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THE ALARM CLOCK IS RINGING

SIRENS ARE HEARED ON THE STREET, COTTON

Coughed up

BABY BABY

CHILDREN'S LAUGHTER

SILENT PRAYER

-Amen. CHORUS OF VOICES: Amen!

-Now! Now you will be shown a funny story

some handsome Mr. McKinley,

from which each draws his own conclusions.

He is not a god, not a hero, not a star - he is like you, like me, a little man.

Good afternoon, buddy! Bonjour! Buenos dias!

Good morning! Bongiorno! How do you do!

You never have time. You hurry to work, you press on the pedals.

You work everywhere and do everything that a person is supposed to do,

everything that the Lord God told him to do: in a factory, on a farm,

at the hairdresser's, at the gas station, in the classroom,

at the street urinal. Only God forbid to be unemployed!

You barely make ends meet. In the market, in the supermarket,

you and your wife are as serious as in a cemetery: prices, prices!

Oh god, that didn't happen. True, they say that this is inflation,

and devaluation, and a temporary recession - all according to science,

and you have to make it to pay.

You leaf through the newspaper, friend, read magazines - what if...

RUMBLING AND RUMBLING What is this?

Ah, a nuclear explosion. Well, they say it's somewhere far away.

Maybe it won't reach us. And then, believe in this - you don’t want to live,

and you have to live. Everyone needs you, friend.

They kiss you, they intimidate you, they curry favor with you when you are

needed... and you are always needed. Everything depends on you, you understand?

Only, for God's sake, do not believe that you are a small person.

Don't trust anyone who says this. And don't believe me.

VOICE NOT HEARD

STREET NOISE

BACKGROUND TALKS

- A cup of coffee, Jake! Cup of coffee.

- So, Mr. McKinley is receiving guests today.

- Oh, yes. Of course. - And in particular, me and Miss Benson.

- Have you forgotten what's going to happen tonight?

Jake? - What, a hard day?

- Ah, rubbish! Only two inventions are registered:

rescue electronic braces for motorists

and some optimistic pills.

- An inquisitive scientific thought, gentlemen, brings to your attention

some optimistic pills with a charmingly sinister name

Dream! The author is Dr. Francis Lippinstock.

Mr. McKinley, I ask you to begin.

QUIET BACKGROUND TALKS

- Please screen.

- The National Society of Pharmacists presents...

- It seems so recently, ladies and gentlemen, each of us,

waking up in the morning, he repeated the idiotic spell known

to everyone since childhood. You remember? "I feel good today

I will feel good tomorrow,

I will always feel good!"

-A-ah-ah!

SHOUTING

SCREAM

BIRDSONG

THUNDER STRIKE

SHOUTING

-Dream pills are based on inhibitory plant alkaloids,

enhanced by the addition of super-stimulants from curarins.

As a result of the dissolution of the soda shell in the body,

under conditions of tetanus calm, a frenzied whirl begins,

I would say an internal explosion. This persistent stun reliably

protects the psyche from the intrusion of the most formidable

external pathogens.

LAUGHTER

Oh, you will always feel good!

grin

- This is my father and uncle with his sergeant in 1918.

Well, here the relatives are different... - Do not rush like that, Jack,

this is very interesting. - And here I am in military uniform.

We're going to Africa to beat Rommel.

Do you like Peggy? - I would not say.

War is not your element, Mr. McKinley.

It seems to me that a more civilian person cannot be found.

- I got food poisoning. I'm in the infirmary.

Look how pretty the nurse is.

These are my parents. I look a lot like my father, don't I?

- And in my opinion, more similarity with your mother.

-Oh-oh.

I'd really like. Thank you.

But here you will never recognize me.

- Here. - Amazing!

My uncle is in military uniform. My grandfather had 17 children.

- Ah! - And imagine

all the boys became soldiers.

- Walk through the cemetery continues. - Well, you've cooked the rubbish.

- Here's a cudgel, he doesn't understand anything. He leads her among the tombstones.

- Try my version. - Mm.

- He needs a sexologist. - He had women.

- I do not know. - Sexology is all nonsense.

- Remember, in the 70th year Madeleine? - Yeah, Madeleine.

- This is our baseball team. My friends from different years.

As you can see, I am the most sober among them.

And here is the post office.

Amazing smoke!

Looks like a flying duck.

-More like a stumbled camel.

-Yes?

And here they shoot a spy, see?

With a bandage on the eyes. See?

EXPLOSIONS, SHOTS

SONG IN ENGLISH

-Whom do I see! Pope with millions!

Again this Sam Boulder, the new savior of mankind.

EXPLOSIONS

-Mm!

War again.

You've got a lot of experience behind you, Jake.

-Unfortunately, he is not young.

"Don't you have any more gratifying memories?"

- What do you have in mind? - Well, at least heartfelt attachments.

Rumor has it that you are the most amorous person in the world.

In our office you are even known as Bluebeard.

Right, Hetty? - He's a terrible person.

Watch out, Peggy! - So where do you bury them?

- I have them here.

Always at hand.

- How many were there? - Do not be jealous of me for the graves, Peggy.

- It's terribly stuffy today. How do people live in Africa?

- I'll get you something to drink.

SILENT ROCK AND ROLL IN ENGLISH

- Well, did he finally propose to you, this terrible man?

- Ah... - We live side by side with him for 14 years.

He is a very, very, very decent person.

Cheer up, Peggy, cheer up. And - death to bachelors!

-What are you up to? What do you have against this sweetest person?

Hold on, old man. Another year - and you will become a laureate

national society of non-parents. LAUGHTER

- The bachelor-record holder - it sounds!

Get to 50, Jake, and you'll be a star like Ralph Nigel.

And you, Peggy, are like Gloria Steinem. - Looks like it will be your way, Jimmy.

WHISTLING

SONG IN ENGLISH

- Well, we have to go. - Oh, take your time, please.

- It's time, it's time, it's time. - Wait.

- Go ahead, Jake. - Not.

- Old man... - Well, I beg you...

- Goodbye, Jake. Till tomorrow! - Well, at least not all at once, okay?

- Goodbye, Jake, see you tomorrow. - Everything was very good.

- But could you... - I'll definitely do it next time

your option. - Not. Wait! Listen!

-Happily stay.

-I will accompany you!

SIREN OUTSIDE THE WINDOW

- What is this strange advertisement, Jake? - A, "Sam Boulder Salvatore"?

- Yes. What are they selling, after all? - Almost immortal.

gaseous sauce. Living beings, including humans, can be

preserved in it without damage for at least a thousand years.

Patent number 000-794 series DOW. Something for transportation

perishable goods over long distances.

Have you ever wanted to fall asleep, sleep in some safe

place of 200-300 years and wake up when everything on Earth will be different?

Better. AND?

-Did not think. Until it pulls.

- I think it's a very interesting opportunity.

-Listen, Jake, all evening I want to ask you:

what is this lovely boy? - My grandmother.

- Hmm... And this? - Imagine, grandfather.

- Weird toddler.

Poor Jake! Do you have any other photos left?

-Not. But just at this age, each person is especially good.

And then it gets worse and worse. proportional to squares

distance from childhood. - As?

- Here's the formula. - Poor Jake!

Why didn't you get married at the time?

- See, I'm a lonely, boring person.

Very boring, first of all.

And then... - Maybe we'd better dance?

- Oh, with pleasure.

And then, I have a neck, as you can see, on one side. I got cold at the front.

And then another... a thousand diseases. - It doesn't spoil a man

at your age. And by the way, you could already have many children.

But now - if, of course, catch on - it's not too late.

What stopped you from getting them? Fear... of losing your bachelors

freedom? - I've seen so much

childhood misfortunes in two wars, and even now...

In those years, little was written about children in newspapers, judicial investigations.

There were still large denominations of atrocities in circulation.

But I already have an eye. Everywhere and always I see them first.

With strict prosecutorial faces, they lie there down a slope...

No. I can't take responsibility

in front of my future babies. - You are a good person, Jake.

But I think there will be no more war. - Mm... Our whole life

already saturated with violence. It entered into our blood and flesh.

Our children are already breathing the air of violence.

- Please don't hide, Jake.

Look into my eyes.

GEAR CLICK

Oh! Ouch! - Sorry.

- Did you invent it yourself, Jake?

-Now...

Damn motor...

- I think I have to go, Jake.

-OK then. We meet on Saturday at the same place, at the cafe.

Exactly at five. - You cheat again.

- And that morning, the chief appointed an extraordinary meeting of the council.

And all morning... - The date was scheduled for the evening.

Oh... Come on, poor Mr. McKinley.

Remember that I'm giving up a country boat trip for you.

with friends. - Saturday at five.

- At the lantern? - Yes.

GNASHING OF METAL

SIREN

SCREECH OF CAR BRAKES

-Seven days tired old God

In the heat, in the blinker, in the steam

Created our miserable lubok

And each creature - a pair.

It's fun for him to create

And here in return

God created man

Like a test dummy.

This idea is not new

But not fooled by anyone.

I'll prove how twice two:

Adam was the first mannequin.

And we are lumps of chromosomes,

Stubs of divine genes -

We walk the beaten track

And we create mannequins.

Not so we, boy, are stupid,

To dress up the living.

We dress the corpses

And wax dolls.

They are so polite, look.

They don't care a thing.

And they are cheerful

And we, the insane, are no match.

I propose a bold plan

Possible seasonal exchanges.

We, the people, are in their soulless clan,

And instead of us - mannequins.

But I'm willing to swear

What will stick somewhere -

They won't agree

To change places.

Of these, of course, none

We will not give in to our comfort.

From these sunny storefronts

They won't leave without a fight.

You can't bend it with a tax (mannequin),

Don't be moved by price increases (dummy).

happy journey, happy journey

Happy Mr Mannequin.

O almighty mannequin,

O almighty mannequin!

Happy Mr Mannequin.

Be happy, Mr. Mannequin.

COCK COCK

INSTRUMENT HUM

BOLT

CHILDREN'S LAUGHTER

CHILDREN'S VOICES AND LAUGHTER

-In a quiet corner of Canada in the late 40s

modest schoolteacher Jacques-Paul Coquillon revolutionized

in world science. The wife of the scientist, the charming

Madame Coquillon, kindly agreed to tell us how it was.

- In this modest house in the family of a modest pharmacist

Jacques-Paul Coquillon is born.

Let's go to this house.

Please, please.

Here... in this modest living room...

I ask you to listen to your favorite record... Monsieur!

favorite record of Jacques-Paul Coquillon.

Here is the plate.

This music inspired him, this music

helped him to make a great discovery.

BEETHOVEN'S SYMPHONY NO. 5 C MINOR

So this happened 8 years ago.

My husband was fired from school for his ideas by the teachers' council.

The local paper, the ignorant paper,

sneered at him enough when one day...

on a bad autumn evening, my husband...

shivering on a hunting trip, he went to warm himself in a nearby bar.

We've got a great inexpensive bar around the corner, gentlemen.

With the same passion, this man indulged in science, music and hunting.

Hunting invigorated him, sharpened all his senses, refreshed him

and, as he said, brought him closer to nature, to the whole universe.

Only in the middle of the night did he get home. And he was somehow especially quiet and thoughtful.

Love for science, search, experiment literally

burned Monsieur Coquillon even at night.

One can only guess how passionately he wanted that night to

check the intermediate state of the newly discovered body.

What is it, finally - a colloid, a gas or a liquid?

Numerous preliminary experiments rejected all these assumptions.

It was necessary to look again and again for a solution to the problem.

It was necessary to wrest from nature the key to a new phenomenon.

Success was close. He felt it. It took

perhaps one last effort to master the secret

new substance. He spared no effort.

And did not spare himself. Like a man possessed, he threw himself into

the abyss of the most complex, even dangerous experiments at his age.

That is why he ended up here in the middle of the night here, in the experimental

room, where, apparently absent-mindedly, he opened the gas release valve,

which led to the greatest discovery since Einstein and Bohr.

Please, please, gentlemen.

So that night Monsieur Coquillon fell asleep.

Eight years of attempts to awaken him came to nothing.

Meanwhile, the national medical council, in order to avoid a lethal outcome,

forbade the extraction of Monsieur Coquillon from the gaseous environment.

So, the open colloidal gas of Monsieur Coquillon has a

beneficial effect on any organic matter. Here, take a look.

Bitten chicken leg.

She has not deteriorated since. And she has been for many years.

-Do you know, madam, he got damn well,

this diabolical Monsieur Coquillon.

-O! He is getting younger every day. And I... I'm lost...

what happens when he wakes up. After all, he was once such a Don Juan!

-Five years have passed, and the good news has spread all over the world.

The secret of Monsieur Coquillon has been solved! The composition of the colloidal

gas discovered by him has been studied, Monsieur Coquillon himself has been woken up.

The great Albert Einstein predicts the discovery of Coquillon

a grandiose future both in scientific and philosophical-religious terms.

The prophecy of the great Einstein brilliantly came true

on the very day when fate was pleased to bring Jacques-Paul Coquillon

with Samuel Boulder!

FANS

This is how the SBS concern was formed - "Sam Boulder Salvatorium" -

with a legendary commercial turnover, absorbing some of the

largest chemical steel and mining companies in the world.

As you know, "salvatorium" in translation is "the abode of salvation."

SHOUTS, WHISTLES

So! SHOUTS FROM THE CROWD

So, gentlemen! Today, our firm stands as solid as a cliff

in the raging ocean of crisis that is shaking the world.

For we have unlimited stocks of the cheapest raw

materials from which we manufacture our products.

We produce hope out of ordinary human fear.

For a price that is negligible compared to the goal, we give

the only chance, a chance for a better future. THE CROWD JOYS

Currently, our company does not need special advertising.

Speeches by defense ministers demanding billions for the newest

armament is our best advertisement. Scientists reports on pollution,

threatening habitat pollution, reports of overpopulation,

lack of vital and economic resources, juvenile delinquency,

catastrophic distribution of drugs - that's our best advertisement.

SBS and personally Sam Boulder thank all those who, by word

and deed, contribute to the spread and increase of human fear.

on earth, uncertainty about tomorrow, about the meaningfulness

of human existence itself, because we need people who

hungry at any cost for deliverance and salvation from the fear of

life, from the fear of old age, from the fear of destruction, finally.

We are starting to build salvatories around the world.

Welcome! APPLAUSE, JOYING SHOUTS

Now we are ready to answer any questions you may have.

-Does the company take into account the property status when concluding contracts

clients? - All clients regardless

from the cost of the place they purchased in the salvatore, when disembarking

at any point in the future, they receive a guaranteed hot breakfast,

a pack of cigarettes, the equivalent of $10 in the currency of the

date of arrival, and an all-purpose coverall adapted to any occasion.

Thank you. SHOUTS OF JOY

- What... What are the guarantees that your customers will wake up

within a certain period of time, and not remain forever lying underground?

-Your question is more philosophical than practical.

But I will try to answer it.

Of course, our company guarantees are no more than guarantees of a cozy

afterlife in the religion you profess.

However, you go to the cemetery without any

contracts. AND? Hehe! And here you are dealing

with real, reliable legal entities

registered with the Department of Commerce.

- But I... - Has it finally arrived?

Got it. Thank you.

-Can I ask a question from the public?

And how do you explain the increasing rumors that your respected firm

"Sam Boulder Salvatorium" immediately lays out all its customers

after being put to sleep in piles at the bottom of a specially adapted

non-freezing mine, after which they are poured with lime

for the scheduled time? AND? - I'm glad to greet you,

Mr. Thomas Unbeliever. You are obviously the type of guy who likes

to see and feel the product with his hands to see what it's worth.

Is not it? But then, making sure that the product

is okay, you will praise it the loudest. I guessed?

So here it is! In waiver of our rules, you, personally you (!) receive

an invitation from our firm to visit and inspect our local branch

along with the state acceptance committee.

Congratulations, mister... Excuse me? - McKinley, sir.

- Well, you're on a roll today. - As always. I read an entertaining

little book. It's not that... - Ah, hello!

- a young official, or the bachelor ruined the old woman.

She took things from beggars as a pawn. Well, the safes were filled to overflowing...

- So. - and he is just comparatively

a little lacking. Well, the old woman is not a pity, she is a jerk.

- Yes. - And he opened a clean one,

bright path ahead. - Probably a handsome guy?

-Probably. Anyway, very impatient.

Attached an ax in a loop under his arm and went to her in the evening

with a visit. - Yeah.

Why an ax? Why is it so cumbersome? Could be put under the pillow

test tube with radioisotopes. AND? - Not a damn thing will come of you, Bill.

Nowadays the ax is the only chance

in case of failure, pass for a madman.

- I feel sorry for you, Peggy.

Now your obormot will no longer appear. Come on, Peggy, please.

- For God's sake, Tony, wait a little longer. I'm sure,

he is around here somewhere and is watching us now,

I know this character. Such a freak...

You know, Tom, put your hand on my shoulder.

Now press me, only harder.

LAUGHING - Tommy, if you are my friend,

hold me tight.

- You know, Peggy, when we were still in school,

I... I was very attached to you. - Now, now he will come running to fight

with you. - Hm!

Are you going to wait here until tonight, Peggy?

Yes, until tomorrow night.

Well kiss me.

MACHINE SIGNAL

-Give me his address. I can still do a little damage

this ripper, this crooked brute!

-But...

Now he will come.

So. Now drag me.

- And why do you love this wet chicken, Peggy?

Back in college, I... he... - Don't say that.

Of all the people I know, it's...

the most honest person.

JINGLE KEY

KNOCK KEY

- So, Mr. McKinley, the SBS firm keeps its promise to you.

Exactly in 15 minutes we will be there, and you...

I only ask you to keep your presence of mind, gentlemen.

and you will see our paradise.

SCREECH OF BRAKES

Now you will see how we do it all.

RINGING BELLS

- As? And the horse there? - Well... the most expensive,

the so-called royal apartments are being built with us

in the size of a tram car, so a horse is also possible.

- I like it here. - Very interesting.

- Pay attention, gentlemen, what an influx.

- Excuse me, Mrs., what do you expect to see the Earth

in 300 years? - O! It will be a big garden.

You know, I'm 86 years old, and I'm an idealist. It will be a huge garden.

Japanese cherries, Mexican cacti, Lebanese cedars

will bloom. It will be a waltz of flowers.

And my husband loves... - Tulips.

-As? Monsieur Coquillon? You? But let...

- No no. I'm only a month away. - If you will, to know the reasons?

-Nobel Prize. The award ceremony will take place

exactly one month later. But straight from Stockholm I'm right here.

Imagine, dear, we will lie side by side for 300 years, like doves.

- See you in our garden.

- My place is there. I am a person of the future. - How did you know that?

- I got it. - When did you realize it?

-Don't know. Understood and all.

Goodbye, mom.

We call him brother Jan, he is a saint. Absolutely.

He doesn't need anything. Can't eat, can't sleep, doesn't need anything.

Only chewing gum. Without it, he, alas, cannot.

He must be preserved at all costs, he is a saint.

-Devil! I see the devil! It's the devil! Ha ha ha!

Hide me. I see the devil. It's the devil!

- Excuse me, doesn't it seem to you that you are standing at the gates of heaven?

But do they lead to heaven? KNOCKING

Gate of eternity. AND? Agree? That sounds good.

- So you think that you are at the gates of eternity?

- I ask you to. Yes. I think about this. - One minute. Your last word

for us who remain. One word, last.

- One? - One.

- Last thing? - Last thing.

- One? - One!

- Last thing? - Last thing.

- One? - One.

- Last thing? - Last thing.

- One... the last one.

DRUM BATTLE

BRAVORE MARCH

- Are you satisfied with the company? - Undoubtedly.

There has been a noticeable recovery in recent days. Large application received

from the Principality of Monaco. But Mr. Donald Horner Jr.

ordered 4 places for 1000 years. - How much?

-He has always been a far-sighted owner and politician.

- He expects that during this time the oil problem will stabilize.

- Yes. - Well, let's hope so.

Thank you.

- I congratulate you, friends. I congratulate you, lucky ones,

chosen ones of fate, I am glad to personally guide you on a long journey.

Above the head. Don't snuggle. What are the tears?

Or have you forgotten the gospel? It says, "I will rise.

May they rejoice! May they rejoice!"

Goodbye! See you soon in the future, friends!

BIRDSONG

COUNTDOWN TIMER

-Our company prefers extreme depths for its salvatories

about 7-8 kilometers. Further immersion in the earth's crust

excessively increases the cost of each cubic meter of usable volume.

Have you looked after yourself a cozy and pretty corner?

-Unfortunately, this is not available to us. Boxes are quite expensive.

and it is strictly forbidden to flood communication

corridors with coquillon, which would suit employees

main inspection. - For its staff, the firm could

provide discounted seats. - I have a big family.

- Children? - Six, sir.

The elders ran away from home. The wife wept.

But you still have to wait upstairs until everything gets better.

We'll get out.

Yes, yes, a very noticeable revival in recent days,

received a very large claim from the family of Parnasis, for 500 years.

-Oh! Significantly.

-The richer people are, the more they love immortality.

Please, gentlemen.

Once again, I can't help but draw your attention, gentlemen:

we are at a depth of 7.5 km, and the air is like in a forest.

And nowhere is a drop of underground water. - I think it even smells like lily of the valley.

- Night violet, sir. Please gentlemen.

So, now we will see the whole path that a client departing for

the future goes through, starting from comprehensive preparation

and ending with the deportation to the ordered place.

We are with you in the control room of the main conveyor.

One panel controls the male, the other female conveyor.

Thank God the poor thing doesn't know we're watching her.

According to the ten-point happiness scale compiled by Luzier (France)

and Prof. Wijera-Chala (India), our clients achieve 9.5 points.

Well, the 10th point is already a complete liberation

from all worldly sorrows, the so-called nirvana,

Mr McKinley.

- Well, gentlemen, are you getting used to, delving into?

- Yeah, everything seems to be fine.

-I would like to see the processes in nature - where, how, what.

TV, you know, after all... It's always better to feel the goods with your hands.

- Well, Mr. Barens, I think we can go for it, huh?

Walk through the shops. - I'm listening, sir.

Please follow me gentlemen.

I beg.

-Gentlemen, you don't need to get tired here.

- It's horrible. - We have little time,

and quite a lot of interesting things ahead. I ask you to.

- I wonder how he feels now.

-Who knows.

- Can we come a little closer, gentlemen, please.

That's all, gentlemen. - Wow!

- Incredible! - Clean work.

- Well, gentlemen, let's move on?

Mr McKinley! Mr McKinley, please.

-Yes, yes, I'm going.

- Well, here we have, so to speak, the elite. Chosen favorites of fate.

By the way, just below us. Brazil national football team

with a coach. We decided to remain eternal champions.

And here...

- Like, is he here? - Such a writer! When?

- The day before yesterday, gentlemen. - What do you say!

- So we'll never know what ended up with John and Mary.

-It would be very instructive for our youth.

- Well, it will be instructive for that one. And now I'm asking for me.

We are with you in the registration hall with a card

index, where the purchased time is automatically counted

each of our clients. Look.

We bought this last year from a Japanese company.

Nippon Electronic Corporation. I can't name a price.

I just don't have the right.

Believe it or not, this is unique.

Gentlemen, just imagine, a clock with a millennium-old factory!

It's practically a perpetual motion machine.

Where is our doubter? Mr McKinley?

All posts! All posts! All posts!

Leak in sector 15-Pi.

SIREN

Urgently! Submit urgently! Leak in sector 15-Pi.

Well soon! What are you sleeping?

-All services. Signal number five. All services. Signal number five.

Leak in sector 15-Pi.

How? I'll fire you, Mr. Barens!

-Stop! Lord, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?

What's this? Where are we? I'm a committee member! You dare not!

No no! Stop! I protest! I will complain!

- They don't like hares here, Mr. McKinley!

-Where is our esteemed director of meridional airline

Mr Arthur Smith?

In the ground

Where is the venerable Archbishop Tufford, who

solemnly called us to Christian resistance? There.

OUTRAGED SCREAMS

But the most defiant thing is that the defendant is not among us.

No, he does not wait respectfully there, on the wooden bench in the corridor, for the

verdict of the chosen ones of the country. No, he does not wait with due trepidation

your questions gentlemen. He is afraid of you!

Sam Boulder must explain to us the origins of his

insidious and dubious activities. SCREAMS: Yes! Yes!

We are here to make a great decision, gentlemen.

But can we accept it without looking directly into Samuel Boulder's eyes?

Where is he? We want to see this person!

He is strong and mysterious yet, this uncrowned

rogue, before whom kings and magnates now curry favor,

generals and movie stars, gangsters and politicians in

the hope of a warm bed in his vast underground empire.

But I contend that this treacherous organization was created to panic

and to systematically undermine our military and industrial potential.

by depriving the military industry of workers,

headquarters and laboratories have the best minds, and our budget has taxes...

SCREAM

Sorry sir, I'm a little late.

Senile discomfort. All of them are, damn old people.

You need to poison them!

Common stomach problems.

It's against expectations... Yes.

I think I disturbed you a little?

-First of all, we welcome Mr. Boulder to our midst.

So, your word, Mr. Boulder. I would like to, but I have time...

But the speaker... - He? It has long since ended.

- My name is Sam Boulder.

B, O, C, L, D, E, R.

Boulder.

I got your... hmm! sudden agenda.

And first... It's harmful for me to fly...

I'm only allowed to go to heaven with an angel.

But they gave me an invitation...

Oblong...

And that's when I didn't sleep...

I looked through the cloudy haze at all

these cities and towers floating below...

And I thought...

Why is it so strong?

Why?

Of stone and iron?

No. And therefore, gentlemen, that it is made

from a living human soul, from our breath,

from a dream, from hope, even as if from nothing...

That's why books live longer than iron.

"So what is most needed now to save the world?"

I thought as I floated in the sky.

Gentlemen, I will now say a very funny one,

even an obscene thing in such a place.

Pure soul, gentlemen.

A pure soul.

And yet...

Then a crazy heir appears, a dunce, his head is

screwed, and again unmourned ashes flies in the wind.

I said ashes in the wind.

That's why the old man stands at the

gangway and furiously hurries everyone,

to get on board his ship.

A ship sailing somewhere.

And why does he do that, that damned disgusting old man?

Makes money. Yes!

Perhaps.

And maybe for his long life

he loved people so much that he decided to save at least something

from the upcoming fire? Doubtful.

I know too much

about you all to be sorry.

No. I just want to throw in for the future, on the

other side of tomorrow, a little bit of our ideas.

Memory of the past.

And one more thing to build a hut...

for the first time...

I don't know for whom, because most of my clients

have no thoughts, no conscience, not even courage.

I myself am too poor to carry out the evacuation into the

future of the best representatives of mankind at my own expense.

And they usually never have money.

Although... give me your military budgets, damn it!

And I will try.

COCK CROW

My time is up.

I graduated.

Secretaries will answer questions so that they

don’t get bored and don’t get money for nothing.

In fact, I flew here to see who is

now, as you say there, is at the helm.

modern civilization.

That is, look at your faces.

Thank you.

I have seen.

- Please, sir. Sam Boulder Salvatore at your service.

I beg.

Offer the gentleman a good seat at our salvatory, miss.

- Absolutely.

I'm listening, sir.

I'm listening, sir.

- I'm interested in what exactly I can buy from you

for a relatively small amount. - How much money do you have, sir?

- So, on average, six thousand, no more.

-We have individual apartments, unfortunately,

no less than 20,000, sir.

- Thank you. - Come in, sir. Come in.

- Cheers, old man!

Well, hasn't Miss Bettle become Mrs. McKinley yet?

Cheers, old man! That is, forced to upset.

Well, cheer up, no need to hang your head. The firm is experiencing

a temporary downturn. No loans, no advances, not even for lifters.

We are temporarily tucking our tail. We are on the edge.

Not a single serious invention, not a single reputable company.

The Lippinstock pills were our swan song.

And now... Lone fanatics to fight air pollution

suggest mixing perfume "Chanel number five" into gasoline.

How would you like it? By the way, why weren't you there last night, huh?

I hope something will burn out by Christmas. We can give you a lift

seven or eight hundred. Cheer up! Don't hang your head!

- Orangeade, please.

I will not remember such a tropical August.

Although, however, in our south in childhood it was not so hot.

-But, probably, it will be early and rainy autumn.

- You are sitting in the most advantageous place in the entire cafe.

After all, it is best to observe accidents from here.

- Yes. - According to city statistics,

most of them occur exactly at this intersection and at this hour.

And according to one reporter friend, this is

the most accident-rich intersection in the world.

- A young official killed an old woman.

She borrowed things from beggars.

He just missed it a little... I don't feel sorry for the old woman, she's a jerk.

I fixed the ax in the noose under my arm and went to visit her.

In our time with an ax - this is the only chance

go crazy...

-By the way, on the third day there was a nice collision of three cars.

- And there was a lot of blood? - It was terrible.

And, according to my observations, the blood dried surprisingly slowly.

Even in this weather.

-You are observant.

I advise you to report your discovery

to the Society of Wildlife Lovers.

-So...

50, 150...

You will forgive my obsession, but last time it seemed to me that

you were not only in tears, but, as it were, in a haze of old sadness

eyes. Excuse me, I sometimes...

You are in great grief.

“Three days ago I betrayed a creature close to me.

-I also know such desolation.

This boring silence after a night storm.

For more than two years now I've been trying in vain to find

any attraction in my loneliness.

Well, let's hope your friend is doing better there.

Apparently, it was a very sympathetic, kind creature,

faithful knight, intelligent interlocutor.

- I would not say so, but we were connected by nine years of the closest friendship.

- Wasn't he old? Curiosity killed him.

He died under the wheels of a bus.

He noticed something there and climbed. - We're getting so careless

over the years, so we need mutual love.

Do not give in to longing, take care of yourself.

- I have enviable health. My husband was afraid of me

and my grandmother never missed a ski race until she

was 80, until she slipped on a mountain path herself.

-Allow me.

MUSIC FROM THE THREE PIGS

LAUGHING

Prize for speed. - Thanks to.

- So where are we going today? - I do not care.

But beware, I will ruin you. I am ready to serve you forever.

- You are a professional seducer, Mr. McKinley.

Admit how many women's lives are on your conscience, huh?

ROAR TRIBUNE

- Hey! - Step on his mouth!

Come on! - Hey!

-Let's! Since childhood, I love all these fights, fights,

cheap street blood, be it soldiers, boys or drunks.

I am a very gambling person. Are you tired of me, dear?

I warm my heart with your presence.

-O! Come on! Come on! Let it go! Left! Left!

Wu! Cretin! My money is gone. Oh, oh... Well, what is he there,

what does he think there? - I'll bring you ice cream.

-What he?!

BE SICK

Thanks to. Next to you I feel so good, so exciting -

like in a dream. As if someone is waiting for me around the corner,

wants to catch, and I run, slip away, become so flexible, fast,

like in a dream. What's this? - Fate itself tells us

to be together until death. - To yours or to mine?

Smile at me, Mr. McKinley.

Well, turn it out, turn it out!

MUSIC FROM THE THREE PIGS

SHOTS

- Record bank robbery! - Yes, nowadays money

and jewelry is best kept at home, in the kitchen, in a flask

for cereals. I personally keep them just under my pillow.

You have shed balm on my tormented soul.

You know, I've become such a coward, I'm so afraid of everything: revolutions, collapses, -

that all my valuables - money, large sums - I keep at home

in case of a sudden escape. McKinley Chuckles

-Record bank robbery!

- For a long time I want to ask you, dear, where such generosity comes from.

It's just terrible with you. Reveal who you are, huh?

Player? Gangster? Gold digger?

Ah, I'm guessing you're an anonymous drug maker. I guessed right?

- I'm just a modest consultant to one firm.

- A... Weapon? - And I have a good name

in a relatively narrow area.

Have you really never been in love, Mrs. Shumway?

- Oh, never. - So what connected you with your husband?

- We rarely saw each other. It helps married life.

- But the children... They're...

With them, you know... - Why?

To have one's own is disgusting, but to love strangers, it always seemed to

me immoral. I am convinced that love for children was invented by maniacs.

and revolutionaries. In all their bloodshed they always refer

to the miseries of the poor little ones. And, mind you, not your own - other people's babies.

-N-yes...

I also heard about the existence of such a theory.

MUSIC FROM THE THREE PIGS

- Tell me, Mr. McKinley... But first, give me the floor

speak only the truth and keep your eyes open.

- Oh... I'm ready.

What is this unbearably terrible thing you are thinking now?

-I thought that we almost always tragically miss a happy moment.

get out of life.

-Does your regret extend to me too, dear?

It even seemed to me that you wanted to help me a little with this.

I guessed right?

-Farewell.

- Forgive me, Mr. McKinley, for my suspiciousness.

So many bad people around. And I am so superstitious, I

was so frightened when you once asked me about my health.

After all, she just didn't show it. Well, sorry! Well,

spare me, if you managed to love me at least a little.

I, right, am so annoyed myself. But understand, I am so lonely, and in our age everyone

around is tearing their happiness right out of the hands of fate with their teeth.

- You have a morbid fantasy, Mrs. Shumway.

You need to find a more resilient friend.

Unfortunately, I am not well suited for

such wild psychological experiments.

-Show off your Ann, Mr. McKinley, -

as a sign that you have ceased to be angry with me.

Mr. McKinley, see your Ann.

See.

-No no. Not today, Ann.

No, just not today.

THE NIGHTINGALING SINGS

-Thank you. Farewell.

It's a pity we didn't meet earlier, when I was younger

and, by all accounts, much better. Some even hinted

that I remind you terribly from the back... - Whom did you remind from the back?

- Don't insist. - I am begging you.

- I'm ashamed. Take pity on me. - I want.

- It's hard for me to pronounce this word. God help me. Well...

Gioconda.

-Remember, Ann, you are the same to me now as you were then.

- Mind you, poor Mr. McKinley,

you will have to prove it for the rest of your life.

No, no... Not now. No no. I'll be moving next week.

Miss Brian will go to her family for a month, and I will

be left alone, all alone and at your mercy. Then I...

-Why are you upsetting me? Why not now?

But why? - I want to save your pure soul.

But Wednesday... Wednesday...

GENTLE CHILDREN'S CHANT

SHOTS

CONTINUES CHANTING

SHOTS

CONTINUES CHANTING

On Wednesday, I'll be alone. All alone on Wednesday.

On Wednesday I'll be alone all alone.

On Wednesday. And in your power.

On Wednesday. On Wednesday.

On Wednesday.

-Maybe you shouldn't kill her, Mr. McKinley, huh?

What do you think, God?.. I myself think the same thing all the time.

I hope He understands. He understands.

At best, he will turn away, as if he didn't notice.

You seem to be hinting that this matter should be postponed.

For how long?

Oh, forever, Mr. McKinley. Forever.

Listen, in fact, what the hell they are for you, after all -

These little things, worries, worries? Yes, and this life itself. Why?

Better have a big drink before bed forget about it.

-Thank you. Falsie, some lunatic doesn't drink, he pays.

- Have you come to pray? - I came to think.

-Thinking in the temple means asking Heaven for advice,

and you look down into the darkness.

Can I help you? - Not. You better not walk with me

in the night forest, father.

-We have a tried and tested lamp for darkness.

So what is your confusion about? - I was looking for whether evil should

necessarily precede evil, or?

-What is "or"? Specify your circumstances, my son,

to make it easier for me to find you in your darkness. Open up.

Let the light enter your soul. - OK.

Here I am a soldier, I went through fire, blood, any shit.

Passed twice. I have no special feats, but I have

the main medal - for meek behavior.

I always thought - that's how I was taught - so God likes it,

so that everyone, from behind a tree, lies in wait for his neighbor with a club. But I thought

that at the last terrible moment he would spare the children.

It is not good, dear father, that little ones so

often have to pay for the atrocities of their elders.

So I came to ask if it is necessary to wait and allow

evil to kill the right number of innocent victims,

to then get the right to defuse it?

- You mean the evil that comes from private individuals,

financial corporations, or our entire often-reviled social

system as a whole, my son? What rights are you talking about?

And about what methods of preliminary suppression of the implied evil?

And is it not easier for you to entrust judgment and retribution in this matter

To your God and the state?

Why are you silent? - Our state complies

not morality, but only accounting and police order.

Does this mean that good should hear a child's cry, a call

for help, and wait outside the door until evil ripens?

-Yes, otherwise your goodness itself becomes a crime.

And who dares to distinguish between their purpose and appropriate

the highest knowledge that belongs to only one being in the Universe?

-Do you think He gets our daily papers?

It would be interesting to know what He thinks about nuclear war.

-It is our eternal tempter that torments you for the coming sleep.

Come with your burden tomorrow, in the sun. It's already night. Come.

- No, dear father, tomorrow I have a busy day - there will be no time.

And maybe useless. However, you have convinced me.

- Stop there man, don't run!

What did I convince you, man?! In what?! What did you convince?

I command you, eternal darkness, return this lost soul to me immediately!

Do you hear?! Give it back to me!

I command!

-Oh, I'm so tired of you, holy father. I gave you my turn.

Why were you chiking with him all evening in vain, huh?

You won't be able to get it anymore, you won't be able to.

I won't give it to you, I won't give it to you! DEVIL LAUGHTER

THE NIGHTINGALING SINGS

CRACKING DOOR

EXHALS LOUDLY

THE CLOCK chimes

-Be brave, my dear, be brave.

MRS SHUMMAY LAUGHTER

- What kind of idiotic jokes, Ann?

LAUGHTER CONTINUES

Ann, where are you? Where are you, Ann?

CONTINUOUS LAUGHTER

LAUGHTER HAS STOP

ANNE'S VOICE: Calm down, dear. Don't look for me. You are alone in this house.

And sorry for the cheap technical trick, forget about it.

Thanks, darling. I'm so addicted to this gambling with you -

constantly in mortal danger.

I was fascinated by the charming oddities of your

enigmatic behavior. I calculated that before Wednesday

you are not going to kill me.

Oh, how I wanted to experience moments of final fear!

Such a sweet horror pleasure when they swing

an ax at you, and you slip away with awakening.

I was sure that you would choose this way. Am I wrong?

But not fate. My jealous friend won't let me experience this

little pleasure. By the way, for two days now I have been

with him in one of the salvatories. Don't be angry, it might be

my last good joke in this world. Farewell, Mr McKinley.

Farewell.

- Canal! Canaglia!

FUNNY SONG IN ENGLISH

What kind of celebration are we celebrating? Funeral? Losing? The birth of a son?

From a lover, of course. M? Hey boy! Guy!

Have you decided to die?

I'm lucky - I see such people from afar.

-Not. I mean, I didn't... I was going to leave.

- Yes. - Only... very far away.

- Decided to reel in fishing rods. To the salvatorium, of course.

What are you, a coward? - Well no.

You see, I wanted... I want to start a family...

children...

And here... - What?

Oh, I can't! You heard? He can't

do this business here! LAUGHING

You're a guy nothing, I'm telling you. If you shave a little, hold

you for three weeks on the sand by the sea, you still have enough

children can be obtained. - May be.

But I can't stand looking at dead children.

And lately there are more and more of them around.

- For the little ones. Yes? Yes.

So I say that you are a coward, since you are running from a fight.

You were very scared. But boy, don't worry.

Scoundrels, after all, also live. Some even get better from it.

Do you want me to tell you everything? No, do you want to?

Say do you want?

You, apparently, a guy, just never loved anyone, since you are

afraid for the children who are not there yet. That's what I'll say.

Love is, you know... It's like a whirlpool.

Then we repent, weep... But that's later.

Happiness begins with madness.

If you are able to believe a whore, then, you

know, I held this happiness in these palms.

Only they, the bastards, did not let me take a sip of it.

He was damn handsome. Rich.

He had a blue vein right here.

-Shut up, you idiot!

His vein is right here! - And you are in a dream so much

didn't earn as much as my Harry! - Harry!

- He was a calculating machine mechanic. You won't be the same in a dream

like my Harry! LAUGHING

This damn war... SOBBING

-Listen, why don't you move there?

- Do you think there will be blondes there too? AND?

You know, I started earning little. I don't have enough money for this thing.

What if I get you a ticket too? Perfect place

in a warm thick mountain. AND? Will you take it? Will you go?

Take it. - Wait...

Wait, this is in exchange for what? Ah! Kind of ticklish.

Listen, maybe you are the devil with the bag?

You buy souls in taverns.

Hm. It's somehow scary... to sell too cheap. You know, my soul even...

but besides her, I only have what is on me.

-I'll just give it to you. Take it, take it without money.

-Thank you. I'll drink, okay?

No. You'd better go there yourself, alone, into this hell hole.

I don't need to go there, no. In which case I will burn here,

along with everyone. My mother, when she drinks, always said to me:

"A Terrible Light Judgment will come upon evil." I doubt, really

that something will fall to me from this heavenly commotion.

You know, mister devil, I certainly want to see

how all this dirt blazes. And my clients, too,

and here are these. LAUGHING

Yes, give me, you naked fools, someone to light me up!

Excuse me, Ed. It's not my habit to drink on an empty stomach.

But this devil has poisoned my whole soul. Sorry.

-Ay!

Stop! Buddy! Don't you think, mister, of dying in

such a magnificent suit? I think so: if humanism

it doesn't cost you a dime, so be a humanist.

Here in front of you is a man deprived of property, -

so dress him up. Dress up! I'm not going to disturb you.

I'll leave. I'm not one of those who interfere in other people's business.

Maybe you've changed your mind? I won't regret it.

SOFT WATER SPASHING

Leave your shirt on - the water is very cold.

Thanks to. And I won't keep you.

STEAMBOAT HOOT

- Have a safe trip! - You are brave, Mr. McKinley.

You are not afraid to age 200 years at once.

-Yes, not by 200, but by 250. It is written here.

- And I'm even scared to look beyond 70.

- The company provides not only complete safety, friends,

but also a ten percent rejuvenation of their clients.

- When will the bird fly out? - My God, one ticket is 20 thousand!

- For God's sake, do not think that I dissuade you,

but you are not afraid to be alone, at the end of the world, without friends,

on some unfamiliar street, where there is not even anyone

and visit in the evening? We are so used to you

over these 14 years. - Well, of course, I understand you,

Mrs Perkins. A little creepy for a person who is left

alone, completely alone and forever with his happiness.

- Pay no attention to her, Mr. McKinley.

No crow's cawing can stop progress.

Attention...

So, to the health of those departing!

- Here's your ticket, here's your wagon -

Everything in the best possible way is given to you alone:

In a colorful paradise to see a dream -

Three centuries of continuous cinema.

All behind, already filmed

All prints, no smuggling.

Like a cherub, you are sterile

And the second class is not the highest class, but with linen.

Here it comes true All that is prophesied

The train is leaving for heaven - Good luck!

Oh, how we want it How we all want it

Don't die, just sleep!

Earth platform... Cheer up

And don't scream - He's deaf to our screams.

One of us went to heaven

He will meet God there, There must be a God.

You say hello to Him

And you will forget - It's okay, we'll survive.

We have a few years left.

We'll be smart and die properly.

Here it comes true All that is prophesied

The train leaves for heaven - Good luck!

Oh, how we want it How we all want it

Don't die, just sleep!

They will leave, like us, into nothingness without sleep

Both sons and grandsons of grandsons in three centuries.

Lord forbid that the war

Otherwise we will leave our great-grandchildren in the cold.

Some guy wakes you up

And let him into the world where in the past wars, stink and cancer,

Where the Hong Kong flu is defeated.

Everything is ready Are you happy, fool?

Here it comes true All that is prophesied

The train is leaving for heaven - Good luck!

Oh, how we want it How we all want it

Don't die, just sleep!

So goodbye! The bell rings.

Good luck! Bless you.

And if there really is God,

Do you still remember - Say hello to Him.

Farewell, woo!

Goodbye! Goodbye, goodbye!

-SBS company congratulates you on your arrival

in 2225.

-AND!

Thanks to. Ahem. Thanks to.

Yes.

Well, in your opinion, miss, am I still fit to be a suitor?

- Here's your money, sir. - Yes.

And tell me, gentlemen, how... LOUD KNOCKING

But I remember how it is now: up there, it was...

Ahem. HUMMS

Keep your head up guys!

Gentlemen, I am glad to welcome in your face the

inhabitants of the 3rd century. Allow me on behalf of...

WIND HOLY

Hey! People!

People!

God! Forgive me for what I did! It was I who

fled, abandoned, left the world to its fate!

THUNDER

- Get up, Jake. Well, don't play the fool.

Get up, get up. I see you are awake.

Well, don't pretend to be asleep.

You woke up. God, where did you manage to get so drunk?

Cleverly you pretended to be a teetotaller.

Don't pretend to be asleep. Are you trying to run away from me

into the realm of the subconscious - it's pointless. You woke up.

-Becky?!

Phew. Phew!

I seem to have overslept today.

It's strange, why didn't the alarm clocks ring?

- Stop, Jake, it's me.

Enough, enough, Jake, it's me! As much as you don't want to.

And don't look at me like I'm a ghost.

Better tell me, where is your damned ring that you have been

hesitant to put on my finger for so long? Hurry up, hurry up

lots of trouble awaits you! Thank God, Mrs. Perkins called

yesterday and said that you finally appeared on the horizon.

- I'll cook you an egg. - To hell with scrambled eggs, Jake!

I'm telling you, bring your damned ring here!

And I myself scrambled eggs.

- Hey, who's throwing trash there?

- Poor Mr McKinley...

-Listen, Roxy! Listen Roxy...

You probably haven't been beaten in a long time, Mr. Roxy.

And keep in mind, Mr. Roxy, that soon I,

That is, we are not going to move from this house.