White Feast

Innokenty Smoktunovsky

Armen Dzhigarkhanyan

A Vladimir Naumov Movie

The White Holiday

Based on the Tonino Guerra's novel "I cento uccelli

- Hundred Birds"

Written by Tonino Guerra

and Vladimir Naumov

F*ck, I'll rip your balls off!

Darling, does the private

detective agency situated here?

Here, here, it's over

there, come in, please.

I'm looking for the private detective agency...

- Hush, neighbors are shit.

I am the president of detective agency.

- Can I come in? Faster!

Your last name?

- Valentine...

Move it down, please.

Valentine Greg.

How can I help you, Valentine?

I want to offer you a job, simple

job, everything can be done in one day.

From dawn till dusk.

Well, what should I do?

You should follow.

- Follow whom?

Me.

I don't understand.

Well, you...

you will have to...

you will have to follow

me on a short distance...

and write down everything I say and do.

Do you take me?

Coffee?

Thank you, but I don't drink coffee.

I didn't understand, what and

where I have to write down?

To the exercise book, to the

notebook, wherever you want to.

All of my actions and

words, just precisely.

Precisely, got it?

No, I'm not suitable for this job.

I'm just a specialist in the

search of missing animals.

Pets.

And, besides, I'm going to the

bathhouse. Got it? To the bathhouse.

To the bathhouse? No, this thing, that I'm asking

for doesn't require particular specialization.

I'm ready to pay for your

efforts in any foreign currency.

Hush... wife is shit.

Payment, of course,

upon completion of work.

I just need... precision.

Absolute precision.

Do you understand me?

Where does he go?

He... slipped... on... the... ice.

What did you wrote down?

He came up to the showcase

and looks at a toy.

At what toy?

It's impossible to determine!

Just came up and looking.

I would ask you to be more observant.

I'm very observant, but

it's impossible to determine.

It is possible...

Well, enough, this work is not for me.

I refuse to do it, I need

to go to the bathhouse.

Please, stop a moment.

Just a moment...

- Well, what else?

You are right. I really don't know

what toy I was looking at. So weird.

Sorry, but you irritate me.

Yes, yes, yes... I irritate many people.

Pardon me.

Where are you going?

Why do you harass me?

I'm going that way.

I'm with you.

Goddammit.

Happy holiday!

What kind of holiday?

- You know, I always forget what it's called.

Ah, maybe it's called "planting of greenery".

- But it's a winter now.

There are puddles everywhere.

I recommend you to take off your

shoes and roll up your pants.

What a strange premises.

Looks like ancient excavations.

- It's a bathhouse.

- A bathhouse?

Stas, give me a smoke.

Oh, I soaked my feet.

What a pity.

- Hi.

- Howdy.

- Client?

- Nope.

- Did you wash them all?

- Yes.

This bitch bitten all my hands.

- Bring them all to me. Owners will start to come at 5 p. m.

- Yes.

- Will you have a drink?

- Yes, let's drink.

- What's the matter, drink this one. - For the

evening, "Anise" is always for the evening. - Oh well.

- Will you have a drink?

- No thanks. I never drink.

- Simulya, wil you have a port? - Thanks,

Stas. - Come on, drink, wet your whistle.

What, do you feel inconvinient? Turn

to the side, like this. Come on, drink.

- Miss, miss...

- What's the matter?

- I came.

- I see that you came. What's next?

- The chair is ready?

- What a chair? Are you crazy, sir?

- Stop it... - A chair with a

broken leg... - ...stand in a queue!

- I see you didn't recognize me, and because of it...

- There are thousands of you, and I'm the only one.

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