?

-What? Before it was low to steal from your own mates.

And now I see, you stole from the guy's mother.

-What guy?

-You, yes you, come. -Who?

Oh, him?

Why didn't you tell us before it was your mother?

Is it written on her face? Huh?

-Well, now you know.

It hasn't come out beautifully, Kashey. Need to do something about it.

-Why are you blaming ME? Huh?

Better ask your own brother.

We did that together! Mm?

-I said it was our Boy's mom. -Mm.

And how about you, fucking lying to your Boys?

Didn't you tell your brother THAT? No?

"He said about the mother".

It's very good, that you told us about the mother

You think we don't understand that mothers are sacred?

But if she was willing to waste a hundred, what can I do now? Take it from the Boys? Huh?

What if it's in the Boys Fund now?

How d'you expect me to take it back now? Huh?

In the next game I'd have given her half back.

If it wasn't for that sucker who called the cops.

-I didn't! -How not, you cried: "Cops! Cops!"

Fucking Komsomol bitch, where's your handband? -Calm down.

-Take it out! -Fuck him for that... -I said calm down. Are you animals?

-Framed us all, bitch, didn't tell you that? -Shush!

-Vova, enough.

You stepped in with the wrong foot.

Just returned, and already demanding from the Elders.

Maybe go home first, see your family? Eat, sleep?

-I'll decide myself. -Will you?

Listen, you still in shape, Rambo?

You remember how he threw everyone to the floor?

By the way, we've got a new dude here. Demid.

Remember I told you about him?

Maybe we can do a little sparring now? Like in the good old days.

It helps one get all the nonsense out of their head.

If you win, I give you my word to pay the debt from my pocket.

How much was it? -100 rubles.

-Well, a hundred - not a hundred, but 30 I'll do, ok?

Will 30 do?

Mm? Or you're a pussy?

'Cause you know, not everyone is comfortable to spar with Demid.

-I'm comfortable, let's go.

(everyone) -О-о-о!

-Let's support the guys!

(energetic music)

Good good, breathe. Go now, up. Go!

To the corner! I say to the corner!

Enough, enough! It was decent.

How are you, bro? -I'm fine.

-Fine? -We keep going.

-No need, you boxed him decently.

Demid, come 'ere. That's it, guys, Demid is our fair square champion!

-I'm telling you, if somebody was undressing your mother, what would you do?

-I'd jump in. -Exactly.

Kashey is fucking around too much, he's crossed the line.

-Not in front of the Eggshells. -Why not?

-No, say it.

Kashey spent 5 years in Kazakhstan (in prison) for a stolen hat.

Was locked up with thieves. And made himself "a king" as soon as he came out.

He's been all over my ass with this Criminal Code -And drinks all the time.

-Uh-huh, and does "Blackie".

-Really? -People talk.

-Don't we sew out for drugs? -Yeah, try sewing Kashey out.

Who will tell him, you?

Or Yeralash? Boys, you must understand.

Everything will be changing dramatically from now.

Did you hear what Gorbachev said?

In a year it'll be like America here.

Or even better.

And you're still fighting for asphalt. Who fucking cares about it?

-So what do we do?

-Ask around, look for options.

Not with these lost ones, they're rotten.

We need some new options.

Need to make money. -How do we make money here?

Only if we become hustlers ourselves.

-We can do something about truck-drivers.

Do they drive on our land? Yes.

So they have to pay. -How will we approach them?

Truckers are always in groups.

-It's not important. We'll do it smartly.

To cut it short, guys.

Let's meet at 6 tomorrow morning at the highway.

And we'll take the Eggshells with us. We need to compensate for the hat.

-Thank you, guys.

-Andrei!

-To business.

-To business.

-Hey, you know, I actually got punished for your Mom. -Fuck you.

-Hello, sorry if it's too late. Can I speak to Andrei?

-Good evening.

What has he done? Better tell me the truth, here and now.

I have a right to know. -Мom, what's up?

-Say it. In my presence.

Neighbors are already giving me the "side eye". What is it this time? Robbery again?

-Please, nothing's happened. It's a standard visit.

I visit all my charges. Can we have a word?

Excuse me.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't've done that to you.

They asked you at the gathering, didn't they?

-It wasn't without it.

-I realized it later. At the time it seemed a good idea to speak out in front of everyone.

It's stupid, of course. I understand.

It didn't help and I only let you down.

I have remorse, that you were punished for me.

-It's okay. -You know what?

This Thursday I'm having, well... like a party.

With musicians, local ones.

They call it a "session". They'll be playing live.

Come join us... at 8-9 PM.

Here's the address.

-Thanks.

You'll be there in your uniform too?

-No.

Svetlana Mikhailovna, I'm leaving. Good bye.

-What? -Would be good to pay for a ridie.

-For what? -3 rubles per car, 'cause it's our road.

-Yours?

Go fuck yourselves.

What are you doing, fuckers! -What did you fucking say?

We won't take any extra. Welcome to Kazan.

(Mirazh - "Noviy Geroy")

6 rubles for a truck.

Go.

So it's a no?

That's it? Go.

-Another one's coming.

-Marat! What the heck?

-It just doesnt... whatchamacallit.

-Entrance fee, 3 rubles.

Entrance fee, the road is ours. -C'mon, c'mon!

-Get away, I'm calling the police.

-Stop!

Stop!

Go.

(motor doesn't start)

(driver) -Will you help out?

-Let's help, guys.

Go.

Where did you serve? -Border troop. 71st.

-My respect!

Off you go.

-Cops!

-Where? Stop!

Stop!

-So, share it like partners? Okey-dokey!

-How much is an iron, guys? -Damn Yeralash, it's always about your iron.

Go home!

-Look. For all that Off-limit stuff with the hat, 25 rubles goes to you.

For your mom. For now.

-Coatie! -The rest we share equally.

So, to the disco then? Haven't been there for ages. Marat?

-Yeah, you go. I'll pick up a girl first and then join you.

-Here. -See ya.

-He-e-e-re! (laugh)

So why the hell do you need an iron?

-I told you, I'd buy it.

-Jesus! How? -Won it in a lottery.

-Wow!

How fast. -You can also change temperature.

And use the steamer. -How's that?

-Don't know, but they said it has a steamer. The no steamer was cheaper.

-So light!

What a lovely boy you are!

My boy!

-Andrei, you? -Hi, Mom.

-I fried some potatoes, sit down.

Don't forget to thank Mr. Ildar again.

They collected some money for me at work.

It's okay, we'll get over it.

-Hi, Yulya!

-Hi!

-Mom, so, there's no money left at all?

-Don't make it worse.

They left me "barefoot". Some hoodlums were playing and I got hooked in, silly.

It's so shameful, Andrei.

-And that stash from Meyn Reid is empty too? -What Meyn Reid? You mean Pushkin?

It was gone long ago. -You told me there was some.

I think it was Meyn Reid. Maybe you restashed it?

-If only from you. (laughs)

Let me check.

(gasps) You were right, look!

I totally forgot... -Awesome. How much?

Wow!

-Did YOU put it there?

-Why me?

-What did they make you do for it?

What did they make you do for it, tell me now!

-Mom...

-Give it back, Andrei, wherever you got it!

-Stop it! It's for you. I earned it.

-Did I teach you THAT?

THAT I tought you?

You can't steal! (cries)

-Mom, don't cry mom!

-Andrei!

(Mirazh - "Snova Vmeste")

-Indeed, there's something to catch here.

-Why so late?

-For you. Souvenir.

-Merci.

-Again for you. -Thanks.

-One more.

-Anything else? -No, that's the last one.

Well, I ate one on the way.

I can give you the wrapper. -Okay.

(Father) -Aigul, who's there?

-It's for me. -It's too late for visits.

-Let's go to the disco? -Are you nuts? They won't let me.

How're we gonna go?

-You'll see.

-My Coat! -I'll give you mine.

-Where're you going? I'll tear off your legs!

-Kidnapping a bride? -Yeah, at double rate, cheif!

-Ah, these modern youngsters.

(Tsvety - "Bogatyrskaya Sila")

-Thanks.

Look, stay in our circle, in "Universam".

Don't go to others. If you're with me, they'll steal you.

-Maybe I won't.

And who are all they?

-That's "Razyezd". Next is "Panelki".

And over there are "Teapots".

-Funny name. -Keep it to yourself.

-I've also heard about "Filmstrip".

-They won't come today. We're at war with them. They're at another disco today.

Over there, under the speaker, "Khadi Takhtash" were chilling there last time.

...Eh! We need big space for life.

We have great power,

Strong spirit and will.

(MC) -The next song Aleksei List

devotes to his girlfriend Lena. Specially for her - Igor Talkov.

-Hey, stop chatting, blast it already!

(slow dance music)

(Igor Talkov - "Letniy Dozhd")

-Oh, who is this guy.

-May I?

-What? -For a dance.

-Thank you for the invitation.

But I have to watch.

-Well watch then, if you have to.

Summer rain, summer rain

Is whispering light and easy,

That you, you will come,

You'll come, but it'll be...

(Yeralash) -Boys! Boys, I'm holding it!

Boys!

Wait, don't close the door, ours are coming!

-They're NOT ours. -No, they are. Guys!

-From where? -"Universam".

-You're "in business"?

-Yes, "in business".

(Agiel - "Piyala")

-Why are you fucking staring?

Got problems?

-They beat one of ours!

(police whistle)

-Stop it!

-Aigul!

Here. Stay here, I'll be back!

-Watch out! Cops! -Cops!

-Let's go!

-And you? -And me too.

-Thank you.

-I won't write anything for you after, don't hope.

-And I'm not insisting.

If you don't like it, you can leave right now.

-I'm just... warning.

-And I'm explaining.

Wanna get another arrest? You're welcome.

-Why argue?

She's actualy normal. -A normal one wouldn't work as a cop.

-Marat! -Am I saying anything wrong?

Speaking honestly.

-I've finished teacher's college.

Wanted to become a teacher. Teach geography.

But then I was placed in the police force.

-Teachers are same as cops, facts. If you think about it.

-So what should have I become? A street bandit?

Or how'd you call it in your criminal code?

-Should've become a Human.

-Oh, yeah, sure.

Each of you guys, is more humane than the others.

Little dummies.

You watched too much "Three musketeers" and now you think it's "one for all".

You think your Boys will rescue you, when you're drowning?

-They will. They will, okay?

Of course they will.

We are the Street. Only WE are Humans in this town, not Endurers.

I respect my Boys, and they respect me.

Because we have spirit.

And everything's always in order. Because we watch out for each other

And for our women.

-Sorry, I've seen enough already.

Of this "nobility".

You simply don't believe in anything. -And what do YOU believe in? Lenin?

-In fairness and justice. -Okay.

(pulling at the door) -Shhh.

(knock on the door)

(man's voice) -You in there, open!

Open it, bastard, or you'll be putting the door back on by yourself.

How many of you are in there? -Ildar Yunusovich, it's me.

-Irina? -I'll come out in a bit, sorry.

-Open it!

Just open it. Let's not make this a problem.

-It's okay, it's Mr. Ildar, I know him.

-Don't...

-I brought them here.

For a preventive talk.

-The best place.

-Good evening, Mr. Ildar.

-He's a good guy.

-I know, excellent.

Girl, go home.

You - after me.

Out.

Stay.

What will we do with you? You're... a natural comedian.

(laughs) With these nicknames...

I fell for it at first.

Well, Rocky, Rambo, Cobra - I thought, this might be a thing.

But then it came to Robocop and Tom and Jerry - what a funny guy, I thought.

Everything you'd seen you wrote on this paper, huh?

Come in. -Don't want to.

-You go, go.

Look.

I

I, personally,

was flogged by my Father.

And I was mad at him every time.

Very mad.

And now, I think he was right.

If he was alive, I'd thank him.

Because he made a connection for me,

between crime and punishment.

Because

every time I remembered

for what it was.

(Agil - "Piala")