[Guitar Strumming Upbeat Tempo]
* Heart and soul
* Baby there is no goal
* Turn the lights on bright
* You're a rock and roll star *
* Feel my love
* Coming from the heavens above *
* When my eyes meet your eyes
* You know it's true *
* Baby come dance with me
* On TV at the TV station
* Baby come dance with me
* On TV at the TV station
* You are lost
* And I'm at home *
* And nobody wants to be here alone *
* Ooh baby's in mint condition *
* Man I'm doing some dirty wishing *
* Let's both get on that rocket to the stars *
* Baby come dance with me
[Door Closes, Lock Latching]
[Moaning]
[In English] Bella: Mark, Mark?
[In Russian]
[In English] Mark: Who's Zina?
[Lawnmower Roaring]
[Car Horn Beeping]
[In English] Bella: Mark!
[Lawnmower Stops]
[Russian Chatter]
[In English] So what did you think of her?
Jana: Compared to what?
His other disasters? You know what I think?
I think he'd better off with a cat.
Or a plant.
[In English] Great. When's the wedding?
I can't wait to see her dress.
[In English] Ask Mark. He knows what I mean.
Ah, was she even wearing a bra?
[In English] Okay fine, pretend you didn't see anything.
[Doorbell Rings]
[In English] All right, let's divide this up.
Got ah six g's for Garfinkle.
Remember where?
Yeah.
[Piano Tinkling Into Heavy Bass With Soft, Airy Vocals]
* Would you give me a beat?
* Beat go
* The bells, the bells, the bells, the bells *
* And the bounce, the bounce, the bounce, the bounce *
* And the bells, the bells
* The bells, the bells, and the beat *
* When you gonna call me?
* I can never tell
* I wanna hear the ding ding dong *
* I wanna hear the bells
* The bells, the bells, the bells, the bells... *
[Russian Chatter]
[In English] Telemarketing?
Ma, I'd rather shoot myself.
[In English] Judge: We are gathered here
to witness the formal joining in the legal state of matrimony
of this couple,
under the authority given by the
Government of the Province of Ontario.
Do you, Efim Levinsky,
take you, Zinaida Karpilovskaya
to be your lawful wedded wife?
Yes, I take her.
Judge: And do you
Zinaida Karpilovskaya,
take Efim Levinsky to be your husband?
Yes I do.
Judge: By virtue of the powers
vested in me by the Ontario Marriage Act,
I do hereby pronounce you to be husband and wife.
You may exchange a kiss as a token of your joy.
[Clapping and Cheering]
Everyone: Mazel tov!
Everyone: L'chaim! L'chaim!
[Cell Phone Chimes]
[In English] Yeah? Okay.
[In English] Alissa's here.
[In English] Out front. I told you.
[Indiscernible Voices]
[In English] Jana: Bye dyadya Fima. Happy marriage.
[In English] All right, so it's really easy.
The computer dials automatically
and you just follow the prompts on the screen.
We're not selling them anything,
we're just offering them a free estimate.
People either want it or they don't.
[Drone Of Voices Overlapping]
[Knocking]
Mark: Yeah?
[In English] Mark: Okay.
[In English] Mark: Actually it's pretty depressing.
[In English] Like I said I'd give it a try and I tried it.
But it's like being lobotomized
so I'm going to look for something else.
[In English] No, he'll understand.
He knows it's a shit job.
He can easily find another monkey to do it.
Okay.
* [Electronica Dance Music]
*
[Knocking]
* [Classical Music]
[In English] Who's the companion?
She's a cousin. Sort of.
Does your sort of cousin want something to eat?
Really?
Ask her.
[In English] Rufus: Yeah?
Did I mention she was fourteen?
I-I-I assure you my interest is purely anthropological.
The anthropology of jailbait.
She's an intense little chick, man.
She's Russian. We're born intense.
Okay Berman,
with all due respect, you guys aren't even the same species.
Translate for me, um,
tell her that ah that my family was from Russia
but I want to know, um, what it's like,
what it's-what it's really like.
[In English] What did she say?
* [Pop Music Heard Through Ear Buds] *
*
[In English] Okay.
[In English] Good.
[In English] Walked around. Visited a friend.
[In English] He works. He's got his own business.
[In English] He sells electronics online,
like for computers, cameras, cell phones.
[In English] Twenty. He does it on the side,
and, ah, during the year he goes to U of T studying philosophy.
-Mmm. -Yeah.
[In English] I am.
[In English] She'll come here.
[In English] No I was looking for a job but then Ma said
she wanted me to look after Natasha.
[In English] Hang out.
Hang out.
Maybe show her around the city? Go some places.
Well I could take her to the Museum or the Art Gallery.
[Television Chatter]
[In English] How's it going dude?
Boy: Yeah what's up man?
Hey, who's that?
Hey, you wanna party?
Ah she doesn't speak English so.
Oh yeah? What does she speak?
Russian.
Hey. Wantsky smoksky?
I will catch you later man.
Kid: All right. Mark: All right. Cool.
[In English] TV Show Guest: It's just better for something like that.
-TV Show: Dare we say it's more fun? -It's more fun.
[Water Running]
[Moans]
[Moaning]
[Heavy Breathing]
* [Electronica Music]
*
* Get a little closer, let fold *
* Cut open my sternum, and pull *
* My little ribs around you
* The rungs of me be under, under you *
* I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed *
* Over the rocky cliffs that you leave *
* To peer over and not forget what feet are *
* Splitting threads of thunder over me *
*
* That I might see with my chest and sink *
* Into the edges round you
* Into the lakes of quarry's that brink... *
[Song Lowers Into Background]
[Cheers]
[In English] Rufus: What's up?
Want to try it?
Cool, yeah. All right.
Pump that. Push your... all right go for it!
[Cheers]
[Song Swells To Foreground]
*
* That I might see with my chest and sink *
* Into the edges round you
* Into the lakes of quarry's that brink *
* On all the edges round you
[Moans]
* Get a little closer, let fold *
* Cut open my sternum, and pull *
* My little ribs around you
* The lungs of me be crowns over you *
* Get a little closer, let fold *
* Cut open my sternum, and pull *
* My little ribs around you
* The rungs of me be under, under you *
[Subway Clatter]
[In English] Good.
[Russian TV Show Chatter]
[In English] I understand enough to know it's a crap show.
[Footsteps Creaking Above]
[Cell Phone Chime]
[Screams]
[In English] Roman: Natasha!
[Cell Phone Chime]
[Indiscernible Voices]
[In English] Hey man.
These are the, ah, the pool guys.
Well, we'll take some measurements.
Rufus: All right.
Have I ever even seen you swim?
Berman, nobody swims in these things.
They're for floating.
You fill them with plastic inflatables
and you free-associate.
The gentle swaying, it stimulates the brainpan, you know?
Why not start with a hammock and then work your way up?
Well sometimes I'm out here and I got to take a leak.
The weather's nice.
I want to stay out but I got to pee,
I mean, just for that the pool's worth the investment.
Rufus: Thank you. See you soon.
Where's the girl?
With her mother.
Thought she hated her mother.
She does.
So what are you doing here?
Go and-go and liberate her.
It's forbidden.
Dude you're sixteen, everything's forbidden.
I mean the world expects you to disobey.
I've been accused of unnatural acts.
Society was founded on unnatural acts.
Read the ah, read the Bible.
I mean it starts with Adam and Eve,
after that if somebody doesn't boink a sibling it's-
it's end of story.
You mind if I use that argument with my mother?
What do you think about a hot tub?
What, instead of the pool?
Rufus: No, with the pool.
Do everything in mosaic tiles.
Give it a real Greek feel.
Put up some Doric columns.
Even put in a little fountain. Eat some grapes. You know?
Just play Socrates.
[Door Bangs]
[Knocking]
[Cell Phone Buzzing]
[Knocking]
[Cell Phone Chiming]
[Grabs Suitcase]
[Birds Singing]
* [Electronica Music - Heavy Bass & Beats] *
*
[Russian Chatter]
[In English] Around.
[Voices Echoing Into Silence]
[Car starting]
Mark.
[Engine Roaring]
[Drilling]
[In English] Rufus: Those three?
[Voices Overlapping]
What's the matter Berman,
you don't return phone calls anymore?
Give me a second. Let's go for a walk.
Where you been? Hmm?
Come on.
Look Berman, this is why I wanted you to call.
I didn't want to have to have fricken text you
or leave it in a voicemail, okay?
She doesn't want to see you anymore.
I thought she was going to Florida.
Oh, come on Berman, she's a fucking kid.
How's she going to get to Florida?
She barely speaks English.
She's either here or she's on the street man,
like what do you want me to do?
Right.
She thinks you betrayed her.
She's very principled.
Hey, she's safe here. Okay?
That's one way to look at it, yeah.
Don't be mad, okay? This isn't personal.
-Fuck you, Rufus. -Okay, so what now?
Is it, is it martial arts time? What do you want to do? Hmm?
* [Russian Folk Song]