The Road Movie Page #4

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It was just hanging here.

Just right. How did he do that?

Well, I don't give a sh*t.

We'll drive without the dashcam.

I'll kill you, b*tch.

122. F***.

Him again... Here he is.

Serezha, go away, please.

Go f*** yourself!

Hop off my balls, b*tch!

C'mon, Serezha. Serezha! Serezha!

I'll beat the sh*t out of you, b*tch!

Understand?

Serezha, drive away, please.

Why stay?

Got him.

Serezha, I'm scared.

He can shoot.

He won't.

Zakhar, bend down, please.

Serezha, you too.

Calm down...

Break the f***ing window.

Break it, f***.

Why the f*** are you standing,

motherf***er?

Pull out the f***ing keys!

There is a huge dog.

Kill the engine.

Shoot the f***ing dog and that's it.

Serezha, bend down. Zakhar, bend down.

Shoot the dog.

Drive away, Serezha, please.

The second police car...!

There is another one. Drive away, Serezha.

Ok, get out.

Why did you get out?

Should we block...

Guys, I have a kid in the car.

Could you please let me pass?

Shoot the dog and that's it.

Let us drive away. The kid.

Shoot the dog and that's it.

And now they can block him.

Thank goodness!

Look, f***ing cows are running.

Be careful.

Oh f***.

What the f***. He saw cows.

Why was he riding so fast?

- He was flying.

- Why was he?

Let's go. I don't give a sh*t about him.

The cow is alive.

This guy also drove too fast.

They're from the 16th district. Sh*t.

F***, they feel freedom here, bastards.

They have too many speed limits

in their district.

But walking cows is fine?

Yes.

Oh, f***, bacon, bread...

Oh, f*** me!

Well, Leha, you said that, f***...

Holy f***, you have it up the wazoo...

Let's cut it...

We cut it and shitfaced...

And finally we brought him home...

Completely shitfaced...

We drank a lot...

We brought him to Popova 14...

This f***ing address...

To Raisa Viacheslavovna, f***...

F***, we've arrived...

Holy sh*t balls!

- We are sailing.

- F*** me.

Where are we sailing to?

F***, to the shore.

Straight ahead.

Don't twist the wheel!

Here he is.

Sh*t. Is he stoned?

Insane.

Is he going to fall on the road?

Right.

Oh, f***, oh, motherf***er.

He's alive.

It's so scary.

I want to ask him,

was it your first attempt?

Oh, God.

Do you have a mobile phone?

- Yes.

- I broke my leg.

I broke my leg.

Oh it hurts.

How are you?

Call someone.

Whom?

I don't know.

Call Yashka, he'll call some service.

- So much smoke.

- Move to the center.

Where are we? Oh, f***!

Oh, you've driven to the side.

Go this way. To the left, to the left.

Move on. The center is here, near me.

To the left.

Stop.

We are driving in the center now.

What a nightmare!

There is a car ahead.

Motherf***er! Oh, Lord!

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