Original subtitles

Film Studio BARABAN

Presents

Olga Dykhovichnaya

Sergei Borisov

A film by

Angelina Nikonova

TWILIGHT PORTRAIT

Original translation: voice & Corvusalbus Co-translation: Dasha, Lena, Roma, Xenia

KG SUBTITLING DIVISION (c) 2012

Screenplay by Angelina Nikonova, Olga Dykhovichnaya

Cinematography by Eben Bull

Editing by Eduard Ilin

Production design by Elena Afanasyeva

Produced by: Leonid Ogaryov

Directed by Angelina Nikonova

What is this? Camping?

A hooker...

Sasha walked on the highway For a buck, she would suck

Lady, where are you going?

It's scary out there.

Ladies don't walk in the woods alone here.

You scared her. Now these ditches will fuck up the car.

Stop here.

Sock her, Junior.

Go help him out.

Let go of me, asshole!

Screaming bitch.

Marish?

Bring me some water, please.

Warehouse rental.

The purchase of equipment.

Personnel.

And then...

All the trial runs-

-of this experiment of yours.

Our dad...

He will provide us with everything.

I see you're enjoying cultural life.

Did you hear the scream?

Someone was screaming.

Do you want something to drink?

Stand up on your feet.

-Unit 1 to unit 486. -Where are you?

On the Lenin street.

What's happening over there?

Got it. We'll send backup.

You fucked her for free?

Here, buy some new panty hose, whore.

-Where'd you find this shithole? -We rent cheap housing-

-for out-of-town personnel.

Twice as cheap as a hotel.

So I went to take a look-

-to check whether it was adequate for our co-workers.

So, you don't find it embarrassing?

Why embarrassing?

-What's with you? -None of your business.

-Right, my business-

-is to fulfill another's marital obligations.

Come here, baby.

Valer, this isn't working.

Are you making fun of me?

Baby, baby, be patient.

-Valer. -A little more. Wait...

Talk to Golovchenko about Ilya's project.

Convince them that this project is profitable.

I'll talk with dad.

You're a strange woman, Marina Sergeyevna.

Why do you care?

Listen baby.

Will you take a cab? I'm going West.

See you...

I'm listening.

I'm probably not going to have anything. My heel broke.

Call me a cab, please.

Lady, I don't get it. Are we ordering anything?

All right, a coffee.

Don't have any.

Then, tea.

Don't have that either.

What do you have? Water?

Water we have. And to eat?

Meaning?

Meaning, what are we eating?

I already told you, I'm not eating. Just bring the water.

We don't serve "just water".

Then, bring whatever you serve.

Vodka, beer, mutton pie, sausages.

Bring vodka...

...beer...

...sausages...

...and mutton pie. -All right.

Hey.

Talk quickly. I'm in a meeting.

No, I will be late.

No, I also have to go Tanya.

Ilyusha, I'm not hungry. I got to go.

All right, all right.

Come on, I got to go.

I don't sing songs of Faraoes

My soul I cannot sell

Of that, how strong I love you

With which words tells me

To which melody I sing

As for the water...

We're fresh out.

How I warm you, my love

In the northern snow

I love you so much without words And songs about love

I wait you without dreams of distant shores

I pour 100 grams of vodka and cheer for us

Where to? -Pushkinskaya.

-How much? -500 rubles.

-To Pushkinskaya. -What time is it, cutie?

Help me!

Guys, can I use your phone, please?

Hey, excuse me!

Please, can I borrow your phone to make a call?

-Are you insane? -Take these earrings. -Keep them.

Hey lady!

Show me your documents.

-Should I blow in the tube as well? -Sure.

You'll have time for that.

We have some tubes here you can blow.

Let's see some ID, and what's with the masquerade?

-My purse was stolen. -What happened to your shoes?

My heel broke.

Where'd you get so...

Unraveled?

-Where are we going? -Where we're going...

To which precinct are we going?

Give me the phone, I'll call my husband to pick me up there.

Here's a hot, new phone for you.

Closer, take it, use it.

Get your hands off me.

You don't understand.

Tomorrow remove all your badges!

Hey, lady, you drank some shots of courage?

To hell with her. Let's throw her out.

What the hell are you saying?

Are you afraid of every stupid cunt that threatens to take your badge?

That's right, be scared. Tomorrow you'll be sorry.

-Take your hands off me! -Married to a fat wallet?

-None of your business! -Can't be bothered with regular Joes?

Hey, Junior, treat her to some working-class stiffs!

-Take your hands off me!

-Turn right here.

Get out and help him.

Asshole! Take them off me!

Tomorrow you'll be sorry!

Son of a bitch, get your hands off me!

Pull the trench coat over her head.

No! No!

Shut the fuck up!

Step on her feet. She'll stop fidgeting.

Enough...

Please... No!

Do you have keys or were you also robbed?

Is someone at your house?

I don't want to wake him. I'll call the concierge. They'll open.

Thank you very much.

Wait, I'll give you some money. -No, no, please, no need.

Marina from apartment 14. I forgot my keys.

Thank you.

I didn't hear when you came.

I slept on the couch so you wouldn't wake up.

My bag got stolen.

Stolen how?

Just outside the cabinet.

What was in it?

Everything that is usually in a bag.

The passport as well?

Credit cards? Where'd you write down your pin codes? In the phone?

And the phone?

The phone was also in the bag...

Well, then I'll call the bank.

Marina Sergeevna.

I don't understand what we're doing here.

We're an ordinary family.

We do all the usual things. Go to school...

That's enough. Fuck, woman, shut up!

Yuri, please, don't curse in front of the child.

We're just fine here.

I'm working.

Resting...

Sometimes.

Yuriy, are you abusing your child?

What?

Why are you saying such things?

A little smack upside the head so he doesn't forget his dad.

What do you mean "abusing"?

I'll tell you about "abusing".

When my pop beat me, my ass burned. That's all.

You know, just in case.

Why are you silent, you little rascal? Tell us-

-are we really abusing you?

Vladimir?

Yuriy, Svetlana...

Please, leave us alone for a while. I will call you back in.

It's your sensitivity that gets you.

You take everything too seriously.

It's true. I'm telling you.

Not true.

I care less and less.

I don't even feel for the kids anymore.

Scum raise more scum.

They get beaten by drunk fathers and hysterical mothers.

They'll grow up and beat their own kids.

What can I do about it?

Pity them?

And let them know how unfairly-

-they're treated at home?

What will become of them?

Completely insecure...

...miserable losers...

...bemoaning their unhappy childhoods-

-who'll later buy that pity.

From psychotherapists.

Hairdressers, and prostitutes.

Yet still...

Without my interference-

-they'll grow up to be normal losers.

So, who's to pity?

Will you have some dessert?

-Poppy roll and two forks, please. -Got it.

Marish, why are you so sad?

Is it near your period?

What blood tests do you want done?

Don't know. All of them, probably.

I was raped.

-Tatyana Aleksandrovna -- -I'm busy.

Ira, take blood for a PCR and do a complete test.

Marish.

-I'll call you when it's done. -Thanks.

Squeeze your fist.

I also saw my father die.

So don't tell me how hard it is.

But what did I do wrong?

I told you, he can't be in public places-

-can't fly in airplanes.

He wants to live. He's a living being.

Lady, to be alive and to be healthy are two different things.

Vodka, beer...

sausages...

...and mutton pie.

We don't serve mutton pie today.

Then vodka, beer and sausages.

Surprise!

Happy birthday, Marisha!

Why sit around on our asses?

Let's head out.

-Who is that? -Must be Sveta.

Just in time.

Sveta... Svetolichka...

Hello. Is Marishka here?

Wow.

-Pure work of art. -I did my best.

So, where is Marinka?

Well, then.

Shall we drink to the birthday girl?

Happy birthday!

Lyuba, give me the bowl.

I spilled a little.

Marish...

Can you imagine, Mikhalych called me in today and said-

"Let's see that project of yours.

we'll prepare a business plan

We'll write up a business plan and forward it to the bank."

See, I'm still good for something.

Good boy.

Ilyush, put these flowers in a vase.

Marish, listen.

What do you think... Your dad...

Will give the green light?

If he realize it's my project?

My favorite song!

Shine in the sky

My lovely star

The star of love

That I have found

You�re only one

You warm me all around

Take all my thanks

For that you are

You�re only one

You warm me all around

Take all my thanks

For that you are. -Bravo!

BRAVO!

Marinochka, I have a toast... -May I, please?

Marinochka.

I want to toast in your honor.

As a happy woman...

You have it all.

You have a beautiful, loving husband.

You have an interesting job.

You have friends who respect you.

You have it all!

Your cup runneth over.

For you, Marina. For you...

Only kids are missing.

For you.

Everything will come.

I have a thankful toast in response-

-to my friends.

From a happy woman.

To the friends which I have...

...known for a thousand of years. To be more exact-

-people I occasionally see.

Some more often than others.

Some came here to wholeheartedly congratulate me.

Some came to have a look at the renovated apartment.

Someone came just to eat... But that's not important.

You see...

I'm supposed to be a happy woman. Husband...

Friends, work...

Apartment...

...in the center of the city. We even have a summerhouse.

And now...

One by one.

Husband.

Healthy, handsome man.

They say... he loves me a lot.

Right, Ilyusha?

My Leshechka, you...

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Marish, is everything OK? How are you feeling?"

"Marisha..."

Marina, what's up with you?

I'm fucking tired of your caring.

Constant wussy caring. Why are you silent?

What are you afraid to find out?

That I live with a man that I don't want to have kids with?

That you're a coward?

You live a good life. Both my dad and me by your side.

Ilyush... It's all you. You really made it all on your own.

-It' super! -Enough, enough...

OK, and now work...

Job is interesting, my specialty.

I can afford it.

Since my husband is a "business man".

Wages are low.

But it's so needed.

Who else would do the work I do?

Documenting the lives of imbeciles. And morally handicapped.

What makes me better than them? What makes any of you superior?

A self-important pack of comfortable, envious people.

Drunk nonsense!

Drunk nonsense?

I can be quiet for the next 20 years. Tanyush, listen for a bit more.

You've probably known me the longest.

I remember when we were in school.

You had a green suede skirt...

You wanted to sell it to me.

With the same angelic expression you have on you now.

You said:

"If you can't afford it, you can rent it from me."

A worn skirt - for rent!

Tanya, I paid you for everything.

But you never paid me, for my husband.

Marina!

Ilyusha, sit down.

A funny way you had of comforting him back then.

Right, Ilyusha? At the peak of your grief.

...while I was busy-

-picking out a casket for your mother-

A nice one, an expensive one to make your relatives happy.

While I was buying the vodka...

Making arrangements with the funeral house.

Tanechka consoled you then.

You comforted him indeed, Tanya.

Here he is, sitting comfortably.

But it's all right. Now we're even.

Because we have Valera.

Valera, a friend of the family-

-who didn't come empty-handed today.

Finally, Ilyusha's amazing projects-

-will soon be realized. And it's all thanks to...

Valerik. Oh, by the way.

At 2 PM tomorrow.

You just forgot to mention where we're meeting.

Where was it...

Same shithole as last time-

Valera, thank you so much.

The girls will understand me.

Even an older lover-

-helps raise a girl's self-esteem.

Anyway, my dear friends.

Thank you so much for this celebration.

To your health!

Delicious. Who brought this?

You need a break

I'll call you later.

We'll talk then.

OK, bye.

I'm listening.

-My passport was stolen. -Meaning?

Meaning my passport was stolen.

How do you know it was stolen?

Maybe you lost it?

No, my purse was stolen, which had my passport in it.

You didn't leave your purse in a caf� or at friend's house?

What do you want from me?

I don't want anything from you.

I'm asking you, are you sure-

that your purse, your passport were stolen?

Do you realize you're reporting a crime?

You're causing people to work, to worry.

You come here and claim someone stole your passport.

Next you'll say someone raped you.

Well...?

All right.

-I'll write a statement. -...about the loss of your passport.

Great.

Write.

At the top.

"I, last name, first name." When?

Four days ago.

Where are you working?

Center for Social Services.

As a...?

-I work with children. -As what?

Write "social worker".

Social worker.

So, at what time did you realize your passport was missing?

-In the evening. -Which time?

Probably after six in the evening.

At 6:20 PM.

Sure.

How do you get home?

-Driving? Public transportation? -By foot.

Do you consume alcohol?

What difference does it make?

Huge difference. Do you consume alcohol?

Like most people.

I see.

Well...

Write the following:

"The 14th of this month-

-in the evening, after work-

-on my way home...

I drank an alcohol-containing substance.

Beer.

I assume that...

The loss of my passport...

Occurred...

When...

I was on my way home from work.

As a result...

Of my poorly made purse-

-the main compartment of which-

-does not have a proper system of protection.

-System of protection. -Right.

Meaning... zipper-

-or a press-button...

...as well as alcohol consumption...

...which added...

...to the additional swaying of the bag in question."

Imagine, the Japanese have invented a machine-

-that recycles feces into ecologically clean fuel.

Soon there'll be cars that use natural fertilizers-

-as fuel.

Whose shit?

Whose shit will they use? The drivers?

Or will they build special shit stations?

-Marisha, you need a break. -I've heard that before.

Maybe you can visit your mom?

"Mama, take me back under your wings."

Doctor, don't listen to her.

She's talking nonsense.

She...

She's saying these things just to make us miserable.

Lerochka, why are you making things up?

Lera, tell me what you told your mother.

If you don't want to talk, write it down.

Here's a pen.

Why don't you leave me and Lera? It's better that way.

Keep in mind, she's making it all up.

"DADDY HURT ME REALLY BAD"

Irina Vladimirovna, wait!

Hold up.

I can help you.

No one laid a finger on her.

Then, why did Lera leave home?

I don't know!

Her father raped her.

I saw the girl. She's really frightened.

Her mother will never press charges!

To keep the family together!

Are you out of your mind? What is it to me?

He can do it again!

(OBSCURE RUSSIAN KARAOKE)

-Let's go. I'll pay you.

-Go where? -Follow that car.

Hurry, will you!

Don't get too close.

-Is it your husband, or what? -Something like that.

Don't stop. Drive further.

-What floor? -Sixth.

What are you doing?

Separate the borders of Rational subjective world

Sublingual pill popping, ward, cotton in ears

Fear in the pictures, a hair on a plate, a voice from behind

A human scream is sometimes scarier than that of animals

A grain - take it, keep it, grow it.

And what will you do if your mind decides upon the opposite

And the word "reality" loses its sense

Fiction turns into reality And truth becomes pain

And the pain will become the truth

Why does it smell like weed?

Tell him, sister, why does it smell weed?

It won't happen again, Mr. police officer.

Watch your mouth!

Let it go, Andryush, what's with you.

"Why does it smell like weed"? Have you been outside?

The cars will cause the apocalypse soon.

That's where it really stinks! Greenhouse effect! A nightmare!

You morons. I'll lock you up one of these days.

You'll see what a real nightmare is.

Hey, bro, this is my game.

It's strictly for me and the guys who are the same.

Okay, gramps, that's it.

It's already late. Time for sleep.

-We need to talk. -You're crazy.

Leave me alone.

-I'll put you in jail. -Leave me alone!

What did he say? He's like, "Will you come with me?"

So what did you say? -"Concretely, I don't know."

I get it. Anyways...

Irina Petrovna was right to...

To refer Lera and her mom to me.

They really do have serious problems in the family.

Yes, she's a difficult girl.

It looks like...

Lera was a victim of sexual abuse.

Oh...

Who would have thought?

Marina Sergeyevna.

Is it safe for...

...other, normal girls...

...to be around her?

Got it.

I'll do it myself.

Enough already with yourself!

I raised my daughter on my own. You men just cause trouble.

Just stop it! No help from you! What do you want?

I know what I'm doing!

Mama, watch it, it's fragile. There's my makeup.

Don't you yell at your mother! "Makeup," she says!

Watch the kid, for God's sake!

I changed my mind.

And then changed it back.

It's not too late, I can decline your ticket.

I guess it is too late.

Excuse me.

I've suddenly come into-

-some difficult times...

Financially.

I really need some money for medicine.

Here's a camera.

My daughter gave it to me a year ago for my birthday.

It has all the functions -- landscape, twilight portrait.

But it works best in auto mode.

At first I used it a bit.

It was fun. I took pictures of my daughter and grandson.

And then, eh...

What's there to take pictures of now? Nothing interesting.

And your daughter and grandson?

Well, they left as soon as we sold the apartment. Haven't seen them since.

How much do you want for it?

Five hundred rubles?

I don't know. I'm no specialist in things like that.

It was a gift, but if no one is offering more...

You won't regret it. It has all the functions --

Landscape, twilight portrait.

A couple of cream pastries, please.

Idiot.

-Who are you? -Marina.

Marina. Who are you?

Do you live alone?

No.

Stay.

Let's go. Boxing replacement's here.

That's it, gramps. Let's go.

I love you.

What are you, crazy?

Fuck off!

Bro, I got a dry mouth. It's like fucking cotton.

Oh!

-What's this tramp doing at our home? -If you're thirsty then drink!

I will.

Who's this?

Can't you see? A retard.

Have you heard what the Japanese invented?

Making fuel out of shit.

Now there'll be shit stations all over the place.

They need donors with extra shit to give.

If you need a job, I can hook you up.

That's a super idea I have to admit-

-but I smoke too much to work.

Get lost!

"Get lost" again. Fuck.

Go away, I said!

Go away yourself!

Fashion is shit, throw me a saw

I'll throw you a fit

Exhale, beaver, let it out! What are you holding' it for?

Fuck, you're a hardcore babe.

Where did Andryusha find such a hottie?

Who's this?

-Where? -Here

That...

That's the wife.

Where'd you dig up the portrait?

You can get your ass kicked for that here.

I see you get yours kicked frequently.

Your cheek...

Oh, well...

This? Nah, this is my happy childhood. -Father?

Nah. Gramps.

He took me and Andryusha in when we were little.

What about your parents?

Pop took a hike when I was born.

Mom started boozing hard core.

So Grandpa took us in-

-to make real men out of us.

He succeeded, for sure.

You bet!

He looks completely harmless.

You think he's always been a dancing queen-

-shaking it?

Nah. He was a military man.

Stand at attention.

Everything in its place, up at 6:00 sharp.

And this...

I was little back then. I'm not sure how old.

Five or six.

I used to rustle through his pockets-

Fishing for change, for ice cream, for little bombs.

So this one time, he caught my ass.

It was some holiday.

Victory Day, or something.

He showed up completely shitfaced.

I was smart enough to pretend I was asleep.

But it didn't fly.

He woke me up and started lecturing me-

-about his difficult childhood-

-World War II, the motherland.

Said he was going to give me a trial.

So, the sentence was...

To plant five whacks-

-on my criminal face.

It was a zoo.

I opened my eyes... Andryusha's screaming.

Grandpa was yelling. I started screaming, too-

-shaking my head. Suddenly, I see there's blood-

-on the wallpaper.

Then the whole nine yards-

-an ambulance, doctors-

-iodine, stitches.

So someone called an ambulance?

Nah...

They're psychic.

They sensed they were needed-

-to take care of little Losyasha.

Speak of the devil!

Cops!

Cops? A cop. Just one. Double vision already?

Fucking slut. Get the fuck out.

Get out!

What'd you get high on?

As usual, Bro. Rolled a few joints.

I didn't know she was so weak, no tolerance.

It's not my fault, bro. She seemed up for it.

What if she keels over?

Keels over? Listen, who's the cop in the house, you or me?

And you're screwing her, not me.

Moron!

Looks alive.

Don't kick me out just yet.

Come on, grandpa, eat.

Open your mouth.

I said, open your mouth.

Open your mouth.

Open your mouth, I said.

You hear me, Grandpa?

Eat, I said.

-What's his name? -Why bother. He's deaf.

Can I stay with you...

...for a few more days?

Sure. So far, so good.

What's your husband think?

That I'm at my mom's.

In Simferopol.

What if he calls?

He won't call.

It's a bad connection there.

Whatever. It's none of my business.

Why did you become a cop?

To do my civic duty.

Who taught you words like that?

I can use other words.

Wanted some respect for myself.

And here I got a badge and a pistol.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

That sounds closer to the truth.

So, you trust "the truth"?

Or do you "like the truth"?

The way you came on to me in the elevator.

To me, you're like a whore.

But you're a decent woman, right?

Married.

Work hard for your money, for some government agency.

Not like the skanks on the block.

They give head just to get nice shoes.

People say shit about you guys, too.

About who? Cops?

Well no one likes us.

You're not supposed to like us.

You're supposed to fear us.

Take you, for example.

Are you afraid of me?

No.

What the fuck?

Seen too many soap operas?

I love you.

-I love you. -Will you shut up?

I love you.

Ah, fuck.

Andryukh, let's go. Boss wants us.

What happened?

-What, you didn't hear the news? -No.

Last night, Junior got wasted.

He drove the patrol car into some chicks... Killed them.

Are you for real?

Listen carefully and remember it.

If your brains can't cope, then write it down.

Take the patrol car.

Run it to the body shop.

It should be fixed by tonight.

Not a single scratch on it. Got it?

Last night around 8.30-

-you were still on duty.

The trainee was with you.

You got back to the station with three perpetrators-

-and proceeded to write up the arrest reports.

Got it?

Make sure you keep your mouth shut.

(OBSCURE RUSSIAN SONG)

It's strange how I ended up with a chick like you.

What kind?

I'll leave soon.

It's time.

Don't get upset. I meant it in a good way.

I love you.

You bitch.

I love you.

Listen here!

I love you.

Have a sip.

Want to shoot?

What for?

One less bird to bring bad news.

One flew into your house?

It did once.

Did someone die?

To me, she's dead.

Can I take a picture of you?

What for?

As a souvenir.

Turn on the flash.

It has a special function...

For a twilight portrait.

That's it, go already! You're unbearable.

Can you help me with something?

With what?

Threaten someone.

Who? The husband?

No.

Just what exactly are you doing? You ungrateful shit?!

What don't you have?

What hasn't been done for you?

Your father and I do all we possibly can to provide for you!

So you have everything!

What don't you have?

What don't you have, you little shit?

Enough already. Cool off. Go for a walk.

Sweetie.

Sweetheart.

Help!

Get in the car!

Move!

Dad!

Daddy...

Get up, dad...

Daddy...

Please, forgive me.

Andrei...

...what did you do to him?

What did you do to him?!

You stupid beast!

I only asked you to threaten him!

What was I supposed to do?

What did you want me to do with the bastard?

With that pedophile?

Maybe I should have issued him a fine?

Huh? Give him a verbal warning?

You killed him?

No!

I wanted to, but I didn't.

What if he didn't do it?

Sergei Grigoriyevich!

Hello.

Sorry. I was stuck in traffic.

Did you discuss everything already?

No, not quite everything.

We left the most interesting bit for dessert.

How you're planning to return 20 million to the bank.

Did you bring the presentation?

Who is she?

None of your business.

Her face looks very familiar.

Keep your eyes on the road.

I don't have to take orders from you.

I also don't have to cover your ass. But I have many times.

How much longer are we waiting for?

Wait just a little bit.

Return my gun.

Put the coat in your car. I'll figure the rest out later.

Original translation: voice & Corvusalbus Co-translation: Dasha, Lena, Roma, Xenia

KG SUBTITLING DIVISION (c) 2012

In the roles:

Marina - Olga Dykhovichnaya Andrey - Sergei Borisov

Valeriy - Sergei Golyudov Ilyusha - Roman Merinov

Shututko - Andrey Manotskov Maloy - Alexandr Kozyrev

Los - Vsevolod Voronov Grampa - Aleksei Belousov

Prostitute - Alya Timkova Tanya - Anna Ageeva

Waitress - Galina Koren Singer - Galina Lashko

Musician - Aleksandr Paltsev Taxi driver - Aleksandr Revuntsov

Songs used in the film:

Nefraerskij romans (K. Golitsyna) Gorodskie Vstrechi (S. Nagovitsyn)

Patsany (A. Dyumin) Nasha Zhizn (S. Borisov)

Palata Mezhdu (Group "BLA") Vinovata li ya? (Folk song)

Gori, Gori, Moya zvezdaya (V. Chuvskij)

(c) Film Studio Baraban, 2011