New security orders. Restart the trains, all right? Open the city's borders and let the people back into Moscow.
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No, there's no time. Get my shoes, please, Nina, my shoes. - Your shirt. - Send me a shirt and tie.
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- Hive? - Who was it? The Secretariat of the General Secretariat. Of the General Secretary. The Secretary of the General... Stalin?
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Yeah.
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I don't suppose you want a chair? Oh, no, no, no. I can't sit down. I haven't sat down since he died. One can't. He was too big.
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What was the name of the... that woman who gave evidence against the doctors? - Timashuk. - Yes. She's got everything we require for the situation. The location of all the remaining doctors in the Moscow area, a proven desire to survive and a talent for fellatio. Yeah, right, she gets my vote. Good. Let her find us some doctors. Yeah, and if it goes badly, we pin it all on Lady Suck Suck. - Then we shoot her. - Yes, that would work. You see? We're better as a committee. Let's go.
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People in off the streets. Just this way.
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I'd like to try one with a faraway look.
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Open up!
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Georgy is off in a hurry somewhere.
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Ohh!
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I have the recording. I just had to get a new sleeve, a white one. The delay has been logged. I wish to convey a special message from my heart. I wish to convey this recording to Comrade Stalin. I want Comrade Stalin to know the full intensity of my feelings for him.
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That's him. That's him there. There.
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Oh, come on.
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- Shouldn't we check it? - No time. If it's not okay, then Stalin's men will chop you into dog meat. Thank you.
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Your trousers. Your trousers. Here are your trousers. - Okay, okay. - Let me take your pyjamas.
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Passed unanimously. Nicky Khrushchev, funeral director. It suits you. - Yeah. - It suits that face, anyway.
