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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.
The Death of Stalin
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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.
The Death of Stalin
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If you could do me a favour and just nod as I'm speaking. People are looking to me for reassurance and I have no idea what is going on. We will bring the situation under control. Order will be restored. This moron has restarted the trains. And your men pissed their pants and killed 1500 people. We were controlling the crowd. Those people weren't supposed to be there. Are you blaming the dead for their own death? I'm gonna tell you who's going to be blamed. I am going to be blamed. This shit sack is going to be blamed.
The Death of Stalin
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Are we ready for the balcony wave? Who's gonna carry the can for this farrago of shit? That's easy. Khrushchev. He put the trains back on. And you shot the people getting off them. - Yes, he has a point. - No, he doesn't. There's no point to Nikita Khrushchev. Well, how about this? We blame the security forces. Right? Hothead officers on the ground. Sorry. I'm sorry. Do you still possess a working brain? You dumb animal. I am the security forces and I'm not gonna be made the villain for this catastrophe. Look, even if you do get blamed, we close ranks. If anyone has a pop at you, they have to come through us first. Yes, good idea. Give me the girl. All right? - A lot of this is your own doing. - You spineless rat. You're just a cadaver we propped up in a corset. - Ohh... - Hey, hey, easy. It's time all of you realised who kept the daggers out of your backs. Show some fucking respect. I... I've got... I've got... I've got documents. I have documents on all of you. You, 13th of March, 1937. Zolotov trials. Forty-two dead, 173 exiled. - Your signature. - Beria, that's enough! Yeah, well, you signed off the life of your own brother! Oh, you think that was easy? You bastard! Bagrov, Gorev. How did your conscience accommodate that? And Zykov! Zykov! Poor blameless, guileless Zykov. All of you!
The Death of Stalin