Original subtitles

THIS FILM CONTAINS SMOKING SCENES AND CONSUMPTION OF ALCOHOL

REMEMBER THAT EXCESSIVE DRINKING AND SMOKING IS BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH

Translation by Kukazumba & Tangent_man24. Copyright reserved.

-So what happened there? Tell me.

Who was on his knees?

-Not me. -Why are you mumbling then?

Zima? -I was on the asphalt face down.

I didn't see anything. -Are you fucking kidding me, Boys?

-Here is your girl.

Untie him.

She needs to be taken home.

-Aigul? How are you?

-One's dead, two others are in the hospital.

Another one escaped. A witness saw him.

She says there was one more with a girl. He drove a car.

-You've got water?

-Aigul!

Daughter, dear!

(cry) There, there, honey!

There, there, it's okay, my dear.

Don't cry, my dear!

(Marat) -Don't worry, we'll settle this.

-Get out!

Go away! Go to hell, scum!

I wish you'd all go to hell!

(door shuts, lock clicks)

THE BOY'S WORD: BLOOD ON THE ASHPALT EPISODE 6

-Aah!

-I didn't know guardian angels could be this beautiful.

You're saving my life again. -Stop it! This is actually a doctor's job.

-We'd have to wait for him in line till the morning.

He'll go get checked tomorrow, yes?

Hey, say thank you at least. -He's already said it.

Now you.

How did this happen to you?

-How?

They don't sand the streets, and they are slippery.

You walk on it balancing - and whack!

You're lucky if you land on your bum.

-Are your teeth okay at least? Smile.

God... -It's okay.

They'll grow back before the wedding.

I'll go now.

But tomorrow we'll go to the movies, okay?

-Okay.

(policeman) -Do you know any of the people who raped you?

Can you identify them?

Look, I won't be able to help, if you cry all the time.

Maybe you heard some nicknames, names?

(door opens)

Pull yourself together.

Your mom says some guy brought you? What guy? A friend?

Why lie to me? Mom says he's your friend.

Maybe he did this?

Don't be afraid. If somebody threatenes you, just say so.

-Good evening. Rinat.

Can we... for a second?

-It's not gonna be easy here.

The girl seems to be covering for some of her friends.

-No need to look for anyone. And no need to open a case.

Such disgrace is already enough for us.

Sorry for bothering you.

-See ya. -Wait, so what happened to her, after all?

To this Aigul.

-Fuck knows.

-What if somebody took her cherry?

This is what I think: if Marat stays with her, I won't shake his hand anymore.

Boys sew out for these kind of things, speaking honestly.

And I don't care about his brother.

Or everyone will be saying that we're all dick-suckers here.

Normal Boys have to be with "pure" girls only.

-I see.

Bye.

-Vova, can you call Aigul tomorrow?

They'll hang up, if they hear my voice.

-Marat, we...

We'll help her. But secretly.

Everyone who was there

was punished.

And the guy...

who did this to her not in a Human way.

This Kolik.

We'll find him too.

And punish him, I promise.

-What do you mean by "not in a Human way"?

Can you explain what actually happened there?

-Everything's bad.

-Vova, I'll stay with her anyway.

-If the Boys find out what happened to her,

then...

they'll have to sew you out.

-Maybe nothing happened? Did you see it yourself? Did you?

-Why're you yelling? You weren't there.

I WAS there. If you become a chushpan, I won't be able to help you anymore.

-Hi.

-Cutlet and potatoes. They don't care there...

...whether she was raped or not - as long as the neighbors don't know.

I understand. They'll need to marry her one day.

Rakhmat (thank you).

-Excuse me, colleagues. Overhearing is bad, but this is my job.

What is it you're discussing?

-Yesterday we got a call, went to the address.

The father came home. And said that nobody had "spoiled" their girl.

The girl was with her friends and "stumbled on a branch".

-What was their address? -Silkina...

7, I think.

-And who's the victim?

-Let me see... She is in the same class as my niece.

Umm... Akhmerova.

-It's quite curious.

Listen to me. You finish your salad now.

And go to the woman

who witnessed the cafe shooting. Pedal to the metal.

Show her Akhmerova and all of those who're on record in that hood.

All those who belong to "Dom Byta" and "Universam".

-That's a lot of people!

-Oh, are you too tired?

-Then I'd rather go now.

-Good decision.

-Can I take yours?

(doorbell ring)

-Hi, it's me.

I know that you're there.

You didn't show up at school or music school today.

Open the door.

Aigul!

My dear Aigul!

Nothing happened, yes?

Please, say that nothing happened.

(cries)

Just say it.

(sobs)

-Nothing.

-That's it then!

The subject's closed then.

Nobody else knows about it, eh?

If you behave like a victim, then you'll become one.

Become the opposite of that, in spite of everyone.

Let's do this. It's disco tonight,

I'll be waiting for you by the entrance at 7.

(elevator noise)

-How dare you come here after everything? Shall I take you to the police?

-Take yourself. -What? You little brat!

-Ahh, it hurts, let it go!

-Oh you... You...

I'll call the detective now and report you!

Little son of a bitch!

Look at him! He dared to drag himself here.

Was he there? Tell me now!

No? If he wasn't there, he wouldn't have come now.

You... little slut!

-Stop, stop, stop! -C'mon, c'mon!

-Hi, Boys!

Common hi.

-Vova, the Boys wanted to ask you something.

-Who?

-Well, we need some explanations.

What happened yesterday?

Where's the player?

-You care about the fucking player?

-Well... -I don't give a fuck about it.

As for yesterday, the situation is the following:

the ones who invited us for a talk

showed up

with a whole crowd.

And twisted us all. They've all been punished already.

There's no "Dom Byta" anymore.

(cheer happily)

-Hoorah! -Punished!

-Silence!

-Hey, shut up!

-Shush! Why are you so happy?

It's only the beginning.

When I went there, I saw

that they held a grudge against us. Because we're an independent power.

Because we have weight.

Because we're the Street.

Because we sewed out druggie-Kashey. Because we want to do business.

Why are you late?

Come here!

-I've an excuse.

-The only excuse is your mom's death or a police arrest.

Did your mom die? -No.

-Were you arrested? -No.

-Wanna say something?

-No. -Is THIS our discipline?

Huh? Y'all are not ready!

I'm looking at you now - you're not ready!

A bunch of bag o'bones!

What will we do, when the rumble begins?

We will fall like fucking pussies.

Okay, now, we run 30 laps.

If somebody fails, I'll punish all of their age group.

What are you waiting for? -You heard your Elder?

Go run! Move-move! Now!

-And you? Need a personal invitation?

I said, all the ages run. Go-go.

Let's sing a song, which one do you know?

Do you know "Sedaya Noch"? (everyone) -Yes!

-One-two-three!

(everyone) -And again it's the grey night,

and I only trust it... -Why so drowsy? Cheer up!

(Yuriy Shatunov - "Sedaya Noch")

Energetically! Tempo, tempo!

I'll teach you how to love the Street!

One! Two!

Lamp! Lamp!

(everyone) -Lamp! Lamp!

-Five! Six!

Left-right! One-two!

One-two!

Left, right, duck, side.

Step in, left one here - throw.

Now guys, drill the studied material!

Break, break.

-C'mon, c'mon!

-That's it.

Who's next?

(everyone) -О-о-о!

-Vakhit!

-Enough. Vakhit goes to the hospital.

Okay, next. -You good?

-Where's he? -His hat.

(everyone laughs) -Calm down, hush.

Ilya Sutulin (Hunchback). Shot in a car-shop. May 28, 1995.

Kirill Sumatokhin (Sambo). Shot by killers in a hospital room. Jan 1, 1996.

Nikolay Rybakov (Fish). Shot with other members of his criminal gang. Mar 3, 1997.

Valeriy Anchikhirov (Nail). Shot in the hall of his lover's house. Sep 4, 1995.

Rustam Alikhanov (Ali). Shot by his front door, Moscow. Oct 10, 1999.

Ildus Ziganshin (Dino). Shot in the elevator of his own house, Kazan. Apr 4, 1995.

Sergei Beluhin (Beluha). Kidnapped by the rival gang "Zhilka". His body was found with signs of torture at a breakwater, Kazan. Apr 20, 1999.

Vasiliy Belgorodsev (Hand). Shot in his car outside his own house, St.Petersburg. Apr 20, 1993.

Oleg Semiradov (King). Shot in the beer-bar "Vobla", Kazan. Apr 25, 2002.

Dmitriy Veselkov (Hay). Shot in his car outside his own house. Feb 25, 1995.

Albert Salikhov (Lamp). Сonvicted under Article 210 on Mar 2, 2000. Died in prison on Aug 27, 2007.

Marat Aigamov (Milk) and Arkadiy Shnistel (Screw-driver). Shot in Tverskaya str, Kazan. Aug 1, 1995.

Igor Chereukho (Skull). Went missing. 1997.

Grigoriy Krestman (Cross). Shot together with his wife and driver by the gang "Pervaki" at his front door. Jan 13, 1993.

Rinal Faskhutdinov (Radio). Сonvicted under Articles 210 and 77 in 2002. Sentenced to 24 years in prison. Died of tuberculosis in prison on Nov 1, 2010.

Rafael Akbeyev (Barsik). Shot at the entrance of the restaurant "Triumf", Moscow. May 29, 1996.

Farkhad Fokin (Fomka). Slaughtered together with his lover, Moscow region. Apr 4, 1996.

Vyacheslav Sevastyanov (Pelé). Сonvicted under Article 210 on May 20, 2003. Sentenced to 24 years in a maximum security facility.

Damir Khamatov (Valet). Shot in a cafe together with Rober Zigatullin (Robespierre) and Arkadiy Gorin (Mountain). Feb 9, 1995.

Semion Rubtsov (Ruby). Shot together with his wife and two children in his own apartment. Apr 1, 1995.

Vakhit Zimaletdinov (Zima). Shot in his own apartment building. Oct 7, 1995.

-Yo, what time is it? -I dunno.

-Hi!

-Hi. -How's Marat?

-He's fine.

Want some? -Thanks.

And how are you? -My soul ached without you.

You came and the pain is gone.

-To the movies then? -Hey chushpan, you've got money?

-What if I find it? Empty your pockets! -Guys, please...

-Are they robbing him?

-What if I break your nose? -Please, don't.

-Nah, just "shooting" money.

-They're shaking down a child! Hey you, stop! Leave him alone now!

-Natasha, hold on.

Leave it be. It's Boys business.

-Why won't you help? -Because, I'm telling you,

he's a chushpan, and those others are the Boys.

He's not a kid at all. Let's go?

-It turns out you're a coward. Didn't expect that.

-I'm a coward? -Go watch your movie yourself.

-Natasha!

Natasha!

Hey!

-Why are you here? Somebody hurt you?

It's okay. Mr. Ildar will punish everyone.

-I've another reason.

I've visited my mom, she's really bad there.

They don't give her right treatment, or give her the wrong pills, I dunno.

Can you help somehow?

-I'm not a doctor. Neither are you. How can I help?

-They'll doctor her to death.

(sports programme on TV)

Mom...

Mo-om! Mom!

-The national football team of the USSR...

are preparing for World Cup qualifying matches in Italy.

We held a friendly match...

-What am I supposed to do with your police badge?

I can't let her go, she's in an acute condition.

-She'll be better at home. -Then why did you call us?

She's here and has to go through her treatment. -But you're not helping her!

-Excuse him, the young man is worried. Get out.

Wait outside!

Do you like caviar?

-You're finally home, mom.

-Let's take this off.

-Why is it so dirty here, Andrei?

We need to clean, we're having guests.

-Why? It's clean.

-At least sweep the floor.

-Let her go.

Bring me a mattress.

I'll sleep in the kitchen.

-Are you staying here? -Yes. To take care of her and you.

As a student I slept in stranger places.

Now, take all the laundry to the bathroom, let's wash it.

-Uh-huh.

(glass shatters)

-Are you out of your mind?

-Well... I overdid it.

I'll mend it. -Who's this?

-Say it.

"They've returned the money". -They've returned the money!

Even gave me 2 rubles on top.

-"Thanks to Vladimir Kirillovich". -Thanks to Vladimir Kirillovich!

-It's me.

-Vladimir Kirillovich is him. -Now sing.

-White roses... -Louder.

-White roses, your vulnerable thorns! -Louder, louder.

-White roses! White roses!

Blue light of the store windows... -God, don't torture him, he'll hoarse.

-Will you go out with me?

-To the movie? -Fuck it, it's disco today.

-Then I need to do makeup.

-You're already like a Christmas tree! -What a compliment master.

Okay, wait.

-Dismissed, good job.

Hey, wait.

What did you say? You got 2 rubles more?

-Will you stay by yourself?

-Don't go. -I'll make a call and come back.

Andrei!

Andrei! Stay with her until she falls asleep.

Call Sedtikov.

So you've got anything on Suvorov?

Let's get him then.

Check all the main places.

His house, gym.

Also the hideout in the cellar.

Second.

What? -The kettle.

-Yeah, you do you.

And be careful, dress as civilians.

He's an experienced soldier, from a reconnaissance troop.

If you don't see him immediately, wait in ambush.

He'll show up later at night anyway.

Go work.

-Captain! Take the driver's corpse, fingerprint him, fast!

-I want to take out the trash.

-Just cover it for now, take it out tomorrow.

-I can't, it stinks too much.

-I see.

Are you kidding me?

What are you doing?

You... You...

Wait! Wait!

That little bitch!

These are your genes!

(Mirazh - "Muzyka nas svyazala")

-Sup.

What is it?

Let's go.

Let's go.

Evening.

Thanks.

Shall we?

-Hello, Aigul!

-See? I told you.

Everything will be okay.

-Hi! Where've you been? We thought you were sick. Come!

Hi. -Hi.

(MC) -It was "Mirazh" band!

-What is it? -And now for the Boys from "Razyezd" -

"Nautilus" - "Ya Hochu Byt S Toboi".

-Wanna dance?

(Nautilus Pompilius - "Ya Hochu Byt S Toboi") -I would try to walk away from love.

I would take a sharp razor blade And fix myself.

I would hide myself in the cellar And I would cut...

Leather straps, Bracing my weak chest.

I want to be with you.

I want to be with you.

I want to be with you so.

I want to be with you, And I will be with you.

I want to be with you.

I want to be with you.

I want to be with you so.

I want to be with you, And I will be with you.

-And now a song for Simeon Gnyr.

(Mirazh - "Solnechnoye Leto")

-I'll go say hi to the Boys.

-So what happened to your girlfriend?

I wouldn't like to shake a dick-sucker's hand by accident.

-Nothing.

-Okay, go.

-Vova! -Not now.

-You're wanted.

-Pardon, for a moment.

What? -This cop Ildar said this.

They're watching out for you everywhere: at home, in the gym.

In the cellar dwelling too.

-He told you this?

-No, he was speaking on the phone and I heard.

-O, Marat.

Have cigarettes?

-Yes. -Let's have a smoke.

Wait. Smoke with me.

When else will you be allowed.

Yeah, let's smoke.

(latino music)

-Enough dancing, let's go. -Where?

-To yours of course. -What a businessman.

We didn't watch a movie, you didn't let me dance.

What kind of girl do you think I am? -What do you mean? You're my fate.

With a capital "F".

-Don't count on anything. -Natasha! Are you serious?

I'm actually a good guy. -I very much hope so.

-Even if you asked me for it yourself,

I wouldn't let you.

Let's go. Look...

You wait for me on the first floor, I'll talk to Marat and then come.

Go.

Step away, guys.

-And respect is specifically a notion of,

so to say, Boys'...

...And they start shooting him - ta-ta-ta!

А-а-а! А-а-а! Gigantic monkey.

...Whom to respect, how to, and most importantly - why.

-Sup, guys!

Aren't you "Dom Byta"? -I'm with "Razyezd" now.

-Good. They are having a hard time now.

Look, be so kind, tell me. 'Cause I don't get it. She's here and dancing.

But what in fact hapenned to her?

-Who?

(whispers)

-Did you watch "A man from the Boulevard des Capucines"?

-Nah. -Gimme another one.

-My friends, attention, please.

Important announcement.

Contemporary dance studio welcomes everyone

who wants to dance chu-chu-chu, cha-cha-cha, cucaracha

and, of course, chacha.

Kidding!

And now for all the Boys - "Laskoviy mai"!

-Let's go dance?

-Just a moment... -Here.

(Yuriy Shatunov - "Rozoviy Vecher")

-Eww! Ugh!

-You know what? You probably should go.

People are evil creatures. To be on the safe side.

-Aigul! Aigul, wait!

Let me go! -Calm down.

-Lemme go! -Calm down, calm down.

-Hush-hush!

-It's her! (whistle)

(everyone) -E-e-ew!

(laughter)

Let a careless rosy evening

Look through your windows,

Let it's rosy eyes

Follow you...

-Chill!

You're my brother! Didn't I warn you?

I won't repeat it again.

Make sure he goes home.

-Won't he make it there himself?

-Stop. Where?

-I live here.

-Come in.

-I'll call journalists! Let them know that you...

I won't forget it!

His son has returned from hell.

From hell! He has medals!

Given to him by the Defence Minister himself!

And what medals do you have? None?

-No need to yell, I'll compensate for the vase.

We'll look it up in the store tomorrow.

-For who did he shed his blood?

For you, digging in dirty laundry...

-How expensive is this chandelier? -It's a gift!

-It's clearly worth at least 200-230 rubles.

Must be hard to get one like this. I wonder how this happens?

That a person grows well-off,

snug as a bug.

With tape-recorders and rugs on walls.

And this chandelier.

And then he becomes a killer. How so?

I really can't figure it out in my head.

-We'll be discussing this with your management, not with you.

-You're welcome. I'm not blaming you. I'm just trying to understand it.

I know this type of riffraff.

Poor parents try to feed their family, neglecting their kids.

Those kids huddle into packs - their only option in life.

But here's a rich kid.

His fridge is full. Probably with salami too? -How much longer will this last?

-Until we find it.

Marat, tell me, have you seen a gun here?

-More! Thank you, guys.

Our commander would say:

"You can't climb a sheer cliff on your own".

Thank you, guys.

-Thanks.

-Hello, princess.

-Are you hungry? -Nah.

D'you have a guitar? -Yes.

-And those who've been through fire and death,

Returned home, met by his mother and father.

They recollected their friends who never returned

And kept whispering: "Why did they die, not me?"

Afghanistan -

A damned wild mountain land.

Your order is simple -

Get up and go forward to death.

But why so?

The spring is blooming on the Earth,

While your heart

Is full of dreams and grief.

(sobs)

(cries)

-Did you write this?

-No.

The guy I served with knew the author.

-Do you know any songs that are not about death?

It's just that my cousin died recently.

(cries)

-How?

-I don't know.

I was at work, the dorm lady told me.

Probably crashed.

He rode his bike like crazy.

-D'you want me to sing about love then?

-Yes.

-Wow!

I thought you'd come back in the morning.

Nothing to say?

That's right. Boys don't apologize.

Sit. The food's cold though.

Serve it yourself.

Are you satisfied?

Enough partying and dancing?

Where have you been?

-At the cultural center. -Of course, the CC.

How was everything, good?

Any complaints about the music?

(laughs) Good then.

You remember there was a guy you sewed out? Kirill.

We talked to him not long ago.

He said that your leader, Suvorov, aka Adidas

hangs out at home, in the gym and in his cellar at times.

Every night he'd come back home, since the day he returned.

And today boom - disappeared.

Like a conjurer.

What a surprising situation.

-Due to your Kirill

a guy was killed, Yeralash.

I wouldn't trust him. -Then who can I trust?

You?

You know, Andrei, how this works...

When you step on a rusty nail, you need to cut off part of your leg to stop the gangrene.

In your case, your whole body's infected already.

With Street poison.

A criminal and a rapist is dearer to you than a decent person.

Only because he's a Boy, eh?

You overheard me on the phone and went to warn him.

Your Adidas killed a person.

And seems to have raped a girl in that cafe.

-It wasn't him. -Of course not him.

You drove your mother insane!

It was you!

Still don't have enough wits to get it?

-Why did you come here? -What?

-Why did you come here?!

-Ildar, what happened? -Everything's fine.

Your choice then.

-What is it?

-I wanted to talk. Can I?

It's just...

I simply need to talk to you.

-Are you drunk? -No.

-Can you come to my office tomorrow?

I'll be there from 9.

-I need to talk now, I ran away... -Let me...

-Wait. -For a second, I'll be polite.

Are you so hungry that you ran away?

Nevermind. Promise not to feel hurt.

-Hurt people get the short end.

-Hush-hush. You're a spare wheel here, get it?

He's already leaving. He's just a little tired.

It's okay, he's leaving.

-Step away, please. -He's already gone.

Stop nannying him.

(Nautilus Pompilius - "Ya Hochu Byt S Toboi") -I would try to walk away from love.

I would take a sharp razor blade And fix myself.

I would hide myself in the cellar And I would cut...

Leather straps, Bracing my weak chest.

I want to be with you.

I want to be with you.

I want to be with you so.

I want to be with you, And I will be with you.

-Natasha! Guitar, really? It's 5 AM!

-Sorry. -Why are you yelling yourself?

You have a problem? -Guys, break.

-Let's finish.

But quietly.

(in whisper) I would try to walk away from love.

I would take a sharp razor blade And fix myself.

I would hide myself in the cellar And I would cut...

Leather straps, Bracing my weak chest.

Good night.

-Freeze! From where?

(in Russian English) -Kazan, Tatarian A S S R.

-Knives, brass knuckles, crowbar - what's on you? -Nothing.

-Sassy, yeah? Empty your pockets. -Maybe I should hop too?

-If we ask to. Stop!

Don't move.

-You must stand here

at 2:10 PM.

This very place, understood?

(school bell rings)

-That's it? -Okay, go.

Goody-goody.

-Why are you here? -They sent me home.

The school doctor said that I had a fever.

-Your teacher just called about you.

Come here.

Need salt?

-I'm not hungry.

-I'll throw it away then.

(flushes toilet)

(sad music)