- Never mind. Swap. - No. - Just swap with me. - I said no.
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Right, get in there. Go on.
The Death of Stalin
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Fetch the mattress and have her washed. Okay.
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All of you. I have documents on all of you!
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The one who put you here.
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For you, I will attempt the impossible.
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Well, come on, your voice was once so beautiful, Polina Molotova.
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Our Stalin?
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Yes, well, I want you to bring him back.
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Ah, Generalissimo. There he is, eh, the great man.
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You're bending and cracking the truth like a human body. The truth? This from the man who invited his bit-on-the-side whore pianist to play at the funeral, even though she swore to kill Stalin, who's now dead. Whoa. What the barrelling fuck are you talking about? She wanted Stalin dead and she knows your family. She taught your niece to play, remember?
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Nikita Khrushchev. - You balls like Kremlin domes. - Stop. Be serious. Are you in? I'm in, I'm in. That fucker thinks he can take on the Red Army. I fucked Germany. I think I can take a flesh lump in a fucking waistcoat. - It's got to be tomorrow. - Tomorrow? Sorry. You busy washing your hair or what? Tomorrow's the funeral. Yeah, the day that the entire fucking army's in town with their guns. That's perfect. But we need the Presidium on board. Every one of them. Yeah, yeah, yeah... Malenkov's a bit tricky. - No. We need fucking all of them. - Well, I'll get him.
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What the fuck are you doing?
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Yeah, your Stalin.
The Death of Stalin
1.8s
A lot of people to process.
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Trophy hunting, comrade? Oh, Svetlana. No, no. I was... We were just about to make a toast to your father's health and I know he kept some fine vodka here somewhere. Well, better you find it than my brother. Ah, yes. Vasily.
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...sucking the cocks and balls of Zionist... New York... New York Zionist queers in petticoats. Look at them. You see? Those brain thieves. - Do not translate this. - I see you. Heed me. - There's food next door, gentlemen. - I'm Stalin's son! You will not take me down. I will not go down! Please, this side. I'm sorry. I apologise.
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- New lists. - New lists. - New lists. - New lists. New lists.