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THIS FILM CONTAINS SMOKING SCENES AND CONSUMPTION OF ALCOHOL

REMEMBER THAT EXCESSIVE DRINKING AND SMOKING IS BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH

Translation by Kukazumba. Copyright reserved

-No-no-no, it's almost lunch break!

-I'll be quick. Do you have womens hats?

-For you - no. Get out, we're on break.

-Maybe there's one like from that movie?

Where a drunk guy goes to Leningrad.

-Over there. Fox. 40 rubles.

-What if I give you a new mesh-cap? And 16 rubles on top. Can we swap?

-Show me what you got.

-My dad was paid with these, He works at a helicopter plant.

Now we don't know what to do with them. -Milyausha, come have a look!

-It's him! You, stop!

(Yuriy Shatunov - "Rozoviy Vecher")

-Son of a bitch!

(in Russian English) -How do you do, Marat?

-I'm fine, thank you. And what about you, Flyura Gabdulovna?

-I'm fine too!

BOY'S WORD: BLOOD ON ASPHALT. EPISODE 3.

(voices in the room)

(door clicks) -She's here, guys.

-Who's there?

-The Boys.

-Afternoon, Svetlana Mikhailovna. (everyone) -Good afternoon!

-Hello, boys. -Sorry that we came uninvited.

The thing is, Andrei told us

about a tragical incident including the loss of a hat.

The Boys and I found the villain. He's already repented.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the hat anymore.

To make amends he went to the store and bought another one.

And we brought it to you to maintain order in the hood.

-You shouldn't have, boys!

(sobs) Oh...

Thank you very much.

(cries)

Thanks, boys. Thank you, Andrei.

-It was all the Boys, mom.

-It's time to go. Thank you for your hospitality. Andrei, get better soon.

-Boys, won't you even stay for tea? -Thanks, but we really gotta go.

-Please stay for just half an hour, boys!

You're always welcome in this house!

Come visit us for sure!

Drop in after school!

-Can I go too, with the Boys?

-Go, but not for too long, okay?

Son...

How good your friends are!

(cries)

Very good ones.

(Children's audio play recording)

-Chief speaks! -Listening!

-What's going on there?

Report, where's the cargo?

-Chief! Chief! We're lost!

-The cargo was almost ours! But this fool Fuchs didn't give it to us.

-Stop the panic.

Follow after the cargo.

I command you to start Plan X.

-Yes! -Yes, sir!

(recording stops)

-Hi, dad.

-What are you going to do with yourself?

You can't keep lying there all days long.

I can take you to my office, or you can go back to University.

-No, not now.

-Why not now?

Vova,

you're an intelligent young man.

What are all those tattooes? What's this criminal romance?

In my time only riffraff had those. -You don't understand, dad.

In Afghanistan this is very serious.

-And what does it mean -

"DRA"?

-Democratic republic of Afghanistan.

Without us they'll all die there.

Everyone who we helped.

(turns on the volume) -Yacht "Black Cuttlefish"!

Stakes are raised.

(cartoon music)

-Hello, chief!

-Listening.

-It's alright! We got the cargo!

-...It's 'cause he's a cop. -Yeah.

This Ildar, he was alone? -Yes.

-Guys... -Woah!

-What hapenned? -Guys, have you seen Yeralash by any chance?

-Who gave you that? -No? Fuck!

We were attacked. By a whole crowd.

Didn't see who. I passed out.

Then I woke up and Yeralash wasn't there. -Where? We'll catch 'em.

-No, I think it was yesterday. I'm still out of it.

We were going to the disco. And they jumped out of the dark - boom, bam!

I don't remember anything, I got inside a building to warm up and passed out.

-Who was it, did you see? -Not a clue. Thought it was ours.

We cried: "Boys, Boys!" Around 15 people.

Couldn't see a fucking face.

And then I came down on them.

So where's Yeralash, guys?

-Marat, run to Yeralash to check up.

-Head's buzzing. -Let's go fix you.

-Hurry up.

-Hello! -Hello, Marat.

-Is Yeralash home? -Who?

-I mean, Misha. -Oh, Misha's bad.

I'm going to the hospital.

-Hospital? What happened?

-I don't know. I've been calling everywhere all night and all day,

and found him in the hospital.

Maybe he got beaten again? By you? -Of course not, we're friends.

We'll go with you to help.

-Let me just take some soup.

He must be so hungry.

-Hello! -Visiting time's over.

What's this crowd? -We're here to see Tilkin.

You asked for his grandmother to come.

-Your woman called. Misha Tilkin, 14 years old.

-Tilkin?

Tilkin...

Ugh... You're his grandmother, yes? -Yes.

-You'll be shown in right now.

Aleksei!

-I can't walk that fast.

Wait. Oh, oh... He must be hungry.

-Wait here. They've come already.

-Who's come? -The police.

-Where's Misha? -Wait a minute.

-Let's take a seat.

(MORGUE)

-Fuck. -Shut your mouth.

-Oof, how many people.

You're a relative? What's your name?

-Mine? Polina Fillipovna. -Grandmother.

-Good evening. I'm Ildar Yunusovich. Senior Commissioner to the DIA of Kazan.

-What DIA? Who? -Come with me.

-The jar, the soup!

-Don't worry I'll keep it -I'll take it myself.

-You sure you didn't see them?

-I'm telling you. There was a flash - and I passed out.

My body is still aching bad.

Seems that I knew them.

But where I've seen them - dunno.

I came down on them fast.

-I see.

(grandmother's desperate cry)

(grandmother's cry)

-Step away!

Here, get some fresh air.

(grandmother cries)

-How did this happen?

-Better you tell me.

(cries) -My Misha...

-Come with me.

-Hey, why him alone?

We came here all together.

Speak to us all.

Here.

-I'll certainly question you.

(spits)

Each of you.

But separately.

This isn't a school gathering for you.

I won't do anything to him.

(grandmother's cry)

The Boy's word.

(wails)

What?

Come here, he won't bite.

Did you know him?

He was 14, just like you.

He was killed at a bus stop for nothing.

Not for money, of course. He had none.

He was just waiting for the bus.

Lived with a grandma.

Almost an orphan.

Even animals don't do such things, unlike you guys...

It even might've been your Boys -It wasn't ours.

-Whose then?

-Don't know.

-Where was he going?

Who was he with?

-He was alone. -Look me in the eyes.

-You say he was found at the bus stop? -I'm not here to report you.

-Let's go, we need to go.

We can't stay here till morning. -No, I won't go...

-Tell me again, where did they attack you?

-Well, I came down, and then in the building.

-Where exactly? -Why are you asking that?

What are you a fucking prosecutor, why ask me such crap?

I've already said everything. -Why are you nervous then?

-Guys, it was in Silkino,

in an alley, like I said.

I was already inside when I came to my senses.

-The body was found at a bus stop.

-Well... Yes, at the bus stop.

It's right around the corner. I've told you.

Not far from Ginger's house.

They approached, and I came down.

-There's lots of steet lights, no?

-And you didn't recognize anyone?

-Well, maybe. There was one.

In a "rooster" hat. And a green Alaska jacket.

His muzzle was familiar. Maybe he was from "Razyezd"?

-You're sure? -Would I lie to you?

I swear it was "Razyezd".

-We'll go to Vova Adidas. He'll decide.

(Graffiti sign of "Razyezd" gang)

(laughter)

-Hey!

Why're you staring?

-Are you fucking immortal?

-"Razyezd" are chushpans!

(energetic music)

Vova! Vova!

(Mirazh - "Noviy Geroy")

-Down, bitch!

-It's him, bitch!

For Yeralash!

Eat it, eat it!

-Hey, enough!

Retreat, guys!

-I come out in front of the whole mob. And I'm like: "Razyezd" are chushpans!"

They were like dogs let off their chain.

I'm running away like it's the Olympics, and think to myself: "Fuck, what if I don't make it!"

And here y'all go like: bam!

(everybody) -Ba-a-am!

-We should've kicked all of them to death. Why not?

Everyone deserved it for Yeralash.

-Kicking is against the Boys' Code.

-Vova, while you were at war, a lot has changed.

-Yeah, they beat you no matter what. Even if you're with your mother or a girl.

-Then they're not the Boys.

They're scum.

A real Boy should respect his opponent.

-Right!

-Why did you come to this decision? Just like that?

-I had reasons.

Bring me that kid,

who knows what hapenned to Yeralash.

These are the Elders from "Razyezd".

-Sup. -So tell us, please,

who ended Yeralash?

-I've told you already.

The one wearing a "rooster" hat.

-Fox?

-Yes, Fox. I don't know his name. So, I guess it's Fox?

-Guys, it's not good. What're you doing?

We were at the disco together, when your guy was beaten.

Fox ordered a song then, remember?

-Yes, true.

-So what? It turns out you attacked us for nothing.

Is this normal?

-The one... in a "rooster"...

Maybe it wasn't Fox.

-Okay.

We'll figure it out. Keep in touch.

And if we're wrong, we'll recognize it.

So let's talk?

Come here.

If you are not fucking sure,

why confuse the respectable people? Mm?

-It's not on purpose. -Really?

You slandered an innocent person.

We went against other Boys.

We commited a crime against our neighbors.

Their Boys came, we talked.

Very seriously.

Due to who do you think?

-Due to me... it turns out. -Uh-huh.

-I'm just...

I couldn't really see anything.

It was super dark, couldn't see a face

-D'you know Tolya? -Of course.

-Did you know he was behind the wheel of the bus that night?

He came here today.

Cried.

He was glad he'd rescued at least one guy.

He had saved him.

He didn't even know they were jumping our guy.

Why are you trembling? Relax. No enemies here.

Look, let's do this?

Now you tell us how it really was.

But only the truth, get it?

A Boy to a Boy.

-Yes. Yes.

We were waiting for a bus at the bus stop.

The bus came.

I thought Yeralash was right behind me to hop on. But the door shut.

-Uh-huh, okay it shut.

-I'd have helped, but he wouldn't open it.

And the bus left. And Yeralash stayed outside.

I got off at the next bus stop,

ran to Yeralash, but it was too late.

-So you didn't see Fox there?

-I couldn't see anything.

I saw them out of the window and...

-I see, I see.

You understand what's gonna happen now, don't you?

Look how things are turning out.

If you were us,

what would you do

to such a guy like you?

-I would beat him.

-Wrong.

You think after what hapenned

you'd just get hit in the "plywood" as if you were caught smoking?

This is how you see the situation?

-I'm not afraid of pain. Beat me, guys.

It'll be fair.

-Fair? So some scum have killed

our dude from "Universam",

and you pissed your pants and ran away.

Now Yeralash will be lying cold in a grave

and a beating would be fair?

Have we ever been unfair?

-No, we're always fair.

-So why are you trembling now? It's alright. It's okay.

Your conclusion?

-Sorry, guys.

-Boys don't apologize.

(Kirill) -It was him who called.

"Guys, we're here!"

And I was already in the bus.

And the rat bus-driver wouldn't let me...

Adidas!

You understand, right?

-To you I'm Vladimir Kirillovich, chushpan.

(Agiel - "Piyala")

-Guys, don't.

Don't, please, don't!

Guys, don't!

It won't happen again!

-Enough!

Kirill didn't behave like a Boy

so we sewed him out as a chushpan.

Tell others that he's not with us anymore.

So that nobody shakes hands with him anymore. Is it clear?

(spits)

-Why're you standing here? Go.

(grandmother's cry)

-Chief, this is for the transfer and for the grave. From the Street.

Don't give it to the gran, she's too upset now. Pay it to everyone.

We'll ask from you later.

-We'll stomp them all into the ground.

-Boys, let's give a word that we won't forget Yeralash.

-Boy's word. -Boy's word.

-Boy's word. -Boy's word.

(everybody) -Boy's word.

-Why're you not in school? -It was the funeral today.

They cancelled classes. -I'll check it. Go to the kitchen.

Yesterday you came back God knows when, today they "cancelled" classes.

Don't worry, I've already called the military school.

They're quick to fix ones like you.

My friends son was also a gangster.

She took him to the military school. He became meek in no time.

-Take it easy, Sveta. I also spent nights away from home,

and grew up to be a normal man.

Sveta.

-Eat and go to music school. You must've forgotten your notes already.

-We've started on the wrong note.

I was wrong, I recognize that.

I was mad. Took it out on you, but it was wrong.

But you also must understand, I asked you as a human.

Not only did you deny it, but you also played a joke, trickster.

You reduced me to that. Don't hold a grudge against me, okay?

If anything, I'm sorry.

-Boys don't apologize.

-Yes, sure.

Anyway, I love your mother.

I do.

Maybe soon everything will change. Maybe we'll become a family, who knows.

Hold on, sit.

Sit down.

Things happen.

Everything'll be okay. We'll become friends.

-I won't snitch. -I understand.

I even respect you, in a way.

Let's have a smoke.

-I don't smoke. -C'mon, take one.

(laughter)

-Zima, dodge. -Ouch! Don't distract me!

-It's "Khadi", guys!

"Khadi Takhtash" killed Yeralash.

-How do you know?

-That cop from the DIA said. They've put him on a wanted list.

Ravil... Isakov.

It's operational information.

-Why did he tell you this? -I'm serious, guys.

-Nah, wait.

Just explain it to me.

First you chit-chatted with that cop in the morgue. What did you do for him?

Huh?

Maybe he spinned that info to you on purpose, and after that you came here.

Maybe the whole police department is waiting for us upstairs now.

Did you think about that,

Coatie?

-Enough, get away from the kid.

Easy.

You know what they taught us in Afganistan?

If any information reaches you,

it might be somehow useful.

Tomorrow I'll go and see what's up.

(music behind the door)

-Hello. -Wrong door.

-Does Irina live here?

-Michele! It's about your cop business.

-You came? Hi! Come on in.

-Hello. You invited and I came.

-Take off your boots.

I don't have slippers, but I washed the floor.

No wine for you, sorry. -I don't drink.

(sing Grazhdanskaya Oborona - "Zoopark")

-I'm looking for ones like me, wild and funny,

wild and crazy, ye-eah!

And when I find them, we'll leave from here into the night,

Away from here, from the zoo!

А-а-а!

We'll leave the zoo! А-а-а!

-Yes! Yes!

-Thank you, thank you, guys.

Will anybody pour for the musician? -Sure. It's Georgian.

-And who's that?

-This is my friend Andrei. Take off your hat.

By the way, he's a musician too. -Yeah, we've seen those types.

He's a street boy and won't take his hat off. In case someone lifts it.

-So what gang are you from?

-Who's asking?

-God, he's from "Universam", so what?

-Nothing.

I won't sing for riffraff.

-Gosha, it's bigotry and hypocrisy.

I vouch for him.

-Brutes like him killed Ian for having the "wrong" hair.

-And a couple of days ago they crushed a kid's skull at a bus stop.

Heard of that?

(Irina) -Guys, c'mon...

-Irina, maybe I should leave? -No, I'll leave myself.

(high-class classical music)

Toodles, chushpans.

If I see you around, I'll end you.

-Hold it.

Andrei!

-Why are you so upset?

(Iskander) -Hop.

Hop normally.

Now empty your left pocket. And prepare your "plywood" for your lie.

-Iskander!

-What? -This is my chushpan, he's paying me.

-Who told you that?

-He owes me. Say it.

-Maybe he owes me too.

-Nah. Only me.

(Iskander mumbles)

Done? Done?

-I'm done, enough!

-How much do I owe? I'm skint right now.

The earliest I can pay is in a week.

-Forget about it. Live in peace.

Good morning, sorry for being late. May I? -Yes.

-Sit down.

Children, I don't know where to start.

I'm afraid to say that.

A student from our school

vilely attacked

our English teacher from behind.

And stole a thing that belonged to her.

An expensive hat.

It pains me to say that she was diagnosed with a cerebral contusion.

That resulted in memory loss.

I'm asking for your help.

Please, if anybody knows who did it,

raise a hand.

I see.

-Sit down.

-Oh, It's good you've come.

They're calling an emergency meeting. Seems like a war is coming.

We need to do something about "Khadi Taktash".

-Why did you give my mom a stolen hat?

-What do you mean? -It was Flyura Gabdulovna's.

-Why?

-It's bad, very bad. -Was it the wrong size?

-This is my MOTHER. -Give up this crap.

I did your job for you. YOU should've done that.

-Marat!

Wasn't it you on that corner before someone stole my hat?

-I dunno, what corner?

-You also told me "How do you do"!

Hey, come here.

Go, go.

-I'm going to be late for biology. I'll see you after classes. Okay?

-Hey you, stop! Stop!

-Marat! Come here.

Will you run and pick up my brass knuckles? They're under the couch on the left.

And grab some water.

-Hey you, come 'ere! -Watcha doing!

-I'll show you "what". Now, stand up!

30 years. 30 years I've been slaving at that job!

Put my whole life into it. And you, son of a bitch!

For what?! To kneel down for the rest of my life?!

Am I the father of a thief?!

Just explain to me. Why do you do this to me?

Didn't I feed you, didn't I dress you? What else did you need, bitch?

Didn't you have toys, pocket money? There was no food on the table? Were you barefoot? What else?

-What's wrong? -Don't pretend you don't know.

Your mother almost had a heart attack.

Little brat.

She went to give a big present to Flyura Gabdulovna to make up for it somehow...

I spent half a day down on my knees at the Principal's office,

just so that she doesn't report you.

-Why do you believe them?

Bitch!

-Shut your mouth. Where's the hat?

-I dunno, I swear! -Don't lie to me, scum! Don't lie!

-Get away from me, I said I didn't steal it!

-Down, I said!

That's it. You don't live here anymore. Your shit's packed.

Pants, socks - three pairs.

You'll go to your aunt's. To her town. -I won't go anywhere!

Dad, I need to go to Vova!

Dad, I really can't, I really need to go to Vova!

I swear, he asked me, I need to go!

-Guys! Kashey's coming!

(Kashey) -Turbo!

Call all the enforcers from all the age groups.

-C'mon guys.

-Where's the one from the Eggshells?

-Marat's bringing my brass knuckles and will be right back.

-Look, this is the situation.

Indeed it was a guy from "Khadi Takhtash". -Fuck.

It's "Khadi Takhtash", guys!

(shout angrily)

-Why are you shouting? Did I ask you?

Look, the situation isn't great, in all senses.

Yeralash told their guy to fuck off and got his punishment.

-Did he say it first though? -Does it matter to you?

First or last. Let's say first.

He also kicked a "Khadi" knowing it was against the Code.

Yeah, he was a funny guy.

But he didn't watch his mouth. What can I say?

So to jump in for such a guy

is sorta against the Code.

Let's be honest.

You've got to have respect.

It's also a Street, even if it's not ours

And if you're so itchy to say "fuck off",

then say it to bus conductors or to your family, if you can.

Putting it bluntly, we've settled the incident.

Now go and deliver it to the masses.

And no fuck-ups.

Yes?

If YOU had been there,

I'd have jumped in for you, no cap.

Even though you're a Machine Gun Muzzle

I would've, hands down.

Because you have some weight. And we've got a long history together.

You're not this Eggshell, who doesn't watch their mouth.

Agreed?

-Boys!

Kashey said

that Yeralash told a "Khadi" to fuck off.

And there's no one to fight for.

But this is OUR Boy!

From OUR hood!

So let everyone decide themselves what to do.

If be, I'll go there all by myself.

And you

decide for yourself.

If you're with me,

go with me.

-You think it's me who needs all this luxury?

I want YOU to live decently.

So that you have everything we were deprived of.

So I could look people in the eyes without shame.

Son, dear...

what have I done wrong?

I took you everywhere, we played volleyball.

D'you remember, you didn't want to stay in a pioneer summer camp,

so I came and took you away.

We went to the boat station.

You dropped your flip-flop, we dived

to find it, remember?

-Let me go, please, I truly need to go.

-Where have I stumbled?

Why did I deserve this?

Hey, sit! Sit back! Where're you going?

(car honk) Stop!

Go already!

Marat!

(Agiel - "Piyala")

-Hop on!

(mumbles fearfully)

Miss, miss, he's a good guy.

Out, out!

-Young gentlemen, where're you going?

-Aida! (Let's go)

(shout)

(police whistle)

-What? -Good evening.

Excuse me, what happened here? My little sister lives here, I'm worried.

-Go home before we arrest you too.

-The rest were arrested? -Some - yes, some were taken to hospital.

-Aha, thanks a lot.

To which hospital?

-Wait a second...

Hey you, stop! I'll show you what's what!

Stop!

(groans)

-Finally awake. You scared everybody.

-Why are you here?

-Quit the inspectorate.

Now I'm a part-time doctor.

Why else would I be here, Andrei?

Any other guesses?

-I was reported?

-Your Mom was here. Couldn't make her go home.

She couldn't sit or stand.

But the doctor calmed her down. You have a traumatic brain injury, but you'll live.

They brought you soup, want some?

-No.

-You're a fool, Andrei.

Maybe this will teach you something?

Tell me, is it better to run around with a crowbar

or to sit somewhere and listen to good music?

John actually asked about you, he wanted to apologize.

-Who's that? -The band soloist.

The one in a jeans shirt, remember?

By the way, he wants to talk to you. They're having an issue with their pianist.

-When? -The doctor said you'll be able to walk tomorrow.

Take your time, I'll take you there later. They rehearse in the Cultural center.

-Cool.

-Close your eyes.

-Why?

-Close them, I'm telling you.

That's it. Safe and sound. Your mom will come tomorrow.

Don't upset her, please.

-The Boys are in the police station. And in the hospital too.

-They had your Boys

like THIS, get it?

Or not?

Who're we dealing with? Fuck knows.

Fucking riffraff!

Natural Off-limits, y'all don't know the People's law!

You think I'm stupid?

Here you walk like kings. And over there, across the street,

you're quick to switch sides!

Get it or not?

(cries)

(wails)

-Hello. -What d'you need?

-Excuse me, could you look something up?

My brother, Ravil Isakov. Is he also in the trauma unit...?

-Give me a moment. Isakov?

-Uh-huh.

-Isakov.

Third floor, room four. -Thank you.

Isakov? Are you Ravil Isakov?

-What?

-The medical sister asked for Isakov. Is that you?

-Yes, it's me.

-Uh-huh.

(Agiel - "Piyala")

Hands off! Off!

If you yap about this to anybody, I'll kill you.