All language subtitles for Attackers. The Last Fight. 1 Серия. StarMedia. Военная Драма. 2015

A crossing station in 61
km from the front. 1944

Ilyusha, Ilyusha, Ilyusha… Do you hear me?

Zhenya, don’t worry so much, honey.
They’ll treat you in the hospital,

and you’ll come back. We’ll fly
with you some more. Do you hear me?

Ilyusha. I…

I love you so much.
But it seems to me that we…

Come here. Come on, come on…
This is it. Be careful. Be careful…

It seems to me that…

One moment. Here we go, here we go…

Sometimes it seems to me that we’ll
never see each other again. Never.

Zhenya, don’t talk nonsense. I love you.

You’re the most beautiful
in the whole wide world.

Comrade Major, it’s time to go.

This is it. Go. Go.

Don’t cry. Zhenya, don’t worry
so much. You’ll be back soon.

Star Media presents

Dmitry Dyuzhev

Maria Andreyeva

Dmitry Arbenin

Denis Konstantinov

Olesya Sudzilovskaya

Anastasia Makeyeva

Anastasia Vedenskaya

Anton Semkin

Olga Filippova

Valeria Lanskaya

Created by Yury Korotkov, Georgy
Golovenkin, Alexander Vysokovsky,

Leonid Porokhnya together
with Zinovy Royzman

Directed by Zinovy Royzman

Music by Yevgeny Shiryayev

Director of Photography — Vitaly Konevtsov

Art Directors — Vadim
Afanasyev and Yuri Konstantinov

Costumes by Ksenia Mavrina
and Zhanna Lanina

Make-Up by Natalia Ramlya
Casting by Tatyana Statsman

Montage Director – Irina Michurina,
Sergey Khegay and Anton Zudochkin

Military Consultants –
The Hero of the Soviet Union

Colonel General of Aviation
Nicolay Antoshkin

and Research Assistant of the
Central Museum of the Armed Forces

of the Russian Federation Alexei Pavlikov

Produced by Ekaterina Yefanova,
Andrey Anokhin and Vlad Ryashin

The song “The Sky on Fire”
composed by V.Matetskiy

with lyrics by A.Lukyanov is
performed by Alexander Marshal

THE ATTACKERS. The Last Battle

What shall we do, Commander?

We shall separate, Oleg. You’ll fly
to the right and I’ll fly to the left.

Go.

No way. It’s not so simple.

I’m ready.

Hold on, Oleg.

Where did you come from, bastard?

Commander? I’m losing fuel.

Second, go back to the base.
You can’t fight without fuel.

I’ll follow you.

Keep the height, Oleg.

This is the end. Commander,
my engine shut down.

Calm down. I’m by your side. Pull
some more. You’re still high enough.

Come on, Yak, honey. Fly. Look
at how the Germans are barking.

They are getting mad because
they can’t hit you. Bastards.

My apologies.

Farewell.

Farewell, Bes!

Oleg.

I hope I’ll remember this name. Bes.

Are you’re mocking me, bastard?

Be careful. Commander, are you alive?

‒  Oleg died.
‒  Oh, Lord.

We met a real ace. I haven’t met
such a professional for a long time.

He played with me like with a kid.
He waved with his wings when flying away.

What a bastard.

How could you have missed them?

They came from under the sun.
The Messerschmitts. The hunters.

The clouds didn’t help us.

We have clouds here too. People
came from the army’s headquarters.

A Captain with a Lieutenant.
From the Special Department.

They have been waiting
for you for over an hour.

Hello.

An airdrome of the Second
Squadron of the Luftwaffe

‒ I got tussled today.
‒ You?

Yes. However, I survived.

To tell you the truth, it’s hard
to find a decent enemy nowadays.

Believe me. I fought with the French
and with the Englishmen.

The Brits are strong guys,
the French are weaker but here…

The Soviets are cannon fodder.

They are boys right out
of the flying school.

They have no experience at all.
Except for… Bes.

I beg your pardon. What do you mean?

Bes. This is how the boy whom I
knocked down called that pilot.

I am sorry but you are invited
to the Headquarters tomorrow at 8.

The commander needs your advice.

‒ All right. Thanks. Let’s listen to them.
‒ You have great battle experience.

Do you know where I got it?
I learnt a lot from the Russians

in their flying school by Lipetsk.

‒  Are you serious?
‒  I am.

The Headquarters of the 17th Aviation Army

Go.

Keep working.

Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, may I report?

Are you out of your mind, Paramonov?
Are you going to report to me right here,

in everybody’s presence? Go downstairs.

‒ We’ll meet there and you’ll report to me.
‒ Yes, sir. May I execute?

Not execute, Paramonov, but fulfil.
One executes prisoners but fulfils orders.

You may be free. Long time no
see, Bestuzhev. How are you?

Well… we’re fighting little by
little, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel.

Why “little by little”? We’re pressing
on the Germans along all the fronts.

The Fascists are running away.
And you’re saying that we’re fighting

“little by little”. It’s not good.
A commander shall inspire optimism

and raise the fighting spirit. And
you’re ruining it all with your pessimism.

Please pay attention to that.

I thought that I was brought here
for an interrogation, Comrade…

No. I didn’t call you. I’d be glad
to talk to you and to drink tea but…

I’m busy. Go on fighting.
I hope to meet you afterwards…

if we’re lucky. See him off.

Comrade Major, wait.

Major Bestuzhev.

Comrade Major, I’ll invite you in.

This is Lieutenant Chadrin from the
SMERSH. I think his nerves failed him.

The nerves… What had happened?

He didn’t fulfil an order.
He let a marauder go.

And?

Nothing good. They are not
taking him to the doctor.

A boy stole some bread and he let him go.

I see.

‒  Comrade Major, come in.
‒  I beg your pardon, Captain.

Good afternoon, Comrade Commander.
Major Bestuzhev has arrived at your order.

Hi, Ilya. I’m glad to see you
safe and sound. Sit down.

‒  Have you ever flown a Yak-3?
‒  We used to fly Yaks-1 and Yaks-7.

The principle is the same.
Will you have some tea?

No, thank you.

We won’t have anything now.
The principle is the same.

The speed is higher, though,
as well as the maneuverability.

It may easily knock a Messerschmitt
down at the heights up to 5,000 m.

Will I be transferred to another regiment?

No. You’ll have to form
your own one. One second.

Major Bestuzhev, by the decision
of the commandment you are awarded

a rank of Lieutenant Colonel.
The order that appoints you

the commander of a regiment
has already been signed.

I serve the Soviet Union.

‒ Congratulations.
‒ Thank you, Commander.

We’ll celebrate it when we have time.
You’ll become a General soon.

I believe in you. Come here.

This is where the Germans
have strong positions.

The worst thing are their concrete
pillboxes with anti-tank guns.

The walls there are 2 m thick.
Artillery can’t destroy them.

I got an order to level them
to the ground before our tanks

‒  start a breakthrough. Is that clear?
‒  Yes, sir.

This is why I need an additional
regiment of escort fighters — your Yaks-3.

We’ll need time to form an
aviation regiment and to master

new types of the planes.
How much time do we have?

We don’t have any time. I need to
go to the headquarters of the front.

Zhukov is there.

Is the offensive starting soon?

It is. I’ve almost forgotten.
This is your deputy for political issues.

‒  Please meet him.
‒  Comrade Major?

Lieutenant Colonel. What do you want?

Comrade Commander, the car is waiting.

Go, I’ll come in a moment.
Put him in the way of things.

My assistant will arrange
your trip to Moscow.

Thank you.

Good luck to you, brothers.
Comrade Officers, my apologies.

‒  I’m going to the front’s headquarter.
‒  Comrade Captain?

I’ll be waiting for you with the new
planes. Don’t you dare lose a single plane

on your way. Mind — we
need your Yaks like the air.

Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, let me
introduce myself. I’m Captain Padalko.

Lieutenant Colonel Bestuzhev.
You’re Padalko, aren’t you?

How may you serve in the aviation
with such a funny surname?

Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, a “padalka”
is a grain that fell out of an ear

on the field to sprout the next year.
My grandpa used to say

that sometimes a padalka grows
better than the seeded grain.

‒  What is your name?
‒  Vilorik Andreyevitch.

Vilorik… Padalko… Vilorik means…
Vil – Vladimir Ilyich Lenin. What is next?

“The liberator
of the workers and peasants”.

‒  You’re a liberator too.
‒  Yes, sir.

Well, we’ll liberate the workers
and peasants enslaved by Europe.

Welcome to the fighters’
aviation, Comrade Padalko.

The Headquarters of the Second
Air Squadron of the Luftwaffe

Gentlemen, please watch it.

It’s not a propagandistic fake
of the Soviet Union but the cruel truth.

The German Newsreel.

The news from the Eastern front. According
to the decision of the commandment,

the German troops are retreating to
the positions prepared beforehand,

straitening the front line on
the way. All our actions have been

thought over and prepared in advance.
The battles and inevitable sacrifices

always come hand-in-hand.
The German soldiers swear by the graves

of their perished comrades to get
this cemetery back as soon as possible.

Specially prepared groups of
miners are blowing up rails

to impede the offensives of the enemy.
A large-scale regrouping of the troops

is a part of a thorough plan
of the German commandment.

The Bolsheviks are sure that by
reaching the borders of Europe

they’ll achieve the fall of Germany.
However, their plans will fail.

On the contrary: the German reserves,
armed will all types of weapons,

won’t permit their advance deeper
into the cradle of the civilization.

The German people are looking
at their defenders with hope.

The bravery of their hearts will triumph
over the dirty hatred of the Bolsheviks.

The Russians concentrated all their
elite divisions by our part of the front.

They are the soldiers who
fought at Stalingrad and Kursk.

They are experienced and well-armed.
The Fuehrer gave me an order

to stop the possible offensive of
the Russians and to throw them back.

General Kless, what may you set
off against the Russian aviation?

Herr Field Marshal, we’ve just gotten
a new fighters — Messerschmitt G-9.

How many aircrafts
are there at your disposal?

800, Herr Field Marshal.

Does it mean that you’re already
ready to give the strategic superiority

in the air to the Russians?

In the worst case, we’ll
summon our forces from Italy.

Let me introduce Major Helmut Schtaufel.
He has just arrived from Berlin.

The plan of the anti-aircraft
defense that he worked out

has already been approved at
the very top. Here you go, Major.

This idea came to my mind when
I saw this interesting thing

in a souvenir shop in the Friedrichstrasse.

Do you want to stop the
Russian plans with this thing?

You’re absolutely right,
Herr General. Please open it.

What kind of a trick is it?
Are you joking, Major?

Do you want to stop the Russians with this?

You guessed it right, Herr General.
This is what my idea is about.

I called my plan “The Eastern Box”.

It will be a pleasure for me
to explain everything to you.

What do you think about this plan?

You know well that I hate
those snobs from the capital.

‒  However, it may work in this case.
‒  I don’t like them too.

I don’t like this “Eastern
Box” operation either.

However, we shall check it out.
What will you say?

It’s smart.

I entrust you with this mission,
Herr Major.

Yes, Herr General.

The Main Headquarters of the
Air Forces of the Red Army

Our best pilots shall be given a
right to hunt freely. Do you hear me?

I wish we were free from all this…

What a meeting.

I’m so glad to see you. Look at you.
You’re grey-haired but with the stars.

I read about you in newspapers.

Stop it. What are you doing in Moscow?

Were you transferred to the Headquarter?

What headquarters? I came with the
new appointment to form a regiment.

‒  A regiment?
‒  Yes.

I can see that you have new
epaulets. Comrade Lieutenant Colonel.

Guys, go, we’ll talk later.
We shall celebrate it. Let’s go.

Wait. I have one business
to see to here, and later…

I told you in the Russian
language — I have a lunch break.

Guys, don’t bother me. Let me
eat in peace. Come in an hour.

We’ll be at the front in an hour.
It’s the war, father.

This is her address. Dementyeva
Yevgenia Vyacheslavovna.

A pilot. Please check it out.
I’m writing to her every single day

‒  and she isn’t writing back.
‒  What do you want?

Letters get late even in peaceful times
sometimes. Wait. She’ll write someday.

You’re a rear rat.
We’re asking you to help.

Can’t you raise our ass from that chair?

We’re risking our lives there while
you’re sitting here eating official meals.

Get up and go.

‒  Where did you lose your leg, father?
‒  At Khalkhyn Gol.

I’ll wait outside for you.

‒  Forgive my friend. He didn’t know.
‒  It’s all right. I’ve gotten used to it.

I shall check the archives.
Come the day after tomorrow.

I’ll look for your Dementyeva. I will.

‒  Hi.
‒  Come on.

This is it. He is done.

Crayfish. The freshest ones.
Leonid Mikhaylovitch, help yourself.

Call me in case of need.
Don’t be shy. We’ll do what we can.

What is he hinting at?

Don’t pay attention. They are all
bowing before me. Do you know why?

It’s because I often come
here with Vasya Stalin.

You’re living in luxury.

It’s a real Scotch. The Americans send it
according to a land-lease agreement.

Let’s have a toast.

Why are you drinking it like vodka?

– Hi.
– Hi.

Look, I have an idea. Let me
introduce you to Vasya Stalin.

He’ll arrange your transfer to Moscow.
We’ll fly together, like before.

No, Lenya. I’ll go to the front
Come to us too.

I’ll need experienced pilots now.
We may fly with you there.

‒  No, no, I won’t go.
‒  Lenya.

I’ve fought enough.
I’m sick and tired of it.

‒  I read that you drowned a submarine.
‒  Yes, I did.

I was sent to Murmansk
after the disbandment.

The Germans were drowning the allies’
escort ships in the Barents Sea.

‒  We were covering for those escorts.
‒  How did you notice the submarine?

Through water. Listen. I was
flying back from a mission and saw

a German submarine. It was
swimming above water, all painted…

like Stepan there. Our guys had been
hunting for that submarine for six months.

So, I aimed at it and… boom.

Are you out of your mind?

This is exactly how it happened.
A few rounds and… It went down under.

Only an oily stain remained.

Give way, guys.

We’ll go to the Bolshoy Theatre tonight.
Have you ever been there?

I have, before the war.
What is the performance tonight?

What difference does it make?
We’re late for the performance anyway.

It’s OK, though.
I’ll introduce you to the actresses.

We’ll go to a restaurant
and drink for your stars.

‒  Oh, Lenya.
‒  What?

‒  Comrades, I toast victory.
‒  For the victory.

‒  I toast Stalin.
‒  For Stalin.

So much for the opera.

Stop it. We’ll go there every day
after the war. Two times a day.

These are our girls.

Lenya.

I beg your pardon. The coach is here.

‒  Madame.
‒  Here you go.

‒  Hello.
‒  Good evening.

Lyda, please met Ilya Bestuzhev.
Are you Lenya’s friend?

He has just come from the front,
by the way.

I’m Lida. Serebryanskaya. A dancer.

‒  Don’t be so modest. Lyda is a prima.
‒  Yes.

It’s impossible to buy
tickets for her performances.

Tell me, did you really
come from the front?

It’s true.

How are the things going there?

In many different ways.

You’re already having a small
talk. I suggest continuing it

‒  in another great place. Shall we, Alla?
‒  Yes, we shall.

Well?

Look, I’m so tired.
Let’s go some other time.

Comrade Lieutenant Colonel is
going back to the front tomorrow.

There may be no other time.

I agree, then. Where are we going?

We’re going to a restaurant.

What about champagne?

I’ll have some water, thank you.

Come to me. Give me your stars, commander.

Some water for me, please. And some bread.

‒  Here we go.
‒  Thank you.

We’ll celebrate it like at
the front. Give them to me.

We shan’t bathe the Soviet stars
in a bourgeois crystal ware.

The girls may miss it.

No, I’ll drink some vodka.
Alla, will you have some with me?

Me? No. Guys, what will happen now?
Champagne with vodka…

Everything will be good. Or won’t it?

Then everything will be very bad.

I toast your health, commander.

Congratulations with the new rank.
I wish you new victories.

Lenya.

Let it be so.

Congratulations.

‒  I beg your pardon. Will the lady dance?
‒  Of course, she will.

Let a lonely officer invite you
for a tour-la-dame, so to speak.

‒  What is it?
‒  Just a polka.

They are playing waltz. I’m sorry but we…

Will you dance with me?

I will.

‒  It’s all so weird.
‒  What?

My second wingman died yesterday.
Oleg. He was so young.

‒  And here everybody is so…
‒  Poor boy.

I disagree with you, Commander.
It’s the war. We shall live day by day.

Every day.
And take what we can from life

because tomorrow
this world may disappear for us.

Am I right?

I got you. Sorry. I got carried away.

Have rest, Major. We’ll dance on our own.

Such manners.
Your friend is like a real count.

He is a real count.

Lyda likes him.
I’ve never seen her like this.

Brilliant.

‒  Thank you.
‒  You’re welcome.

Tell me honestly… Do you have
a woman? A wife or a fiance?

I have a girlfriend. A pilot.
We got lost at the front.

‒  What is her name?
‒  Yevgenia.

‒  Do you love her?
‒  I do.

‒  Thank you. How great.
‒  What for?

For saying the truth.

I’m sorry but I must have drunk
too much. My head spins. I… sorry.

‒  Did you hurt Lyda?
‒  Me?

‒  Maybe I did.
‒  Did you say something to her?

‒  I said the truth.
‒  There is nothing worse than the truth.

‒  What did you say to her?
‒  One moment.

‒  Your friend is so unusual.
‒  A commander.

Let me go. Let me go.
I’ll shout. Let me go!

Don’t touch me. Let me go!

I think you shall put yourself in order.

Is Lyda all right?

I think you shall go to your girlfriend.

OK. Talk about your male topics,
boys. I’ll come back soon.

Congratulations, Comrade Lieutenant
Colonel. Lyda fell in love with you.

Why do you think so?

She has never gone to a restaurant
with anybody.

No matter how much they insisted.
Selivanovsky himself brought her flowers.

‒  Who is he?
‒  You surprise me.

He frequents the governmental box.

He often sits next to Beria
and to Merkulov.

However, our Lyda didn’t give in to him.

Go, comrades, go.
Everything is fine. Ward, come here.

What is wrong with him?

He says that he fell down and feel asleep.

Lyda!

You drink too much, Lenya.
You’ll perish here.

Let’s go to the front with me.

I can’t. I promised to
Alla not to leave Moscow.

Lenya, I’ll need you there.

She is pregnant. Her term is two months.

Oh, Lenya. Don’t leave her, then.

I toast you and Alla. And the future baby.

‒  Let me smoke too.
‒  You can’t.

‒  I don’t care.
‒  I won’t give it to you.

So what?

Maybe that Zhenya found another lover.
Lyda, the letters come back.

It doesn’t matter. He loves her.
Do you understand?

I do. You’re running yourself.

I love you so much. I love
you so much. It seems to me

that I’d even give you
my Lenya for a night.

You’re fool. If I just wanted to…

I’d have done it long ago. This is true.

‒  Alla?
‒  What?

I think I fell in love.

How?

I don’t want to be just
another girl for him…

Men are rare nowadays.

Do you know what I’ll tell you?
Feel yourself a woman.

For one evening.
And let it be as it will be.

You know, I… I want to get drunk.
To forget everything tomorrow.

You can’t forget everything.
We have a performance tomorrow.

To hell with it. My life is a
never-ending performance as it is.

My car is a real beast.
It’s from Vasya’s garage. A present.

I was assigned a driver but I love to
drive myself. Girls? Hello, Bordeaux.

Watch the road, Lenya.

Stop it. This car may go
itself, like by an autopilot.

Stop it. Hold the wheel. Hold the wheel.

I can’t. I can’t. I was wounded.
I was wounded in my heart.

‒  Everything is fine, my friend.
‒  Watch the road.

‒  Stop playing fool.
‒  Help me.

Watch the road!

‒  This is Stalin.
‒  Is everybody alive?

‒  Are you alive?
‒  I am.

Call the police and the ambulance.

What a tough landing.

Don’t worry, Ilya. You won’t be
punished. I’ll take the blame.

The main thing is to talk to Vasya Stalin.
He’ll arrange everything.

I don’t worry for myself.
I feel uncomfortable before the ladies.

Yes… I can’t recognize Lyda.
She got so drunk because of you.

What? Did you like Lyda?

I did.

‒  And?
‒  I only love Zhenya.

I see. One can’t give orders to
one’s heart. I love all women, though.

I love some women more and some less.

The main thing is to have
enough health for everybody.

If you go on drinking like
this, you’ll ruin your health.

You’ll be withdrawn from
flying. What will you do then?

They won’t do it. Damn them…

‒  Captain Shugayev, go out.
‒  Just me?

‒  If I order you to go out, go out.
‒  Whom are you talking to?

I’m the Hero of the Soviet Union
Leonid Shugayev. And this is…

‒  I don’t care.
‒  Enough talking. Go if he says so.

I’ll get you out of here, commander.

I swear.

So much for gathering a regiment…

‒  And this is a dress rehearsal.
‒  Yes…

‒  In costumes and in make-up…
‒  Alas, Vasya Stalin isn’t in Moscow.

To hell with the accident
and with the drinking.

That Stalin’s monument, though…
I told them that I was driving.

He was simply sitting next to me.
No, they say, we shall sort it out.

Bestuzhev was imprisoned for
counter-revolutionary activities.

Is he really a count?

Yes, he is. He was in the labor camps too.

‒  His ancestors were the Decembrists.
‒  What did he get into a camp for?

For the fact that he was a count.

You see, they used to hung Decembrists
at the Tsar’s times.

We, the Communists, shoot them.

They demanded him to renounce his parents.

Lenya.

‒  Give it to me.
‒  Lyda. We have a performance tonight.

Give it to me.

You did such a thing. A car accident…

You broke Stalin’s monument. Incredible.

You’re a battle officer.

I beg your pardon, Comrade Colonel.

I’m not trying to deny my
guilt but it just happened so.

What will happen to me now?

Your case is serious. It depends
on how the cards will be laid.

To tell you the truth,
if not for your past…

I see. No need to go on, Comrade Colonel.

Let’s hope that you’re more needed
at the front than in the camps.

And those who need you
will understand it. Guard?

‒  Lenya? Lenya? Did you see Lyda?
‒  Who?

Lyda didn’t go out to bow to the audience.

And?

Selivanosky isn’t in the box.
Lyda disappeared from the theatre.

The girls say that he took her away.
She invited him to the performance

especially to… save Bestuzhev.

What shall we do?

Have a walk.

Do you want me to let Bestuzhev go?

Don’t fret, don’t fret,
stop it. Stop it, come on.

Enough of playing a virgin.
One shall pay for everything.

I’m so… I’m a whore.

Stand up.

‒  Take your things and go out.
‒  I don’t have any things.

No talks. If I tell you
to take your things and go,

you shall go out with your things.

What will you tell me, Major?

Do you have any news on
Yevgenia Dementyeva?

I do.

Captain Dementyeva Yevgenia
Vyacheslavovna tragically perished

in an aerial battle on May 12, 1944.

She was buried by the place
where her plane fell,

by the village of Sychevka
of the Grodno district in Belarus.

Sorry for upsetting you,
Lieutenant Colonel.

What is there?

She died.

Take it. Be careful.
Shall I help you? Watch your step.

This is it, commander.
I didn’t save you. Lyda did.

Had Vasya Stalin been in Moscow…

Comrades Officers, have rest.
Bon appetite. Have rest.

Take some beer. The beer is fresh and cold.

Comrade Commander, do you want some?

Will you help me bring it to the table?

Don’t you dare come to me. You never pay.

Why are you keeping silent?
Are you playing a hero?

I think you’ve already drunk enough.

No, I’m not drunk.
You’re a hero, aren’t you?

You’re fighting at the front
while I’m entertaining myself here

with the commanders and ladies…
Look at you. Who are you?

Where would you be if I
hadn’t introduced you to Lyda?

‒  Hands off.
‒  Do you know why you were released?

Lyda slept with Selivanovsky
for your sake. Do you hear me?

‒  What?
‒  She slept with him.

Yes, she did.
He made a call and they let you go.

Where are you going?
I’ll pay. Do you hear me?

Did you think that it was easy here?

It’s not easy to survive
here too, commander.

I can see that well.

What can you see? What?
You must be envious of me.

You’re envious of my luck. You’re
envious because your second wingman

outran you in everything.
You’re jealous of me, aren’t you?

I’m sorry.

I deserved it.

Zhenya died.

Zhenya is gone.

Forgive me.

End of Episode One