All language subtitles for Revenge.1989.1080p.BluRay.x264-SUMMERX. engl

SHAKEN AIMANOV
KAZAKHFILM STUDIO

ALEM PRODUCTIONS

ALEKSANDR PAN

VALENTINA TYO

KASYM ZHAKIBAYEV

LYUBOV GERMANOVA

OLEG LI

JUOZAS BUDRAITIS

ZINAIDA EM

IN

REVENGE

PROLOGUE

Why does it always crawl

in that direction?

In that direction, sire, lies the sea
from which it was brought to us.

If even a lowly creature
like the tortoise...

has an aim...

what then of man?

To what must
his highest aspiration be directed?

The insignificant men of this earth
must have but one aspiration:

To loyally serve His Majesty.

Is the heir to the throne
perhaps training for battle?

Who is that child
fighting with the prince?

I will send him away at once, sire.

No.

Let them fight.

We'll watch from here.

Shame on you.

Minister of the Army!

Who is the mightiest warrior
in the kingdom?

Chon Guk, Your Majesty...

Head of the Palace Guards.

Bring him here now.

Here I am, Your Majesty.

I hereby issue a royal decree:

"The Head of the Guards
is relieved of his duties.

I appoint him

mentor to the heir apparent.

The mentor...

must ensure...

that by the age of 20,

the prince has become
the strongest warrior in the kingdom.

To that end, he may do
whatever he deems necessary.

Hence he will not be held
accountable for the prince's life.

However, if in the allotted time

my will has not been fulfilled...

the mentor to the heir apparent
will be put to death."

Chancellor.

Enter this decree
into the royal register.

The late Chon Guk certainly
fulfilled his duty, and I'm grateful...

though the devil himself
would not have endured

the ordeals the old man
put me through.

It's a miracle I didn't starve
or freeze to death.

But now I'm invincible!

Listen, you are
my most beloved friend.

I so love listening to your verses,
my dear poet.

For my skill as a warrior
I am indebted to you alone.

Majesty, the executioners
are here as you ordered.

Let them begin.

Why is that man to be executed?

As a loyal soldier,
he dueled with the king,

but he withheld his full force.

Sire, why don't you
grant him clemency?

When he knocked down Your Majesty,
he did not deliver the final blow.

He acted as a subject
who sincerely loves his lord.

They say you could have killed me.

If you wish to vie with me again,
so be it.

No, sire.

I prefer to die like this.

Beat him to death.
That is his will.

Let us bother no further
with this minor matter.

Let the king's beloved friend
recite some poems,

and we will listen.

Poems are not born from the din
of an execution, my lord.

Then I'll send them away.

You there, go away from here!

Music!

What is it?

What else does my poet need?

Only an act of justice,
Your Majesty.

Injustice is not fertile soil
for poetry.

I have seen for some time
that my dearest friend is unhappy.

What troubles our exalted poet?

Sire, allow me
to leave the palace.

Why?

My lord, my inspiration
is sapped by your strength.

Set it free
so that it does not perish.

In the name of our friendship,
which has brought me great joy...

I beg of you.

Let it be so. You may go.

You may leave
this very minute, if you wish.

But from this day on,
you will never see me again.

I wish to depart

as a nothing
remembering nothing...

to become once again
the nothing that means nothing...

as I was before my birth.

I will soon reach my aim...

and I will happily go,
never looking back.

My soul will regret nothing.

My verses serve
no purpose in this world.

In vain have they seen
the light of day.

Utterly in vain.

So why do we poets
busy ourselves among men

with our unattainable dreams?

"Books were printed in Korea
200 years before Gutenberg.

Some of the world's first professional
poets appeared in that land."

TALE 1 - YAN

A SMALL KOREAN VILLAGE IN 1915

Hey, open up!

Open up!

Here.

Master Yan,
you must go elsewhere.

We will feed you no longer.

I went into town.
I had to buy clothes.

That's no business of ours.

It's cold.
Let me in for the night.

I'll go elsewhere tomorrow.

No, you'll leave this very night.

Call Tsai.

I want to speak
to the master of the house.

It is he who doesn't
want you here. Now go.

Quick, get inside.

"Mu."

Silence!
Quiet, all of you!

Repeat after me: "meh."

Silence!
I'm fed up with teaching you.

You're all a bunch of dunces!

"Ma."

Silence!

Read and repeat.

You, Tsai's daughter!
Useless, just like the others.

An only child - it figures!
What are you doing?

Your father forbade me
to punish you, but -

They killed my daughter!

They killed my little girl!

Stop!

"Yan was seen that day aboard a junk
headed for the Chinese coast."

TALE 2 - TSAI

An unspeakable crime
has occurred.

After such a crime...

We must have revenge...

or the sky will turn on us
like vile beasts

not worthy of existing.

Will you take over my land
for ten years, Mr. Gu?

You can have half the harvest.

In ten years you'll earn
three times what I'm asking now.

Very well.

I'll do as you ask,
but on one condition:

I will take your land
for 11 years, not 10.

And I will give you
half the sum in bonds,

which you can cash in China,

for it seems
that's where you're headed.

I set out for China
in search of Yan.

China is a vast land.

It's not easy to find
a solitary individual there.

For many years
I traveled from town to town,

until I heard that Yan might be
in the secret silver mines.

And so I picked up his trail.

I had chased him for too long
all over China...

to take my revenge in haste.

After all, I'd waited ten years
for this moment.

Leave here.
This is no place for women.

Forgive me. Would you have
any shoes to give me?

Mine fell apart on the road.
I've come a long way.

That woman
who appeared from nowhere...

prevented me from concentrating.

I needed to be thinking clearly
to exact my revenge.

I will wash your feet
and bandage your wounds.

Thank you, brother.

Take these.

They're mine.
They'll serve you well.

Thank you.

Sir, you will be unable
to carry out your plan.

I've become weak.

But I must take his life.

Man must not kill man.

Sir, please come with me.

I will save your life.

You have defeated me...

but your meddling
will prove to be in vain.

Why have you come home
if you failed to get revenge?

You must take
a young concubine.

We'll find you...

a peasant girl or a young widow.

Let her give you a son.

Are you listening?

Do you hear me?

"Soon thereafter
Tsai took a young concubine,

the mute daughter
of a poor widow."

TALE 3 - THE MUTE ONE

It's not yet dark,
but she's already sleepy.

My mute little girl
goes to bed with the chickens

and rises before everyone else.

And when she sleeps,
there's no waking her.

There are
a lot more hedgehogs now.

They make
a sound like a hare...

or a duckling.

Who'd ever have imagined?

Don't get upset with her.

She's simple-minded.

Like a child,
she doesn't understand.

But she spares no effort
in her work.

And she will surely
give you a son.

Sungu...

have you written
some new verses?

Yes, sir.

Answer me this:

If you had never
come across a white lily...

and you suddenly
saw one in a pond,

would it mean...

the lily did not exist
before that moment?

No, it existed before.

And if you composed
a wonderful poem...

that no one before you
had ever thought of...

would it mean
that it did not previously exist?

Answer me this:

Do poems live
their own independent lives,

like different flowers,

butterflies...

waterfalls, or towering trees?

Or for a new poem to be born,

is an extraordinary person
required?

Yes, sir.

Then look after yourself, my boy.

For through you
the world is destined

to receive unique poems...

and your name
will earn great honor.

Sungu, does your mother
miss you already?

She begins missing me
the moment she brings me here.

Perhaps she's cold
and wishes to warm up here inside?

No, sir.

My mother isn't afraid of the cold.

She just misses me.

That I know for certain.

Look.

Go and call your son.

My son...

you came into this world
for just one reason: Revenge.

Until justice is done to us,

you will not take a wife

or have children

or feel joy or sorrow.

You must avenge us...

or else you will not
have fulfilled your destiny.

Do you promise me,
while there is still life within me...

that you will do this?

Yes, Father.

"A year had passed
since Tsai's death.

Revenge had already waited
a quarter century."

Hey, wise Taoist monk!
Tell me something:

Is this still
the eminent Tsai's house?

Yes, this is Tsai's house.

Then go and call
someone from the family.

You can speak with me.

I am his son.

His son?

How can that be?

Tsai has a son?

Yes.

I am his second wife's child.

My mother is the mute one.

I see.

Yan!

What are you shouting about,
old tigress?

Go call your husband.
I've come of my own free will.

It's been 25 years.

All my life I've prayed to God,

but you're still alive!

Why?

I heard that your husband died!

Sungu, take a close look.
Remember that face.

That's the man
you must take revenge on!

Kill him with your sickle.

You must cut him to pieces

just as he cut down
my daughter.

"Many years earlier,
when she was still a young girl,

a wandering monk arrived
at her family's door."

TALE 4 - THE MONK

There's no one home.

They've all gone to the sea.
The fish have come in.

May I spend the night
on the cart in your yard?

Certainly.

Come with me if you like.

I will lead you
to my master's mountain.

He will cure you.

What about my family?

They're destined to lose you anyway.

You will die soon.

You have no time to lose.

If you come with me, you will live.

But know that your life

will not be yours to do with
as you please.

You will have to serve others.

What's more...

you will have to choose
the worst of men

and become his wife.

This will be the master's will.

Did you hear that?
He has a son.

A son!

He's little now, but he will grow.

He'll grow in strength
as I grow old and weak.

They won't get revenge on you.
You can live in peace.

- How do you know?
- I know.

You know nothing, stupid woman!
Straw for brains!

You think you know everything.

You cure others
yet ask for no money.

What good are you to me?

If you could at least
give me a son!

- We will have no children.
- So you know that too!

We'll bring no children
into this world,

so none will die either,

and I will atone for your sins.

I know everything
about this world.

I know every bird,
every river, every mountain.

What utter nonsense!
You half-wit!

You're a millstone
around my neck.

- I was sent to you.
- Who sent you?

Those who live in hiding
and rule from afar.

Those who until now
have kept us all from perishing.

"Another ten years passed..."

In this world, where each
is given a painful death,

I dare to act on God's behalf.

People regard me
as a gatekeeper

at the threshold
of another world,

which they will enter after death.

But I am alone on this road,

and I have never met God.

Do you recognize me?

Yes, Venerable Master.

Sungu, do you still
write poetry as before?

No.

I no longer know how.

I've forgotten all that.

"Man is like a reed flute
on which someone plays a melody."

The poems you composed
as a child speak of this.

There is no truth to be found
hidden in the word "I."

There is, Venerable Master.

I am here. You are here.

We are...

two passing illusions...

two dreams
that no one will remember.

Yet here we stand,
Venerable Master,

our heads soaked in the rain.

It is not two heads
that are soaked, my son...

but two uncertain existences

wandering
their phantom-like paths

halfway between
the Yin and the Yang.

And what path is given
to those who die as children?

To the leaves that fall
when summer begins?

To the little mice that
accidentally drown in a pail?

For them, my son...

there was no path.

They set out on their way
one morning...

when sleep suddenly
caught them unawares,

and as they slept...

the waters that lap against
the kingdom of earthly life

pushed them back
to the start of the eternal cycle.

A different path has been
reserved for you and me -

the path of a poet...

and that of a wandering monk.

And if a child's head is cut off,

what divine laws
should we ponder then?

Only revenge is left.
That is the only law.

"Sungu found work in Sakhalin

and left Korea with his mother
in early August of 1945."

TALE 5 - ELZA THE ROMANIAN

Lyoshka, enough working!

I already finished.

Where are you going, Tall Mute?

Grab the oars -

Hey, Tall Mute!

Grab the oars
and bring the boat ashore.

A CHORUS OF COMMANDERS

What's with him?

He caught it across the river.

With a net, most likely.

In Korea they give you a goose
when you get married.

For the engagement
or the wedding?

Take it
so you can get married.

- Are you going to the club tonight?
- Yes.

What about you?

No.

But you go.

Lyuba will be waiting for you.

She wasn't there last night.

I went by her place.

She'd been sitting
in the same place for hours...

All she said was, "Hi, Lyoshka."

You should marry her.

I'm not opposed to the idea.

Hey, you.

Me?

Tell me, my friend:

You work at the sawmill?

Elza!

Just a minute.

My friend,
can you get me some lath?

Do me a favor and bring me
some lath from the mill.

Can you do that?

Today?

Whenever you like.

I'm building a house.

I have to plaster it,
but it's impossible to find lath.

I know how to plaster.

I can tile a roof too...

and whitewash and paint.

All right, my friend.

It's a deal.

The job is yours.

In exchange
I'll let you eat here for free.

No need for that.

You don't want to?

Then what do you want?

Nothing.

I'll come by tomorrow after work.

Coming.

Where did you learn
to do all that?

You can do everything,
my friend.

I'm a worker.

So am I.

Let's go celebrate
the new house.

It doesn't matter
that you're not Russian.

Neither am I.

My friend, if you only knew...

the things I've been through.

I've been so many places.

I'm Romanian, you know?

I have no one here.

I'm all alone in the world.

My brother lived in Gomel.

He played in an orchestra.
He took to the bottle.

I've been to Harbin...

Korea...

Canada.

Now I've decided to stay here.

Enough traveling.

I'm not budging from here.

I'm tired of roaming the world.

I'm not that young anymore.

I'd like to have children.

Otherwise
what's the point of living?

"He fell ill with the same disease
that his father had died from..."

TALE 6 - REVENGE

Mom.

Will you sing a song?
Please, Mom.

- You can't sing here.
- Why not?

Please.

Don't blame me, my friend

If I love him so much

Believe me, it pains me

To live without him

And I don't know...

Mother, forgive me.

I know living here
was dreadful for you.

Perhaps you knew you'd die here.

Plead with my father's soul
on my behalf...

so he won't be angry with me.

Tell him I haven't forgotten
my duty. Not at all.

The man I must take revenge on
lives near here.

I'm headed there now.

Passengers debarking here,
step lively.

We'll stop for just one minute.

Look, empty seats!
Let's sit there.

Let's go by the window.

Look.

Father.

You won't find him without me.
I'll help you.

Do you know
where Master Yan lives?

Yes. In that house.

You're already there.

You look like my sister.

Yes, it's me.

How can that be?

Go inside.

This is where he lives.

I've seen this handsome young man
somewhere before.

I am Tsai Sungu.

Where is the murderer?
Let Yan come forward.

Tsai Sungu.

Don't be scared.
There's no reason to fear.

An apple...

the grass...

An apple fell in the grass,
Grandmother.

Who laid me down here?

I must really be sick, Mother.

That's me lying there,
still in my swaddling clothes.

I'm hungry. I start to cry.

But Mother can't hear me.

I cry in vain.

Did you understand
what I wrote?

Can't you read?

I wrote...
"The snow falls from the sky

and settles on the earth.

So who does it belong to,
the earth or the sky?"

Did you like my poem?

Thank you for giving me my son.

Henceforth he will be your son too.

Tsai Sungu...

I've waited a long time for you.

I knew that you would fall ill...

and that I alone in the world

would be able to cure you.

But I would not have
been able to lift you up

if your defiance of death
had not helped me.

If a sick man
resigns himself to death...

he bows his head before death.

Then it's impossible
to put a hand under his neck

when you want
to raise him up from the pillow.

But it was always easy
to put a hand under your neck.

When you arrived...

with your sickle in hand...

I thought...

"The avenger has come

that Yan waited for in fear
all his life."

But Yan is dead now too.

He died a year ago.

He vanished from the earth
as if he'd never existed.

How can that be?

He took to the bottle out of fear.

Last year, toward autumn...

when strong gales
blew in from the sea,

that's when he met his end.

You little brats,
leave me alone!

TALE 7 - THE HOUSE

Allow me to be your son.

IRON KILLED THE OLD WOMAN

What does this mean?

AND SO REVENGE CAME TO PASS

Tell me, Chen, my sister...

why does the sky
give us children?

For heaven's happiness,
I imagine, sister.

You're mistaken.

Children are given us

to further entangle us
in the nets of destiny.

No.

It's so that love
may flourish on earth.

Love...

Somehow I'd forgotten about that.

Like you and I...

Iove took off its shoes
and fled to the hills.

That's where
our love is now, sister.

Do you know, my sister,

what I feared most in all my life?

What, sister?

The sea.

That's right. The sea.

More than anything...

I feared that one day
I'd drown in the sea.

With good reason they called me

the "bride of the sea."

What are you doing, sister?

I'm tired of everything.

I'm going to leave this place.

Where will you go?

Anywhere.

On a steamship.

I'm not afraid of anything now.

Come along, my sister,
if you like.

What would I do here without you?
I'll go too.

Look.

The birds are flying
out of the fire.

See? They didn't get burned.

It's only the red of the dawn sky.

Screenplay by
ANATOLI KIM

MAKSIM MUNZUK

YERIK ZHOLZHAKSYNOV

Directed by
ERMEK SHINARBAEV

Cinematography by
SERGEl KOSMANEV

Production Design by
YELENA YELISEYEVA

Music by
VLADISLAV SHUT

Sound by
GULSARA MUKATAEVA

Edited by
POLINA STEIN

PRODUCED
FOR GOSKINO USSR