The Terminal - Goat Scene "Viktor The Goat Navorski"

Sir, we have a situation upstairs. Well, it's gonna have to wait. This won't wait. When the 9-12 from Toronto landed, they found four prescriptions without an MPL. They tried to take the pills away from him and he went nuts. There he is. We think they're for his father. Sir! No, no, no! Sir! Sir, calm down! Put your weapons down! Everybody, keep your weapons down! We're here to help you! We're here to help you, sir! We're here to help. Where's he from? He's from Russia! Now the only interpreter we've got is in Newark! He'll be here in an hour! Okay, we've got to find somebody to talk to this guy. I have an idea, sir! Victor? Victor! I need your help. His name is Milla Dragovich. He lives across the border from you. He may not speak exactly your dialect or whatever, but I need you to translate and help me out of a jam. I help you? Why? Because I don't want anybody to get hurt, Victor. This guy's very upset. Just talk to him and calm him down, all right? You do that, and I'll let you back in the terminal. No, New York! No red stamp! Green! I'm green in New York! Okay, yes. You say yes. Yes! Yes! Yes! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Mr. Milla Dragovich, we have somebody here to talk to you. Somebody to talk to you. Go ahead. Come on. Okay? Okay. Calm down, calm down. I'm not alone. I've been here before. What? Okay. Tell him. In order to export medicines from this country, he needs to have the proper form. He needs to have a medicinal purchase license. Okay? You understand me, Victor? I don't understand. My father's sick. He's such a man. He's 72, but he's holding on like a belt. He does everything himself. The roof, everything himself. The firewood, you know? He's sick. Six years ago, he was the same. Nothing helped. He brings the medicine for his father. Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay, all right. It doesn't matter. His plane landed in the United States. He needs to have the right form. Okay, okay. He did not know that he needed this document. No one say to him he need document for form. Well, I'm saying it to him. He needs to have a form signed by the local hospital treating his father and a doctor in Canada. These medicines have to stay in the United States now that they're here. They have to stay here. He's begging you. I know. I can see that he's begging. I can see that. I'm sorry, sir. They'll have to take a flight in the morning. The medicine stays here. I'm sorry. Send her down! All right, all right. Thank you, Bender. Good job. Thank you. Let's go. Oh, oh, oh! Oh, hey! Uh... Goat! What? Goat, goat. Medicine is for goat. Goat? Yes, yes. Medicine is for goat. He said that? Yes. He say we not understand. I not understand goat. Wait, what are you saying? You misunderstood him? That the medicine is not for his dying father? No, no. The... The name for a father... Sounds like goat. I make mistake. Why are you doing this, Victor? Medicine is for goat. No, it's not. Yes. No, it's not. No, no, no, no. You've been reading the immigration forms. The blue one. Yep, blue. Blue. The blue form. The one that says if it's an animal, he doesn't need the medicinal purchase license. You know it. No, then he can just bring the drugs in. Very good, Victor. That's very good. Why are you doing this? Huh? You don't know him. You don't know the rules. Look at me. I was gonna help you. I want you to ask him. One last... No. Not you. I want you to ask him. I want to hear him say it. I want to hear him say who the medicine is for. Please. Who the medicine is for. Answer him, Mr. Milodragovich. Who are the pills for? Okay. The pills stay. He goes. That's it. Come on, now. Let's go. Easy. Take it easy. Come on. God. Medicine for God. Give him the pills. Medicine for God. Medicine. Just take it. No more. Come on, now. You love that God. Do you think this is a game? Huh? Do you think I need an excuse to put you back in that cell to keep you there for another five years? You go to war with me, and you go to war with the United States of America. And then you will know when that fight is over why the people of Krakowsia wait in line for cheap toilet paper while Uncle Sam wipes his ass with Charmin 2-ply. There was a 20-man. Immigration gun was drawn. The Dixon was ready to fire to kill the little man with the pills. But then someone walks into the room and stand in front of this little man, put the guns away. The man said, nobody will die today. Who? Who was that Satan? Nowoski. Victor. The goat. Nowoski.