Original subtitles

(engine rumbles)

- The poor girl was screaming her head off when I got there.

She was hysterical.

She wants us to charge him with the usual rape.

I've got it all here, another--

- Call you back later.

(radio chatters)

What's this?

(gun shots) (dramatic music)

(glass shatters)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(alarm rings)

(dramatic instrumental music)

- You know those guys?

- Nah.

Might be from headquarters.

(tense instrumental music)

(explosive booming)

(fire crackles)

(gentle instrumental music)

- [Man] Flight 893 from Moscow arriving on time.

We ask those people welcoming passengers

not to walk out onto the runway.

(gentle rhythmic music)

- Are you meeting someone Oleg Andreevich?

How are you, Oleg?

- [Oleg] I'm fine, thanks, my son's on that flight.

- [Woman] Please remain seated until our plane

comes to a complete stop.

(gentle rhythmic music)

- Hey, the steps!

I can't remember.

Wasn't you boy here last year?

- No, two years ago, year before last.

- The anthem!

Start it!

(patriotic orchestral music)

- My father's there.

- [Man] Is your father in the military?

- No, but he used to be.

He was a flyer,

a helicopter pilot.

Now he manages a mountain camp.

I'll bet he misses the excitement.

- Why, he's old.

- [Woman] Please have your passports and other documents

ready for disembarking.

Check your seats for clothing and other belongings.

(gentle rhythmic music)

- Over here, over here, please.

Everybody for the survival camp this way, please.

All of you stay together, comrades.

Stay together and get on that bus over there.

Everybody, everybody for the camp.

Just go get on that bus over there,

and we'll pull out right away.

Come along, sweetie.

Wouldn't wanna leave a beautiful girl like you behind.

- [Boy] Wow, what a car.

- Hello, son.

- [Boy] Cool, never saw one like this before.

- One of a kind.

- [Boy] You modified it, huh?

- [Oleg] Yep.

- Real class.

(Oleg chuckles)

- We did it just the way you told us to.

You were right. - Let me drive!

- [Oleg] You know how?

- Sure, I do.

- Oleg Andreevich, I met the group and it's all organized,

so can I get away for a little while?

I have something I have to do.

- I know all about your business.

- I, uh.

- Just be back by tomorrow.

- I'll be here.

- You have a hike to lead.

Let's go.

Drive.

You can reach the pedals.

Barely, huh?

(engine rumbles)

(helicopter whirs)

(gentle rhythmic music) (helicopter whirs)

- [Boy] So how am I doing?

- [Oleg] Doing what?

- Steering this dangerous machine

as if I'm already an expert driver.

- You're good.

Where'd you learn?

Who taught you?

- 1 get to drive a car at least twice a week.

Vidisic drives us to the lake.

I drive home.

He drinks so much vodka, he's always hungover or drunk,

so he's afraid he'll get arrested.

- Yeah?

Who's this Vidisic?

- Vidisic, you don't know him?

- Look ahead.

- Vitaly Sergeevich's Mama's new husband,

a Soviet businessman,

the pride of Perestroika.

He's very active in the many interstate organizations,

Euro butter, international sugar.

He's opinionated.

- Ooh.

(slow rhythmic music)

- That's why I'm here, Papa,

and I'll be with you here just as long

as you would like me to stay,

Papa.

(horn beeps) (tires squeal)

- Look out.

(horn beeps)

That was dangerous.

Change seats.

- Yeah, okay, okay.

(slow rhythmic music)

- Hurry up.

(slow rhythmic music) (birds chirp)

(water rushes)

(slow rhythmic music) (birds chirp)

(water trickles)

(slow rhythmic music)

(water rushes)

(suspenseful rhythmic music) (birds chirp)

(growling)

(gun bangs)

(yells)

(chuckles) - Whoa!

Oh!

Nick! - Hello, chief.

- Oh am I glad to see you!

(chuckles)

- That's enough, set him down.

- Bigger every time I see him. (chuckles)

Come on down here, let me show you what I got.

- [Oleg] You went hunting.

- Sure.

(grunts)

- Now we'll get more hunters up here.

- Ah, Commander, it's a holiday.

The boy's here.

- A boar!

- Your hands!

Wash.

- Yes, Sir.

(birds chirp)

- Something the matter?

You're tense.

(water trickles)

- A problem.

Vitaly,

fantastic step-father.

- [Reporter] Yesterday, a group of men

disguised as police officers attacked a police station

in Utsgarad and made off with a quantity of weapons.

The six officers on duty were Killed.

- I suspect those men were terrorists.

- [Reporter] Drug use has been increasing

at an alarming rate and officials fear

that the mob is paying - Aisa Maximova.

- [Reporter] For the drugs with stolen munitions.

- Come, join us friends. - A quantity of guns

and explosives was taken over the last month

in a daring raid - This is a happy occasion.

- On an army warehouse. - It's really an honor that

you invited us to share it.

- Muslims who deal in drugs derived from poppy crops

are more interested.

(chuckling) (kids yell)

- I brought you the money.

Have you made your decision?

- Yes, I have, but I'm sorry I must refuse.

I know that I'm going to die. (sighs)

I have nothing to gain by it now

and I'd leave a bad name.

Memories, that's all I need at the end.

I have to think about what I face after.

I don't need to take any chances.

My soul is what seems important to me.

- You're right, my friend.

Your future is surely most important.

I accept your last wish.

Health be with you.

- Take all your money.

I don't need it.

- You mustn't worry.

(tense instrumental music)

Take the money.

(tense rhythmic music)

(groans)

(sighs)

(gentle instrumental music) (birds chirp)

- Papa!

The water's ice cold!

- Impossible.

Try again.

- There's no hot water.

There isn't even a faucet for it.

- Let me check in to it.

(gentle rhythmic music)

(yells)

Good, good, it's good for ya.

(yells)

Stay under, be a man.

- Papa, please!

- Builds good character.

(yells)

(helicopter whirs)

(tense instrumental music)

- Aka, hello, dear friend, good to see you.

- [Aka] Sal am, salam.

- How did everything go?

- Ah, well, the usual small problems.

Let me tell you about it.

(chuckles)

The factory was in a very good location,

but it was polluting the whole area.

Praise be to Allah, the officials were receptive.

We asked them to shut it down.

We are grateful, now it's a warehouse.

- Did you collect the merchandise?

- Yes, a quality merchandise,

but if only there were no helicopters,

there would be more.

A pity they burn the poppy fields.

- The trucks will get here soon

to transport your merchandise.

Then you'll have the guns.

- It is business.

We're an ancient people.

Merchants, after all.

Our merchandise is happiness for people,

golden dreams.

- Listen, Aka, if you wanna remain in your ancient business,

don't you screw us.

(chuckles)

(tense rhythmic music)

- All right, what's the matter?

What's wrong?

You are not up on the hike with the others, Gabrikova.

- Gavrikova.

- [Oleg] Mm-hmm, so what's your excuse for refusing to go,

Gavrikova?

- The mountains.

- Right.

- I'm scared.

- You came to hike.

- I didn't know.

- It's up here that character is built.

- Mm, I'll stay here in camp.

- [Oleg] Obviously, you're a kid of the streets.

Get some rest, calm your nerves.

- But I'm not afraid of cold water!

I just don't like cold showers.

Let's drive up to the lake, and I'll dive in right now.

- Come on, that lake is 40 degrees above zero.

- I can stand it, Nick, I'm no sissy.

- [Nick] Then why did you yell like that?

- I like hot showers.

I didn't come here to suffer.

- [Oleg] Okay, group, line up.

Come to attention.

- And I don't like lining up either.

I just don't like all this pretending

that we're all soldiers.

Who needs it anyway?

- Make up a list.

Put down everything, every complaint.

- Hey!

Forward, march!

Hup, two, three--

- Come on, Yura!

Did you forget in only two years?

Go, go, go.

- Why can't we just walk?

- I Nick) One, one, one, one, one!

- Let's rest, let's walk. - Come on, use your ass

to pull the heels out of that saddle.

One, one, one, one,

one, one, one, one.

- All right, now listen up.

I want no mistakes.

(tense music)

Let's review our meeting.

We have exactly 10 minutes.

Our losses will be tripled if we lose just one minute.

By five, we lose everything.

We'll be trapped.

(tense music)

(chuckles)

- He was eating,

and he threw some of the food to the dog.

The dog ate it.

Then he waited.

Then he knew the food wasn't poisoned.

(dramatic music)

- [Jaffar] You take out the guards.

- Yeah, right.

- And you, you take out the patrol.

- Okay.

- And you, I want you to get all the sentries.

(tense instrumental music)

Don't forget,

after everything's loaded,

you rendezvous at the warehouse,

and we'll pick you up at the right time.

If you're not there, we won't be able to wait.

You'll be on your own.

(tense instrumental music)

Igor?

- [Igor] Yes, Jaffar?

(tense instrumental music)

- Don't get into anything.

- Jaffar,.

- I know you're strung out.

I want you to help with the loading, all right?

- All right.

(tense instrumental music)

- It's time.

(gun bangs) (horse whinnies)

(guns bang)

- Whoo-hoo!

(laid-back rhythmic music)

- You're shapin' up, kid.

I guess having good genes helped you pass

the young warrior's test.

- Who needs this?

But thanks.

- Well, everybody could use it.

- For what?

I wanna become a diplomat.

- Mm, why?

Your father used to say it's the only way to survive.

(laid-back rhythmic music)

You and I are the same blood!

You and I!

- You and I are the same blood!

You and I!

And Papa.

- You mustn't count on the criminals, they're unreliable.

- I agree.

- They have their own, uh, Perestroika.

- Much like painting over.

- Yeah, like reforming.

But who can sew a purse out of a sow's ear?

- That's right.

And they have a lot of dough, don't they?

- They open a lot of cooperatives,

invest in big business,

launder money in the Caribbean.

Now I think we're worse off.

- Who are you able to work with?

- [Man] I'll have to think it over.

(soft chattering)

- They're just a bunch of young muslims,

so who cares what happens to them?

Do exactly as we agreed and I'll have plenty more of this

for you after. (moans)

(tense instrumental music)

Listen,

I press it exactly on zero.

- On zero. - On the bus,

when it's exactly on zero.

I trust you to do your part.

And I,

I'll do mine.

At the next stop get off,

and I'll have this waiting.

- Waiting.

- As soon as you get off the bus,

if you do everything.

(tense instrumental music) (soft chattering)

- You'll wait there?

(tense instrumental music)

(engine rumbles)

(tense instrumental music)

(explosive booming)

(tense instrumental music)

(fire crackles)

(grunts)

- Hold it, Commander, stop, stop, hold it!

- Are you stupid?

Don't you know I might've broken your back, hmm?

- Oleg, I need a few days off, okay?

- Forget it.

But you need a few days away from each other.

Do some chores around here, Nick,

just so you don't get soft.

- Yes, Sir.

- You better shave yourself.

- Yes, Sir.

- I was just learning, that's all.

- Learn to use your head.

Me, you jump?

- Well, you're not totally invincible, are you, Papa?

- [Oleg] Son?

- Yes?

- [Oleg] Go eat your supper, then go to our cabin and read.

Go on, get outta here, go on.

- Yes, Sir.

And thanks, Commander.

(insects chirp)

- Kiss her, Yura, go on. - Ah!

(fire crackles)

- [Oleg] Okay, whose wine?

Well?

- It's whiskey, Papa.

- The bottle is mine.

- And the cigarettes?

- The cigarettes are mine, too.

Yura, why'd you take them?

- [Yura] They're mine.

- This camp is dry.

- Is the dry law for everyone,

or are there exceptions?

- [Oleg] Yura.

- I don't wanna go.

- What a stiff.

- We have nothing more to say.

I don't like it here.

Obey orders all the time, that's what!

Obey all the stupid rules!

Because you're my boy.

I remember Mama calling you a militant.

She said you ran a boot camp.

- The whiskey and cigarettes belong to whom?

- I smuggled them up.

Too bad you didn't inspect everything

when I got into your car!

I already knew you wouldn't like it.

I don't wanna get sent to bed

and get up when I hear the bugle every morning.

And nobody needs me.

- Look, son.

- Don't call me that!

You don't care about me at all!

You and your discipline!

(dramatic rhythmic music)

- Almost there.

(dramatic rhythmic music)

(gunfire)

(clanging)

(gunfire) (dramatic rhythmic music)

(explosive booming)

(gunfire) (dramatic music)

(groans)

(booming)

(gunfire) (dramatic rhythmic music)

(explosive booming)

(guns bang)

(explosive booming)

(gunfire) (dramatic rhythmic music)

(clattering)

(dramatic rhythmic music)

What's wrong?

- I got hit, Jaffar.

- Can ya move?

- It's my leg, Jaffar.

- Well, can you work?

- I can't.

Yes, I can, Jaffar, yes, I can, yes, I can.

Jaffar, yes, I'll work.

(dramatic music)

- You can crawl and count the boxes.

(dramatic rhythmic music)

We have two minutes left.

(alarm rings) (dramatic rhythmic music)

That's all!

Let's go!

(dramatic rhythmic music)

That's 10.

Okay, pull out!

(dramatic rhythmic music)

(alarm rings)

(dramatic rhythmic music)

- Jaffar, there it is.

(dramatic rhythmic music)

(helicopter whirs) (dramatic rhythmic music)

(crashing)

(helicopter whirs)

Let me in!

- Hang on out there, cool off!

(tense instrumental music)

You can hardly walk with that wound!

Now who's gonna guide the caravan?

- Don't kill me, Jaffar!

I'll give you another man to guide the caravan.

I'll get someone who can do it.

(tense music)

- [Man] Let me in!

I can't hang on!

(insects chirp)

- You got to him.

(gentle instrumental music)

You mustn't make him try to be like us, a soldier.

You see, with him it's not worth trying.

(gentle music)

He's different.

- I don't understand.

I haven't deceived anybody ever,

lied to anybody,

or flattered.

(gentle instrumental music)

You know, Nick,

I never left anybody or destroyed a thing!

I have lived my life by certain principles.

I have done nothing wrong at any time.

(insects chirp)

And so,

why shouldn't my son grow to be just like me?

(sighs)

- Mmm.

Well, Gavrikova Tatiana.

- Gavrikova.

- Gavrikova.

(soft chattering)

Did they sound taps?

- Not yet.

(soft chattering)

- So, uh, go to bed.

(soft chattering)

- We could use former athletes.

- That's true, but they're too greedy.

It's different with a man who could be useful to us,

and men who've been kicked out of the army need money.

Some become alcoholics or just sit around.

Other men commit suicide.

They all despise authority.

They're dissatisfied and restless.

They're the ones we can work with.

Show them an enemy and arm them.

After all, they have nothing to lose.

- Rise and shine.

Well, how are you feeling?

We had quite a fight last night.

- Yeah.

- You got a headache?

- No, I feel okay.

I'll take a shower.

- [Oleg] Uh-huh, go ahead.

(birds chirp)

Yural

- [Yura] Huh?

- [Oleg] Breakfast at 09:00 hours.

- [Yura] Yes, sir.

Oh!

Whoa oh!

(water trickles)

- We have a casualty. (saw buzzes)

He jumped off a ledge yesterday and ripped his leg up.

Incapacitated.

Talk to Nick.

He knows the trails and could lead the hikers.

You better rest up and if you don't, the hell with ya.

- Too bad you let Yura leave.

The city's dangerous these days if you're not careful.

- I didn't let him go.

Where is he?

- He left with the van for the market just now.

(chuckles)

- The rascal.

This morning he even took a shower.

- He'll be back later, I wouldn't worry.

- I'll tear his ears off, the liar.

- Oleg!

He's going to Moscow.

- What makes you think so?

- He took his bag with him.

I just remembered.

Damn.

- Okay, I'm leaving.

- Better I go.

- Take over.

- Good morning.

- And don't let strangers in!

- [Igor] Nick.

- [Nick] What?

- I have an offer you'll like.

- You're going to pay me?

- A 100,000.

- I won't charge you that much for taking out your group.

A drink or two will be enough.

- This has nothing to do with the group.

It's business.

(saw sputters)

- Forget it, beat it.

You're startin' to bore me.

(saw buzzes)

- Hold it!

We have business.

- Worth a 100,0007?

- What do ya mean?

- He mentioned that amount to me, talk to Igor about it.

(saw buzzes)

- Hold it!

Look here.

Here's 25,000.

There's 25 more after a job.

Okay?

- I already have a job.

Now you better take your case and beat it outta here,

or I'm gonna help you out by your nose.

- Goon, go on.

You don't get it.

You get more money than you ever did, there's nothing to it.

It's your chance of a lifetime.

Well why don't you at least ask me what kind of a job?

- Because I'm not interested!

I'm perfectly happy with what I'm doing.

Take your money and get

outta here! - What's the matter with you?

You think you're rich?

Well, you're not, you never saw so much money before.

(saw buzzes)

- What the hell are you doing?

You're crazy, you're crazy! - You bastard!

- Put it down!

- I'll cut you up! - No, no, put that gun away!

- Hey, what's going on?

Fighting?

You roosters settle this outside this camp!

Nick, you come here!

- I'm not through with him.

- Quiet, quiet, take it easy.

- I'll fix the

son of a bitch. - Take it easy, take it easy.

- You go, the boy and you get along.

I think it's better this way.

- Igor,

you're very interesting.

- You're right.

- I'll get back to you later.

(horn beeps)

Here we go again.

(horn beeps)

Have a good trip!

- Stop your car, let's talk it over nicely like gentlemen!

Pull over!

- Okay.

Whoa oh oh oh!

(tense instrumental music)

(rhythmic drumming)

(speaks foreign language)

(rhythmic drumming)

(singing in foreign language)

(rhythmic beeping) (singing in foreign language)

(tense instrumental music)

(singing in foreign language)

(tense instrumental music) (singing in foreign language)

(groans)

(tense instrumental music)

(hissing)

(tense instrumental music)

(groans)

(tense instrumental music) (singing in foreign language)

- What is it you want?

Would you like some sweets, or, uh, almonds?

Roasted with honey, yes?

It's all right.

Just tell me what you'd like.

Come on inside and look around.

Come here.

(chuckles)

(tense instrumental music) (singing in foreign language)

- Clean him up.

I didn't understand.

Was the communist party outlawed?

Didn't you get instructions from Moscow?

- Oh, but they didn't mention that,

just their usual bullshit.

- All right, I'll call 'em back.

(singing in foreign language)

(groans)

Let him be.

(groans)

Brother,

you're among your own.

- What the hell do you mean?

You men are strangers.

- These men are, they're Muslim, they're Shiites.

Welcome.

(singing in foreign language)

What do you mean you were gassed?

You must've imagined it.

You feinted at the bazaar.

It was your own fault.

You should have your head covered

when you're out in the sun.

- Come on.

What do you want?

- For you to help me.

- We'll see about it.

To do what?

- To lead a caravan.

My guide's been wounded.

- From where?

- From there.

- And that's all?

- That's all.

- Mmm, uh-huh.

I can't.

- Why not?

- That shit stinks, I can tell it from here.

- Where'd you get so smart, in Afghanistan?

- Ah.

(birds chirp)

- So now we can talk seriously.

Teridonov Nicolai Alexeevich, Russian.

Born in '53.

Academic schooling in Moscow.

After transcription and basic training,

volunteered for the paratroopers.

If you like, I'll tell you your serial number.

I know your blood type,

as well as your ID number.

Get this straight.

Don't confuse me with anyone.

And by the way, I'm in the service.

- What service is that?

- Doesn't matter. (chuckles)

- Where do you know me from?

- I know everything, even some things about you,

which you've forgotten.

I can tell you how much the rebel forces

were offering for your head.

Even today I could still collect it.

The East is subtle, it never forgives anybody.

I want you to understand me.

You know the situation.

Everything has to be done to maintain order.

- Where?

- The country.

- Forget me.

I already served.

International duty, I served.

- Ah, the hell you did!

Al right, 50,000.

Satisfied?

25 now, 25 after.

- [Nick] Oh, come on, what do you take me for?

Can't you stop being vulgar?

- You're an interesting man.

Would you like me to call an ambulance from the asylum?

Or would you prefer a hearse?

You fail to understand

that you'll never get outta here alive.

Who's bag is this?

Who owns it?

Yours?

- No.

- It was brought here with you.

- [Nick] So what?

- [Jaffar] Is it yours?

- [Man] No.

- Do you own it?

- [Man] Uh-uh.

- How 'bout you?

- [Man] No. (thudding)

(groans)

- Goon.

He was snooping at the gate in the market.

- You own it, huh?

It's yours, right?

- It's mine.

- Know me?

- On the plane you had a beard.

- The boy yours?

- Mm-mm, no.

- It's the manager's kid.

- [Jaffar] Of course.

You pointed out your father to me, didn't ya?

- Yeah.

- And he's the manager of the camp, is he?

- [Yura] Uh-huh.

(chuckles)

- Hey.

(piano rings)

That's all.

You're free.

- I'm not leaving here without the kid.

- [Jaffar] Go on, get outta here.

I don't need you anymore.

- The boy goes with me.

- The boy has a father,

and the father's responsible for him.

He's not your concern.

(grunts)

Sorry.

(grunts) (thuds)

- Nick!

(sharp thudding)

- Break him, Jaffar, make him crawl.

- Happy to do anything for a working man.

(groans) (Yura yells)

- Nick!

Nick!

Ow, ah, Nick!

- Bastard! (thuds)

- You came to the mountains.

You're finished with war,

and you're waiting for someone else to sort everything out.

Veterans, heroes, begging for housing,

waving your discharge paper in the food lines.

I'm not interested in you.

(grunts)

You're worthless!

- You're kidding.

(tense music)

You left my son back there?

You claim that somebody knocked you out with gas,

and you expect me to believe that?

What the hell do you take me for?

I trusted his life to you!

(grunts) (tense music)

Let me go!

I'll break his head!

If anything happens to Yura,

I'll kill you!

(tense music)

You were knocked out by gas?

There're better stories in the movies.

You think I buy that?

You bastard!

You're lying to me, aren't you?

You're lying to me!

What really happened?

- Okay, come on, hit me!

- Oh, I'll kill you if anything, get!

Hey, just get him outta my sight, the bastard.

If my boy is harmed at all, I'll kill you!

I will kill you!

(tense rhythmic music)

Damn!

Okay, okay, okay.

When do you want me to lead the caravan in?

- You'll go?

- I'll bring it and that's all.

- You'll have to start right away.

- How many in it?

- Nobody knows.

As many as necessary.

That's secret.

- Your dumb assistant.

He didn't understand the whole deal.

Jaffar wants to be your friend.

The caravan for your son,

and you get paid.

You must take it all the way.

You got a companion for protection.

(tense music)

- What from?

(chuckles)

- Understand, if you go alone, they'll kill ya.

Those in the caravan are used to a different guide.

- What happened to that guy?

- He can hardly move, he hurt himself.

(tense music)

- Oleg, I'll come with you.

- You stay right here.

Try to get back your guts.

Or better yet, go back and keep an eye on my boy,

and don't come here again without him.

Is that clear?

- It's clear all right.

- Coward.

Tell them it's all gonna be okay.

- [Nick] How you gonna get by the border guards?

- By the dry waterfall.

- There's no road there.

- There is a road there.

I'll go along the top.

- You won't get through for a week.

Get away.

- I'll get through.

At sunset tomorrow, I'll be there.

I'd better leave somebody to run the camp while I'm gone.

- Leave Igor, he's been hurt.

He can hardly even walk.

- He's better than nobody, the pimp.

Go to my son.

Watch him.

(tense music)

- Yeah.

(tense rhythmic music)

- Not here in the car, you idiot.

Not here, drag him outside.

Go on, take that shit out.

(groaning) (tense rhythmic music)

- [Nick] I thought we made a deal.

(groans)

(tense rhythmic music)

(groans) (thudding)

(tense rhythmic music) (groans)

(gun fires)

(groans)

(tense rhythmic music)

(groans) (tense rhythmic music)

(sharp thudding)

(tense rhythmic music)

What kind of stuff you got here, Igor?

- Try it.

- You fucking bastard. (clattering)

(groans)

- [Igor] What the hell's a matter?

(clattering)

- Where's Jaffar?

- In the gravel works, I think.

- And the boy?

- What boy?

- Oleg's son from Moscow.

- Oh, Yura, uh, I-I-I don't know.

With them maybe.

- Stay alive for now.

(yells)

(groovy rhythmic music)

And I'll see you later.

(tires squeal)

(tense instrumental music) (doors thud)

(engine revs)

(tense instrumental music)

- Alexis, take the left.

Petrovo, find Igor's cabin.

Boris, go around in back.

Greg, find Marichent's house and cover it.

Go on!

(tense instrumental music)

(gun fires)

(alarm wails)

(tense music)

The car!

(alarm wails) (tense music)

(engine rumbles)

He's getting away, stop him!

(alarm wails)

After him!

(gunfire)

Petrovo, Petrovo get a car!

(tense music) (alarm wails)

(tires squeal)

(alarm wails) (tense music)

(rumbling)

(alarm wails) (tense music)

(explosive booming)

(brakes squeal)

(booming)

(alarm wails) (tense instrumental music)

(explosive booming)

(alarm wails) (tense music)

(rattling)

(singing in foreign language) (gasping)

(kids yell)

(singing in foreign language)

- What do you want?

- It's all right.

- Get, get out of here!

Get out of here, go on! - I can't get over that wall!

I've gotta get in there! - Where do you think

you're going?

You can't go in there!

I'll call the police, I'm calling them!

(yelling in foreign language)

(speaks foreign language)

- What do you want?

Why are you here?

Why are you in my house?

There are women here and children.

I do not welcome strangers.

- Where is he?

Where's the boy that was brought here?

- [Aka] What boy?

- I saw the boy here.

- You saw a boy?

These are all mine.

(singing in foreign language)

What do know?

You're a stranger.

You don't understand.

We are Russians.

We are a truthful people.

- [Nick] I know the truth.

- Oh, dear, dear, dear.

(singing in foreign language)

- [Woman] Get out!

- You don't belong here!

- You, you keep away from out children, you pervert!

(yelling in foreign language)

(tense instrumental music)

(engine rumbles)

(tense instrumental music)

(engine revs)

(tense instrumental music)

(thuds)

(tense instrumental music)

(groans)

(tense instrumental music)

- Okay.

(tense instrumental music)

(yelling) (clattering)

(tense instrumental music) (guns fire)

(crunching and rattling)

(explosive booming)

(gun fires)

(clattering) (tense music)

Uh-oh.

(explosive booming) (crowd yells)

(fire crackles) (tense music)

(crowd yells) (tense music)

(groans)

(tires squeal)

Al right!

(tense music)

(tires squeal)

(thuds)

(tense instrumental music) (tires squeal)

(thuds)

(clattering)

(tires squeal) (tense music)

(engine rumbles)

(tense instrumental music)

(thuds)

(tense instrumental music)

(exciting rhythmic music)

(cows moo) (tense rhythmic music)

Have it your way.

(tense rhythmic music)

(gun fires)

(explosive booming)

(fire crackles)

I'm sorry.

(cows moo)

(clatters)

- Good.

(chuckles) When the caravan arrives,

you know what to pay them.

Don't hold back anything.

Get them all the weapons you can.

- Just the same, they'll be disappointed.

- Yeah.

- They expect twice as many weapons.

- I know there won't be enough,

so explain to them that they shouldn't be greedy.

- Of course not.

- Of course not, make them forget.

Make them forget with a big party.

In the excitement, they'll forget about the shortage.

I'll be our effort for Glasnost.

Money and health.

There's so much change.

So many of them have lost their heads.

All that's needed is to straighten them out,

and you're good at that.

Well, uh, business, as you know,

is dynamite,

with unlimited customers since the breakup,

and I'm thinking, oh, of a present for ya maybe,

a promotion, Jaffar.

- Hmm, thank you.

(birds chirp) (slow instrumental music)

(speaking foreign language) (tense music)

(howls)

(speaking foreign language) (tense music)

- He's getting away!

Use your guns!

(gun fire)

(tense music) (guns fire)

- Hi, Nick, how ya doing?

(guns fire)

- Stop firing!

You'll live if you get outta here!

(guns fire) (bullets ping)

- They didn't listen, unfortunately.

(guns fire)

- Get outta here and stay alive!

(guns fire)

- [Man] Russian pigs!

Sons of whores!

- Those bastards are insulting my mother.

Stay down!

(guns fire)

(booming)

(guns fire)

(booming)

(rocks clatter)

(booming)

(guns fire) (rocks clatter)

(birds chirp)

(gentle instrumental music)

Whoa! (chuckles)

Here, take this!

(chuckles)

Ooh, yeah!

(chuckles)

Whoa!

Oh! (chuckles)

(yells)

(gentle instrumental music)

Oleg!

Allah is great!

(gentle instrumental music)

- Do you know where Yura is?

- Well, at least I know where Jaffar is.

(tense instrumental music)

(radio chatter in foreign language)

- Driver's license, car registration,

and the documents for the passenger.

(soft chattering in foreign language)

Turn off the engine and get out of the car.

- I have no legs.

In the war they were burned off in a tank.

Where the hell were you then?

- Call your superior, you're unbelievable.

All he does is stop us and talk to us as if we're criminals,

and he dresses sloppily.

- Sorry, we're all exhausted.

We've been on duty since yesterday.

- I'll take--

- As for you, veteran,

I saw you at the market yesterday.

You were dead drunk.

Now then, hmm.

(radio chatter in foreign language)

Now then, Oleg Andreevich,

what do you have in the trunk?

- Nicolai Alexeevich,

the inspector wants to take a look in the trunk.

Go and open it for him.

(radio chatter in foreign language)

- [Nick] Oh, where were you, junior,

when I was burnin' up in that tank?

Okay, okay, I'll open it.

Just hold your horses, it'll take a minute,

as if you've got nothing better to do.

- What's under the cover?

Let's see.

- Okay, okay.

Why don't you pay a little more attention

to where you park your car?

Nobody can get by.

- Edmond!

(radio chatter in foreign language)

Edmond!

(chuckles) Edmond!

- Oleg Alexeevich!

- [Oleg] How are you, friend?

-I am sorry I don't have time to visit.

- [Oleg] What's going on?

- Oh, we're very busy, everything's going on.

Four catastrophes in one day, shootings, corpses.

The border guard, they caught a band of smugglers

on their way across.

It's as bad as a war these days.

- Oh yeah?

- What now?

- Edmond, don't you recognize me?

You're wearing a uniform

again. - Oh, Nick, what a surprise!

(chuckling)

It's good to see.

What have you got in there, a deer?

- No, a pig!

(chuckles)

- We're leaving, we're leaving.

Tell 'em we're clear.

- [Man] Move that car outta the way!

- [Edmond] My next weekend I'll come visit, I swear!

(chattering in foreign language)

- That was a close one.

- Bunch of idiots, they need something to do.

- To them it's just a game.

- Checkers?

- What side are you on?

- I don't get it.

- [Oleg] Are you for the Reds or the Whites?

(tense instrumental music)

- Hmm.

(tense instrumental music)

(sighs) I guess I might say our side.

(tense instrumental music)

(men shout)

There's Jaffar.

- Uh-huh.

- [Man] Get outta here!

- A fine leader.

- Uh-huh.

He works so well with the staff.

(grunts) (men yell)

Get going, Oleg.

(men shout) (tense music)

- Wait.

(tense music) (men shout)

Okay, move out.

(tense instrumental music)

As soon as you're ready, signal.

(tense music) (men yell)

(groans)

(tense music) (men yell)

(electricity sizzles)

(tense music) (men yell)

(sharp smacking)

(tense music) (men yell)

- [Man] Get outta here!

- Anvar!

The boy!

(Yura yells)

- [Anvar] Come here!

(chuckling)

- You understand, huh?

Try it again, and you'll be really beaten.

Anvar, take the boy to the room and watch him.

(men laugh)

All right, come on.

I can take on four of you without trying.

(chuckling) (men yell)

(grunting)

- [Man] Get him, Jaffar!

- The boy,

where is he?

Take me.

Come on.

Hurry up!

(grunting) (men yell)

- I'm friend, don't kill me, ah!

(guns fire)

(men yell)

(explosive booming)

(glass shatters)

(explosive booming)

(guns fire)

(explosive booming)

(tense music) (guns fire)

(gun fires)

(tense music)

(gun fire)

(tense music) (guns fire)

(water splashes)

(tense music) (guns fire)

(grunts) (tense music)

(guns fire) (tense music)

(snapping and crackling)

(booming)

(tense music) (guns fire)

- Yura!

(guns fire) (tense music)

(engine rumbles)

(tense music) (guns fire)

(booming)

- No, don't shoot him.

I want him alive.

(tense music) (guns fire)

(yells) (thuds)

(tense music) (guns fire)

(clattering) (gun fire)

(explosive booming)

(tense music)

(guns fire)

Yura got away.

(guns fire)

- I saw, cover me.

(guns fire)

I'm gonna find him.

- [Nick] You're covered.

- I'll be back.

(guns fire)

It's up to you.

(guns fire) (tense music)

I want this Jaffar of yours alive!

- [Nick] I'll bet.

- And as a last resort, dead!

- Understood.

(guns fire) (tense music)

(booming)

(yelling) (guns fire)

(tense music) (water rushes)

(tense music) (guns fire)

- Papa!

(tense music)

(explosive booming) (guns fire)

(tense music) (guns fire)

- [Nick] Here I am, jerks!

You are firing at our guys!

(guns fire) (tense music)

- Don't shoot, they're ours!

(guns fire) (tense music)

I think I'll lose my mind.

The morons are shooting each other.

(guns fire) (tense music)

(tires squeal) (tense music)

(booming)

(yelling)

(explosive booming) (tense music)

(guns fire) (tense music)

(explosive booming)

(tense music)

(groaning)

(tense instrumental music)

- Oh boy.

(tense instrumental music)

(water rushes) (guns fire)

(booming) (tense music)

- Hold your fire!

It's me, Jaffar!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Men, save your grenades!

(tense music)

Nicolai!

Hey, Nicolai Alexeevich!

Comrade.

Let's, let's take a cigarette break, huh?

- Yes, let's!

(gun fires)

Stay back, drop your guns!

Go on!

Or I'm gonna kill him!

(fire crackles)

Throw down your guns

and your cigarette.

(booming)

You have my resume, I have yours.

Jaffar Masonovich, born in '37.

Nationality jackal.

(spits) (booming)

I mined the field.

- Hold still!

Nicolai, there's nothing here you want.

We're both gonna get hurt.

Just let me go.

- No. - You've no reason not to.

There's nothing in this for you.

We'll both walk away clean.

- Are you a checker player?

Are you the red or the black?

- What?

- What side are you on?

(laughs)

Stand still!

(chuckles) (tense music)

- You saw too many movies.

Forget it, Nicolai.

Forget all the propaganda you've heard.

We have no reds or blacks.

We're all Soviets.

- Yeah?

How do you keep order in the country?

What do you use, your mafia?

- To say mafia is blight.

We don't call it that any longer.

It's called some other thing,

so as not to offend the government.

(groans)

- Stay back!

You were told to stay right there!

- [Man] Okay, okay.

- At sunset all birds,

all birds look black.

(tense music)

Democrats, party rats, philosophers,

degenerates,

(tense music)

We're all one, we're all the same, Nicolai.

Some may be undercover,

yet they hold a gun!

You and I, the same under the skin with the same goal,

to sell at the marketplace, all of us.

You ask me if I'm red or black.

Doesn't the same answer apply to you?

- I don't know.

Not right now.

- Let me go.

- Your men won't let me go.

Order them to drop their guns and lie down.

Go ahead.

No?

Let's go, move.

Tell 'em to lie down!

If they don't, they'll all get killed.

It's on your head.

You won't?

(gun fires)

Stay back!

They're going to be trapped,

and everyone of 'em will be killed!

Go on!

(explosive booming)

(guns fire)

(booming)

(fire crackles)

(guns fire)

(engine rumbles)

- Clear out!

Let's get out of here.

You won't find him.

- The fire's all around us.

- Use the bulldozer.

(clattering)

(explosive booming)

(glass shatters)

(gun fires)

(tires squeal)

- Yura!

Don't shoot, it's me!

- [Yura] Stop!

(gun fires)

- Yura, don't be crazy, it's me!

- Stay there! Who is me?

- Can't you see?

Look, it's Papa.

Yes, Papa, just take a look at me carefully.

Put down your gun.

- Papa?

(gentle rhythmic music)

Papa!

Papa!

- Yura,

son.

- [Yura] How come?

- My boy.

- How come you left me?

I thought, I thought you didn't care any more.

- It's all right.

(gentle rhythmic music)

I'm here, it's all right, son.

(booming) (gentle rhythmic music)

Those men are all gonna get killed.

- [Yura] Who?

- All those who are still alive.

Now listen, I'm giving you orders.

Walk north about four kilometers.

Walk, and you'll find a border post there.

Say you're lost, okay?

Good.

Carry on.

Go.

(gentle rhythmic music)

(sighs) Kids grow up.

Get up here.

(gentle rhythmic music)

- [Yura] Papa, is Nick okay?

- What kind of nicknames do I hear these days, Nick?

Jack?

Ted?

He's Nicolai, got it?

Okay?

- Uh-huh.

(gentle rhythmic music)

Papa, who is this Jaffar?

- By all indications,

a gangster, I'd say.

But maybe he's a man carrying out some international duty.

These days everything in the world seems upside down.

(gentle rhythmic music)

Ah.

I think we picked up the stink in the jackal's trail.

(gentle rhythmic music)

(helicopters whir) (gentle rhythmic music)

You go to the radio dispatcher.

If we're lucky that anyone's on duty,

tell 'em to alert the border

that the helicopters are being hijacked.

- Papa, I'm staying with you.

- It's an order, son.

(tense instrumental music)

(guns fire)

(explosive booming) (tense music)

There's your Nick arriving.

Now, listen,

if within two minutes

that helicopter there doesn't take off,

I want you to get away from here, okay?

- Okay.

(gentle rhythmic music)

(tense music) (dog barks)

(radio chatter)

- [Man On Radio] Visibility 25 miles.

(radio chatter)

(guns fire) (tense music)

- [Jaffar] Let's go, go, go!

(tense music) (helicopter whirs)

- [Oleg] Get out, out.

- Don't shoot.

- Get outta there and hit the dirt.

(helicopter whirs) (tense music)

Lie down.

(helicopter whirs) (tense music)

Move it, let's go!

(gun fire) (tense music)

- Go!

(tense music) (guns fire)

Go on!

(helicopter whirs) (tense music)

(booming)

My life's in the hands of a maniac!

When'd you last fly one of these?

(explosive booming)

Hold it steady!

(tense music) (helicopter whirs)

There he is.

He's getting away, Commander.

- His chopper's faster.

He's gonna escape this time.

(tense music)

- Ah, he's headed southeast.

- Come in, ground control.

Can you read me?

- I don't know we can still,

he's already out of range. - Can you read me?

- Jaffar, Jaffar, listen to this.

Jaffar.

- I don't have the coordinates.

We're in pursuit to your south,

about 10 kilometers north of the border.

Do you copy?

(tense music)

Course...

South by east.

184 out.

(tense rhythmic music)

- Wake up, you idiot.

There they are, fly higher.

- You fly it if you think I'm an idiot.

I saw them.

- Get over them, higher.

(tense rhythmic music) (helicopter whirs)

- Where the hell is he?

(helicopter whirs) (tense music)

He's waiting.

(tense rhythmic music) (helicopter whirs)

- You see them?

Higher, higher, get up higher.

(tense music) (helicopter whirs)

(guns fire) (tense music)

- The lucky son of a bitch, I can't knock him down.

I got only one of these left.

(tense music)

- Last one.

(tense music) (helicopter whirs)

- I have an idea.

I'll set you on the ground.

A little trap.

Okay, hang on.

(tense music) (helicopter whirs)

Get ready to jump.

- I'm ready.

(tense music)

- I'll get him in front of you.

Stand with your back to the sun.

(tense music) (helicopter whirs)

- That spot there, take us down.

(helicopter whirs)

- That's Yura!

(helicopter whirs)

- Come on, get behind the hill!

Lower us quick!

- Okay, okay.

They're crazy, Jaffar, let's beat it while we can.

- Shut up, shut up!

(helicopter whirs)

What's that car there?

Take the chopper down, go for it.

(helicopter whirs)

- Damn it.

Bastard.

(helicopter whirs)

- Yura!

Get away from here!

Get out of here!

Get going!

- [Yura] I brought some ammunition!

- Go hide in the hills, take cover!

Go and hide!

Hide!

(helicopter whirs)

- I brought you a weapon

and ammo!

(helicopter whirs)

(guns fire)

(helicopter whirs)

- Let's take him out!

(engine revs)

(helicopter whirs)

(guns bang)

(helicopter whirs)

(engine revs)

(helicopter whirs)

(gun fires)

(helicopter whirs)

- Come on.

Heading in the right direction.

- [Pilot] Get ready, Jaffar.

- If we have to, we'll ram the bastard.

(helicopter whirs)

- This way, this way, come on!

(helicopter whirs)

- Hard left turn.

Now up, give me a clear shot.

(helicopter whirs)

(gun fires)

(helicopter whirs) (gun fires)

(tense rhythmic music)

He's on fire!

(tense instrumental music)

- Come down.

(suspenseful music) (helicopter whirs)

(clicking)

(helicopter whirs) (tense music)

(crashing)

- Papa!

(crashing and booming)

(helicopter whirs)

(helicopter whirs)

(deep booming)

(liquid trickles)

Papa!

Papa!

(crying)

Papa!

Papa, Papal!

Papa!

(crying) (solemn music)

Papa.

(crying)

Papa!

- Get away, Yural

Get back! - Papa.

- This thing could blow up any second.

- Papa.

- Get away!

Get outta here.

(grunts) (Yura cries)

- [Yura] Papa.

- Oleg?

Oleg?

Are you alive?

(crying)

Quiet!

Oleg?

(groans)

I'll get you out.

(groans) (Yura cries)

That was a hell of a place to take a nap.

(groans)

- Yura,

come over here.

It was a stupid move you made.

You drove right into the middle of a fight,

right into the line of fire.

Were you having fun just driving around?

You should've known better.

You're a lucky boy.

People died because of such dumb moves.

You need training.

(groans)

- I wasn't driving around!

I knew what I was doing.

(crying) I wasn't just driving, it's the truth, I swear!

- Be quiet.

I don't like lies.

Get outta here.

- I'm not lying!

I wasn't just driving.

- Then tell me what you were doing.

- I tried to make them come after me,

so that he'd leave you alone.

(crying) It was a trick.

He wouldn't be after you, if he was distracted.

(crying)

I tried.

(crying)

He was going to get you if he wasn't distracted.

His chopper was faster than yours.

You wouldn't have gotten away.

I'm sorry.

And besides,

I found ammunition for your gun.

Talk to Papa, he won't listen to me.

I wasn't being dumb like he says.

I was trying to help.

- What were you doing?

- It was a trick.

I was afraid he'd shoot you down,

so I was trying to distract him.

- Wait a minute.

(crying)

You were distracting him?

(gentle music)

Oleg, he was distracting Jaffar.

- You were, huh?

- To help you.

(laughs)

- Helping!

He helped us!

Your son was working as a part of our team.

He was driving around distracting Jaffar.

Your son deserves a medal!

(laughs) (gentle music)

- Help us?

You really did help us.

(gentle instrumental music)

(groovy rhythmic music)