All language subtitles for Oligarkh_XviD_AC3_EDRP_LONG_CD1.EN

Vladimir Grigoriev
& Catherine Dussart present

Vladimir Mashkov

A film by
Pavel Lounguine

Day of Plato's death

A rapid deployment force burst into
the headquarters of Infocar.

What's going on here?

As you can see,
they refuse to comment.

Perhaps you will talk to us,
after all?

No filming!

This action is obviously linked

to the charging

of the founder of Infocar,
Plato Makovski.

The State wants to show
that it no longer needs oligarchs,

especially rebellious oligarchs.

Here, we see Communists celebrating
over the government's actions.

Pack your bags! Go live in Israel!

Why did you speed up the search?

You want the glory, don't you?

Bravo, now you've got it.

I wanna punch you out.

Just try and see what happens.

I'm afraid I'd miss.
I'm getting old.

Wait.

I didn't start all this.

So, who did?

Who took the initiative, huh?

Here's some good advice:
don't try to find out.

The less you know,
the better you'll sleep. Got it?

Screw you.

Stop robbing the people,
Plato Makovski!

Who are your real bosses,
Mr Makovski?

Makovski, in prison!

According to Forbes, you're one
of the world's 100 richest men.

You have a fortune of $5 billion.

But it's not enough
to spare you these humiliations.

'Cause we're in Russia.

Is this search connected
with the Infocar affair?

Look, kid,
this is a tissue of lies.

My only crime
is being a free man.

Will you emigrate?

Let them wait 'n' see!

I'm a politician,

not a businessman.
Prison is part of the game.

But is your empire in danger?

Yes, but look at this party:
it's a masked ball! Such fun!

- Can I give you a lift?
- I have my car.

We are continuing our series
of investigations

entitled "Dressed Up or Down".

Here is a presidential candidate,

the Governor of Northern Siberia,
Nikolai Lomov.

If you thought he was in the sauna,
you were wrong.

Bravo.

The Governor has
a very personal way

of receiving
his female voters at home.

Control room! Cut that!

A terrible event
has just occurred.

We have just received a dispatch.

20 minutes ago,

Plato Makovski, Infocar President,

was assassinated.

A daring assassination
was carried out

on one of Russia's

leading entrepreneurs.
Today at 3:40 PM,

the Mercedes which was taking
Plato Makovski to his dacha

was the target
of several anti-tank missiles.

At the moment, the authorities
are refusing to comment.

But our sources
at the FSB declared

anonymously
that he was accompanied

by a bodyguard
and his chauffeur.

That calls for a drink.

Is everyone like that in Moscow?

In Moscow? Everyone!

...are having trouble
identifying the bodies.

This is the 13th
assassination attempt on

Plato Makovski.
The 13th proved fatal.

Vladimir Zalatinski,
Info-TV, Moscow.

Hello.

I know one thing...

It's no way to behave.
Am I right?

I can turn the compliment around:

you were the one who said
he needed seeing to.

Everyone said so.

- What're you looking at me for?
- No reason.

Vassili Vassilevich...

- Hi. Have you heard?
- Yeah.

You're as silent as the grave.

I'll tell you something:
one of you killed him.

It doesn't matter who did it.

We all dreamed of doing it.

Don't look at me like that.

I'm no Judas.

Stop it.
How did it happen?

An anti-tank missile.

A Russian or Western one?

Russian.

See, we can do good work!

That judge from the Urals...
what's his name again?

- Chlykov?
- Chmakov.

Yes, that's it.

Why was he sent for?
Don't we have enough of our own?

No, it was a good idea:
a provincial judge

who isn't involved
in any Muscovite scams.

He was to bring him down
for being in breach of the law

and have him sentenced.

That's the dictatorship of the law:
oligarch or not,

if you're caught
with your finger in the pie,

- you go to jail.
- Right.

Except that the jail is empty.

We have to find the guy who did it.

But I don't think

that Chmakov is the man for the job.

Nor do I.

Then... he must be replaced.

We'll replace him.

Aren't you afraid of being killed?

The day after Plato's death

I think that our government is...

prepared to massacre
an entire people,

but to kill an individual

requires, I think,

more courage.

That's the next level.

We'll see if they dare.

I was baptized

6 months ago,
and as a Christian, I believe

in eternal life.

He's smart:

he put his soul in a Swiss bank,
next to his gold.

Aren't you cute!

How did you get in?

Police apartment - police keys!

I've got 2 pieces of news for you.

One good, one bad.
Which do you want first?

- I don't care.
- The bad, then.

You're no longer the boss.

Now, the good news.

I'm taking your place.

We've got 3 leads to go on:

the business,
the underworld, and the friends.

You see to his friends.

The closets must be
full of skeletons.

Mark Naoumovich,
where do we put the wreath?

Here. No, on the tree.
So it can be seen from the road.

On the post,
it'll be even more visible.

OK, and call the musician.

Go on, play.

- What do I play?
- What he liked.

Forgive us, Plato.

We failed to protect you.

Did you know him?

I was his friend.

Almost like a brother.

He had plenty
of fairweather friends.

Where are they now?

Bunch of rats!

- Want some?
- Why not?

- I don't have another glass.
- It doesn't matter.

Rest in peace, Plato.

He too drank
straight from the bottle one time.

You didn't have a glass?

It was to seduce a girl.

15 years before Plato's death

- Where to?
- Car 4's further on.

Off we go
to the economics symposium.

Happy New Year.

Hello...
This way.

Who's that?

Koretski, the new ideologist
from the Academy of Science.

He's going there, too.

I'm taking the pioneers
to Leningrad.

You can't bring that
on the train.

Dear, dear lady...

Too dear for you!

- C'mon, be nice.
- Do you print them or what?

Go on.

Where's Plato?
We leave in 3 minutes.

Don't worry. He's always late.

He invites me
and doesn't even show up.

Go on, get on.
I'll wait here for him.

There's always one...

- Do you like cold kebabs?
- No!

You're the most beautiful woman
in the world.

Save me, I'm burning.

Go warm up your kebabs!

No smoking here.

That's impossible -
they'd be burned to a cinder.

I'm not burning.
I'm going back to my seat.

- Please...
- Now!

Just 5 minutes.
Maximum half an hour.

Keep the noise down!

I invited the young lady
to a picnic.

- She refused.
- Strange, that's not like her.

Darling, I don't recognize you.

You heard him.
Let's go!

Maria, this valiant knight
with the kebabs,

Moussa is like a brother to me.

He's as simple and reliable as...

An old Colt!

Then, there's Viktor. A genius.

- I can do Einstein.
- A real genius.

Tomorrow, his scientific paper
will cause

a scientific earthquake.
Let's go on.

That's Mark.

Pay no attention.

He complains all the time,
because he thinks he's our mother.

I want to drink

to the most beautiful woman
in the world.

To Maria.

- A glass.
- There aren't any more.

Give me the bottle.

To Maria! Hurrah!

You look like a trumpet player!

ID and tickets!

Can we work something out,
Lieutenant?

Alcohol is forbidden
in public places.

I'm reporting you to your superiors.

I like the honest look
of men in uniform!

- How'd you like 2 weeks in jail?
- Not at all.

Did my husband send you?

Leave them alone.

It's OK, I'm going.

Wake up. Come on,
up you get, darling.

- Who are you?
- Don't you recognize me?

I don't know you.

Oh, come off it!
You're just like all the rest:

A quickie, then so long!

- A quick what?
- What?

- I don't remember...
- You promised to marry me.

Well, it's very simple:
I'm filing a complaint.

You'll soon know what hit you!

You forgot your promise,
but you won't forget me!

I can promise you that!

- Did it work?
- You bet!

A ticket inspector wife
has many advantages:

First of all,
she's almost always absent.

The uniform is supplied.

Oh, I nearly forgot:
when her husband dies,

a ticket inspector can

transport the body for free
anywhere in the USSR

to have him buried.

Are you pulling my leg?

You are! You bastards!

When economic growth slows down,

you get a recession.

If I understand correctly,
young man,

by an inefficient economy,

you're implying
the Socialist economy.

I just solved a theoretical problem.
It's mathematics, not ideology.

Don't be clever. According to you,
the Socialist economy isn't viable.

What about Marxism-Leninism?

Do you want to abolish that, too?

Hello, Plato?

Get over here now.

Viktor's getting crucified.
Koretski's doing him down.

- Not now.
- You gotta help him.

- We're waiting.
- I'm coming.

I have to go.

I really do.

For the well-being of our country,

generations of Soviets
died of hunger,

lived in slums,
and gave their lives.

For these ideas
that you trample on...

Young man, one last question...

Sorry to interrupt you,
but I think that Comrade...

Koretski is dramatizing things.

It's a debate. We present
our ideas, albeit questionable.

That's strange logic.

Logic is never strange.
Either it is logical or it isn't.

But you can show anything
with logic.

I can show you, for example...

that a crocodile...

Is that how you draw it?

Is it a good likeness?

So, a crocodile is longer

than it is green,

because it is long
on top and underneath

whereas it is only green on top.

What crap!

Just for Comrade Koretski,
I'll demonstrate

that it's more green than wide.

It's green lengthwise

and widthwise,

whereas it's only wide
widthwise!

Thanks a lot.

I knew I did the right thing
to call you.

You're brilliant!

Maria, it's me.

Viktor had caused a huge scandal.

But I managed to avoid the worst.

Mark made sandwiches.

We celebrated,
I didn't notice the time. Want some?

They're good...
Are you mad at me?

I'll get dressed...

Know who I was up against?

Comrade Koretski.

Does the name ring a bell?

Maria.

Mrs Koretski.

Maria...

He played games all the time...

To him, life was just a game.
And this is where it led.

Russia's a bear:
you think you're playing with it,

but she's really devouring you.

Is Viktor the one
who fell off the balcony?

Who are you?

- District Attorney.
- Judge?

I'm in charge of special cases.

This is provocation!

Where's your warrant?

I know my rights.
You have to have a warrant.

What's your name?

Chmakov.

I'm not having this.

- You'll be fired!
- Fine!

Everyone says

that Plato was a genius.

That's bullshit! Viktor was.

Viktor was a genius

in mathematics.

Whereas Plato

was a "rat charmer",

a pied piper of Hamelin,

making people follow him
like rats...

We live in the age

of these rat charmers.

Gorbachev was one, so was Yeltsin.

I spot them with my eyes closed.

I know that you were

the chief accountant
of Plato's company...

which made brooms.

I need to take my medicine.

What brooms?

They wrote theses

for rich idiots.
1,000 rubles per thesis.

- And they stone-washed jeans.
- Why?

From the start of perestroika,

he started drumming into them

that a new age of freedom
was coming.

But they still needed money

to start off with.

The two of them took their Ph D's,
became doctors,

but the idiots gave up science
to stone-wash jeans.

But it was the Georgian
who really cleared up.

Do you want a drink?

11 years before Plato's death
Dry cleaning cooperative, Moscow

- Viktor, they're fake Levis!
- Of course.

We'll write you a brilliant thesis,

but why do you need it?

I run a Lada garage in Georgia.

Moussa just messed up
his 5th pair.

So?

You can speak in front of him.

I'm embarrassed to be the manager
without having any diplomas.

If I were you,
I'd opt for a doctorate.

More prestigious.

No, I better not.

In Georgia, they don't like
people to be too intelligent.

- You know the price?
- Of course.

Mark, see to the gentleman.

What's your thesis on?

That's up to you.

It's a big pot.

You can cook a whole duck in it.

COOPERATIVE WAREHOUSE

It's 1,500 rubles,
and you give me 300?

- Go see the man.
- Who?

Gorbachev.

Cut it out.
I'm telling you, it's worth...

Fabric's now 5 times
more expensive.

- 300 rubles?
- The government just decreed

a 500% increase
for the private sector.

I don't care!

They're bleeding us dry.

What do you expect me
to do about it?

I don't have a penny.

Zero.

It's 1,500 rubles...

May I respectfully
have a word with you?

I tell you, nothing will ever
go right in this country.

Soon we'll be buying snow
from abroad.

That's enough.

Here's 1,200 rubles.

Is that OK?
Are we friends?

If you say so...

Did you hit him?

No! I just said it wasn't nice
to keep it all to himself

and that he had to share.

What does "no money" mean?

He felt so ashamed,
he opened his safe.

Let's drink.

I was so happy.

I was in seventh heaven.

I thought that the government decree

would bring Viktor back to science,

that everything
would be like before.

I don't know
why I'm telling you all this.

Let's drink.

But the rat charmer

had invented a new scam.

Scams...

His head was full of them.

I'm sorry.

You dare to come
and disturb our grief!

We've found some new leads.

So what? You'll never be able
to understand Plato.

- Why's that?
- Because he was a genius.

What can you tell me
about the brooms?

In 1989, you and Makovski

founded the Mill Company

which aimed to...

Excuse me a moment...

...to make and sell brooms.

You made 150 million of them,

in other words, around 5 brooms

per Soviet household.

Where did they all go?

There.

Look.

That's the last one.

- What about the others?
- All sold.

They were excellent brooms.

In this specific case,
the decree doesn't apply.

We don't sell - we exchange.

Company 1 exchanges

with 2,
2 with 3, etc., etc.

And that's how the mill
starts to turn. There you go.

- I don't get it.
- It's simple.

The private sector can't sell,
but it can exchange.

Say you have vacuum cleaners.

- You can exchange them.
- What for?

For... anything.

Brooms, for example.

Here's one.

- What brooms?
- Brooms to sweep with.

I get it.

Sheer genius.

Forget the thesis.
Let's go to the Lada plant.

What for?

To trade brooms

for cars.

It's simple.

10 years before Plato's death
Lada plant

- Why are you laughing?
- 'Cause all this will soon be ours.

198,

199,

200.

There are your 200 cars.
Now sign here.

- Everything OK?
- Yes.

Hey, you!

What're you playing at?

Where are you going?

Stop it!

I'll do the talking.
Don't say a word.

So, you Muscovites
are starting your business here?

This is our patch.
You didn't ask our permission.

You didn't show us respect.

We're fining you $20,000.

Plus 5% of the sales.

You've had 200 cars:

we're taking 10 right now.

Any questions?

We have to discuss it.

Let me handle this.

You know what, guys?

I've thought it over:
Go fuck yourselves!

You won't have a thing.

Understand?

Well, do you understand?

Easy, easy.

My friend's getting carried away.

Let's meet tomorrow at noon.

We'll talk it over calmly.

A meeting, you say?
OK, let's do that.

Guys, we're taking this hothead.

He's coming with us.

Larry, don't give them a thing:
no money or cars!

- I can sell my apartment.
- Which one?

My studio.
It's worth 30,000.

You're crazy. That'd take time.

I'm against negotiating with them.

Do you think you're the boss?

I love this Olympian calm,
but say something.

You brought us here.

You put Plato in the shit.

It's your fault.
Leave those dice alone.

Say something!

Hello, Ahmed.
Thanks for coming.

Did you tell the cops?

Good.

Never tell the cops.

Ever.

Give me a cigarette.

Mark, you don't smoke.
I'll tell your mom.

I'm nervous.

- Don't worry.
- I'm not worried, I'm nervous.

- You're not. You're scared.
- You're scared.

OK, I'm scared. Aren't you?

- I am, but that's normal.
- Well, then.

You're not scared.
I'm the one who's scared.

I'm Ahmed the Uzbek.
Who's the boss?

I am.

You, stay there.
The rest of you, scram.

You're young.

They're under my protection.

The guy must be back here in 1 hour.

You pay $100
for every minute he's late.

The countdown has started.

2 days after Plato's death

Zoom in
on the people in the procession.

That's impossible.

Let's go.

What're they doing?

What's up?

Here we go!

There's a bomb in the tomb.
Don't stay here.

Run!

Don't stay here. Hurry up!
There's a bomb.

- Did you hurt yourself?
- No.

It won't take long.

You know,

I must be crazy,

but for me, he's not dead.

And his casket is empty.

I can feel him...

here, not far away.

8 years before Plato's death
He's looking at us and laughing...

like that time on the boat.

- Who's that?
- We said, no girls.

Hello.

Hello, Viktor.

How are the crocodiles?
Still green?

As green as our dollar bills.
Lengthwise and widthwise.

Hello.

I saw a beautiful girl
looking for a taxi.

I took a closer look.

It was Maria.

Illarion.

Call me Larry.

Are you new?

We're the new guys.
He's the old guy.

Everything's changed with us.

Plato, aren't you pleased?

Our partner, head of the Lada plant.

I'm Grigori. What lovely ladies
there are in Moscow!

- Mr Ahmed.
- Pleased to meet you.

Do you work with them, too?

I sort out problems...

We've been working together
for a year now,

and I'm very pleased

by how smart you youngsters are.

Let's drink

to Infocar's first birthday

and to Plato's talent.

Care to dance?

Wiith you?

Alright!

I live in Moscow
for a week per month.

Are you looking for
a part-time lover?

No...

I'm sick of Moscow tramps.

I dream of a high-flying woman.

Like you.

What do you say? Alright?

Alright to what?
To fly away with you?

Fair enough.

Slowpoke!
Are you asleep or what?

Get out!
What's gotten into you?

- Don't panic!
- Stop it!

Stop it!

Full speed ahead!

You're tireless.

In every way, you know!

Look...

The engine will blow up!

Quiet. Come eat.

You've gone crazy.

Mark, let's catch up with them.

You see, if it weren't for me,
we'd have forgotten it.

It's dumb,
but I'm afraid of heights.

Don't worry, I'm here.
1, 2, 3...

I saved the kebabs!

I wanted to make it
Infocar's club.

No rent to pay,
you stop wherever you like,

even by the Kremlin.

Mark! You taught me to swim.

Get off me!

Plato, where are you?

Idiot.

Why did you disappear last time?

I understood.

- What?
- Everything.

- Everything?
- Yes!

Maria...

What about your life?

Everything's just fine.

And your husband?

I don't have a husband.

Here we are.

So, no husband is good,
but no job is bad?

You always figure things out fast.

Faster than me.

Bye.

- Can I come up?
- What for?

Just for 5 minutes.

Got anything to drink?

The fridge is empty.

- Want some tea?
- Great!

- I dream about tea!
- Good.

Mommy?

Who are you?

Plato.

My name's Plato, too.

Hi.

Where's mom?

Go back to bed!
Hurry up!

- Why didn't you tell me?
- What?

- About my son.
- He's my son.

He looks just like I did
at his age.

He's nothing to do with you, OK?

OK, I get it.

Stay there.
I'll be right back.

Isn't it beautiful?

It's for official appointments.

Very beautiful?

It's for the unofficial ones.

Ugly?

It's your office.

And what do I have to do?

We'll put in a table and chair.

You'll sit down -
it'll be beautiful.

Where's Plato?

He's not here.
Your first job

is to buy a teddy bear.

Buy the biggest there is.

Send it to this address
with a note from Plato.

As usual:
"I love you. You are special."

It was my address.

That's how I found a job
and lost my son.

He took him off you?

He sent him to some English school
for millionaires' kids.

Honey!

You OK?

Stay down.

Scared?

The bomb's defused.

2 pounds of explosive!
We'd have all died!

3 days after Plato's death

So, how's the investigation going?

The DA's office
has worked long and hard.

We have 3 theories about that bomb:

either it was the work of rivals

to eliminate the heads of Infocar...

The Solntsevo gang,
to eliminate Ahmed,

the big boss who was there...

We need to look into Infocar.

They are tearing each other apart
like rabid dogs

for money and power.

Their TV spreads lies

about the Kremlin,
accusing it of everything.

Admire...

what they show on prime-time TV.

Tonight, ladies and gentlemen,
we bring you

a new edition of
"Dressed Up or Down".

Our hero,
unlike Governor Lomov,

doesn't remove his trousers.

But he must've left his head
at home.

Otherwise, this civil servant
would have known

that only a headless rider

could declare:
"The bomb defused at the funeral

is clearly the work
of Chechen fighters."

They've gone too far!

We should've nipped Infocar
in the bud, ages ago.

We'll do better than that,
but legally.

Hello! Remember me?

It's me.
I need to talk to you.

You didn't want to
before without a summons.

I changed my mind.

Come to my office tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I may not be able to.

Tomorrow, I may be dead.

But I mustn't die.

My mother's very sick.

Please...

5 minutes.
I'm hungry.

You're not looking properly.

Remember Stalin...

History repeats itself,
over and over again.

- Do you follow me?
- No.

Come now...
He wants power at any cost.

To get it,
he's removing the old guard.

You think I'm crazy?
See for yourself:

Viktor dies first,
then Plato is killed,

today it was Moussa's turn.

Once I've been eliminated,
Larry can take over Infocar.

What happened to Moussa Tariev?

A cement mixer hit his car
an hour ago.

He's alive
and was taken to the hospital.

Larry is worse than the devil:
he planned it all.

And I thought
we were all like brothers,

like Plato said on his birthday.

5 years before Plato's death
Plato's country house

This is for you.

- Does she look like me?
- Yes.

Thank you.
May I?

Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

Hey, new Russian

You spurn the tram and the bus

You spend your life in a Mercedes

You've forgotten the USSR!

1...

2...

3!

Here's a drink for Plato

Let's drink to Plato's health

Our dear Plato

The finest man of all

The most handsome of all

Plato, drink it down in one

Thank you very much

for all that you do for us artists.

Times are hard,

but you help us almost every day.

Plato! Your gift!

She's real!

Well?

Lady's choice!

We haven't had time
to discuss business...

Later, Hubert.

Look after her.

Thank you. Plato!

The llamas haven't
given you anything yet.

So, Fantik and I
want to congratulate you.

Every president except Yeltsin...

We're waiting for Yeltsin's
telegram, and you want us to go?

Yeltsin will show up,
that's for sure.

Yeltsin is warming up,
and we're already drunk.

Nina, I'm going home.

For your 44th birthday,
the President of Tadzhikistan

gives you
this Akhal-Téké thoroughbred.

May it serve you 100 years!
After that, we'll see.

- Does it bite?
- Yes, it's a real Akhal-Téké.

Shitty intelligentsia!

Viktor, calm her down.

Stuffing your faces...

boozing...

partying... Real savages!

As the country starves!
Don't you disgust yourselves?

And you eat
in the soup kitchen, do you?

I don't eat caviar.

I just drink.

Vodka.

Like everyone else.

Russian vodka.

I'm with my people.

Larry, look after it.

She's right in a way.

You bet I am!

Viktor, I've made up my mind:
I'm leaving you.

You drank too much. Go home
and rest. Viktor's staying with us.

You wimp.

Take a car.

Wiimp!

I don't want your car.

I'll do what normal people do:

I'll take the train.

They're interested in Infocar
and they really want...

That's very interesting.
I agree.

...to invest in the company,

but they want clarification
on 3 points.

Come on, guys,
let's get out of here.

There are too many people
on my back.

Take the bottle. Let's go!

We're really lucky, guys.

We've known each other for ages.

We know what the others will do
the next minute, the next hour,

the next day...
We're much more than friends.

We're a world of our own.

Here's to us!

OK?

Into the fire!

Let's go!

Do you know why Viktor died?

Because Larry did all he could
to get rid of him.

4 years before Plato's death

The import duty has risen by 150%,
but nobody gives a damn.

I don't understand this approach.

There's nothing wrong
with our approach.

It's absolutely fine.

First of all,

each task is
down to one specific person.

It's up to him
to solve his problems.

We've got $20,000,000 of Mercedes
stuck in Customs.

You've got contacts there.
Introduce me to them.

Secondly, the underworld
has its rules, Customs have theirs.

Cut the crap.
Do I bribe them?

Viktor, you're a great scholar.

We have to take care of you.

And you want to buy Customs!

Are you getting
into organized crime?

Plato said to see you
if I had problems.

Absolutely.
And that's what you did.

2 new Russians meet.

One says:
"I paid $3,000 for my tie!"

The other answers:

"You got ripped off.
I saw the same one for $5,000."

- That's funny.
- Lamb in spicy sauce.

- Classy!
- I've got a good one...

Viktor, I don't like the way
you conduct your business.

You're secretive
about Customs clearance,

you tell Larry
to send money to Switzerland...

I gave my word
I wouldn't reveal the scheme.

Who to?

I can't say. I promised.

But clearance won't cost a thing.

Don't you trust me?

It's a matter of principle.

Trust without a contract
ends in bloodshed.

And we don't want blood to be shed.

That's the basic principle
of our work. Understand?

Plato, can I have a word?

Since when do we hide things
from each other?

That's new!

If it concerns work, we can leave.

Why should I leave?
It concerns us all.

Guys...

We should leave
the two of them to it.

It's just that I'm hungry.

Come on. You can carry on later.

You really are a pain!

Viktor...

You...

give your word to strangers,

but you can't tell me?

You give me car imports,

with duty up 150%!
Do you see the problem?

You...

give your word to strangers,

but you can't tell me?

I gave my word.

You can't tell me?

Do you want me to go?

Do what you like.

Yeah, right... you go.