I Am (Ya) (Ya)

And when he stepped out of the boat, immediately a man out of the tombs

with an unclean spirit met him. Mark 5.2

That's me. I'm 18 and I'm into theatre.

I'm starting a story about my friends.

Our story is closely tied to my friend, nicknamed Rom.

The Magadan city prosecutor has a serious interest in him.

I've got to say that it's not without reason.

And the guys from the prosecutor's office are really fierce.

An eye for an eye, you son-of-a-bitch!

A tooth for a tooth.

Stop, that's enough. I'm tripping my ass off.

I am

This is Rom.

He's in the nuthouse for murder.

Now he's stoned so the orderlies are turning into blond chicks.

Where is he?

He'll show up soon, the demon.

These are my older friends and the boy is me.

Hold it, OK.

The guys are on all sorts of stuff, some on pills, some on the needle.

-Is it tied up? -Yeah, it's cool.

Cut the shit!

Chera and Paris smoked themselves blind.

So from up there with his beard he jumps through the bars to here.

And he's like, "Chill out! I'm at the base."

They all fuckin' showed up!

Safron took my watch yesterday for the evening and now it's gone.

It's American. A fuckin' Iron Man.

Carp, go to hell with your watch! It's not yours. Don't piss me off!

He sold it and he's probably already stoned, you jerk.

Kid keeps trying to swallow the lump, see?

Look at my throat. I'm trying to swallow saliva. But there's none.

Just a lump the size of a tractor. Soon I'll start hallucinating.

See my dilated pupil? It's all from the taren.

Don't sweat it. Kid. It'll be gone by tomorrow.

So, demons already wasted since morning!

Here are the disembodied hands.

I'll grab and hang 2 towers on an island!

They'll fall down and buckle like they're on smack!

In the year coming after 2!

And one after the other will go down into the fire!

Down, damn it, down!

Fucked up first thing in the morning.

Rom, Heil Hitler! How's your health?

Hare Krishna, assholes!

We're gonna lay some good shit on you now.

Enough roaches for 10 joints and some speed.

Paris, I'll portray you kindly when I'm in front of the Father.

And who's that dude?

He's with us. He's...

What was his name?

Well, should we do a hit or what?

One sec, Rom.

Catch!

Damn it! One sec.

Why are you being so stupid?

Are you like this with your squeeze, too?

Let me.

Stop! Hold the bag.

Just relax. What's with you?

Let me throw it. You'll miss.

Get lost, you moron!

I'm serious.

Let the little devil toss it!

Kid...

Here, Kid.

Right in the eye!

Shit!

That's how I met Rom for the first time.

In Rom's pockets was everything humankind might ever need.

And he generously dispensed and sowed.

I grew up. It was time to dodge the draft.

So I crossed the threshold of the Sevastopol loony bin.

I'm on a tile floor. My jeans are flying off. And my Keds.

They rip the beads off my arms. They break into bobbers.

They pull the leather bracelets off my wrists.

They ripped the cross off my chest.

I used to be stronger than them. I would've destroyed those dorks.

I didn't expect this right away. They broke my nose in the process.

A salty taste in my mouth. It's blood. I was almost a pro in judo.

That's alright. I'll crush you anyway. I'm here.

It's a prophylaxis.

The day I arrived they found lice in the nuthouse.

Enough spraying!

This is the loony bin's head doctor.

She decides if you go to the army or get Article "Schizophrenic".

The toilet. I'm going in. There are people in front of me.

Bulged deformed skulls. I'm lighting up my filterless smokes.

Pal, save me the smoke.

Why are you here?

-Voices. -What voices?

In my head.

What are they saying?

Sometimes they say that time will stop at 12...

Sometimes that there will be a bloody wedding.

I remember that window.

I've been here, but of course it was on the other side of the bars...

when we'd visit Rom with presents.

Where is he?

He'll show up soon, the demon.

We all wanted to be like Rom.

Well?

I'm not sure.

Did Pavlik get locked up?

Yes, tomorrow we're going to the court.

Looks like 15 hard labor.

The pigs pinned some unsolved cases on him too.

God rest his soul.

Chera, tell Totzel it's going down.

When I get to the city, let the cops have the day off!

The third Sunday will be rock-n roll.

I got you, Rom. I'll Jericho it with 2 horns!

Cool! That's it! Dismissed!

Well, punks, "Come together!"

Rock-n-roll!

Arhip, damn it!

Let's move it you fucking junkies. Take the beer!

Kid's tripping.

Arkhip got off on poppy so he was zoned out a lot.

That's why they called him thick and poppy-eater.

Dry-mouth, dammit.

I'm comin'.

Chief, give us a lift to the city. We'll take care of you.

Where are you from?

-We were visiting a patient. -Which one?

What, you think you know him? Well, Rom.

Get in. I'll take you anywhere you want. It's on me.

Great! Hey, get into the chariot!

An old lady's going with you, but she gets off soon.

The toilet's long with partitioned johns along the wall.

I'm walking towards the one closest to the window.

Access to the bowls is open. There are no doors.

I changed my mind. I haven't gone to the toilet in a week.

I need to get accustomed here.

To know who's the boss and who's holding.

Nobody's in a chair smashing a punching bag with a stick.

Fuck, everything's different.

Yesterday I finished Ken Kesey's One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

Yesterday I thought, "Dammit, I'll show you rock 'n roll."

But I still did a little.

So you're Adolph, got it?

And you all scream "Zig Heil!" and raise your arm like this.

Zig Heil!

Exactly. And if need be, lift your arm and "Zig Heil!"

Zig Heil

And you're Adolph.

Forman got it all wrong too.

Nicholson would have been laid out in a second after his first tirade.

If I find Safron I'll kill him.

Give me the beer.

Arkhip, give me the beer!

No need to scream. Here!

Damn! I need to call my mother.

You said she died.

And here come the hallucinations from the taren.

Kid is totally trippin'. Look what he's doing.

Kid, what is it? Sit. Chill out.

What are you doing, Kid? Calm down, sit.

Paris, don't space out! Keep your eyes on him.

You fed him, so now you watch him till he comes down.

Arkhip, didn't you dodge the draft at that same nuthouse?

-And? -How is it in there?

I was dodging with Tukhetz and Maket.

They drafted Maket, but me and Tukhetz got a 7B.

Is it some schizo thing?

My Sashka's going to dodge in there too.

If he can manage. They're tough in there.

And I served like a moron. 3 years in a sub.

Why didn't you dodge?

I screwed up. They called me up and I went.

But now you can't get a driver's license.

Come on, Tukhetz drives, right?

I don't know where he got it.

If you're nuts they shouldn't give you license. It's a fuckin' car!

What if you hit someone? You won't be charged because you're a moron.

No, something's wrong here.

Totzel freakin' flies. I almost pissed myself.

We drove 120 to Yalta on a serpentine.

How can you dodge guaranteed?

You can slash you wrists on the street and call for an ambulance.

For a suicide attempt they'll take you to the nuthouse for sure.

They'll examine you there and...

no matter what they'll register you at a psycho dispensary.

That's how I found out how to dodge the army.

I slit my wrists for the First time when I was 13.

Where are you going to?

To "The Key" on Revolution.

Then wait. We have to deliver the first passenger to the base.

Hi, Mom, we're here.

This is Strawberry Fields, a nurse in the visiting room.

Let me make a call.

She's got a mole on her chin like a ripe strawberry.

The time for calls is up.

I need to tell my parents where I am.

Move your foot and arrange it with the head doctor.

Where is he?

It's a she! You under-aged dick! She's Yelizaveta Ivanovna Kalitka!

Foot! I'll call the orderlies and they'll cut you into shreds, scum!

Where's the head doctor?

Tomorrow, after 11.