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{y:i}CTB Film Company {y:i}Alexei Chadov {y:i}lan Kelly {y:i}lngeborga Dapkunaite {y:i}Sergei Bodrov {y:i}Evklid Kurdzidis {y:i}Giorgi Gurgulia I'm Yermakov, Ivan.|And he was John. So we're kind of namesakes. We met in the summer of 2001. For two months I'd been locked up|in the village of Verkhny Iskhoi by AsIan Gugaev. Back then, none of our|lot had heard of him. His detachment wasn't that big. There were three of us there. Me, Fedka and a Jew - a commercial. A businessman from Vladikavkaz.|Called Semyon, I think. . . Me and Fedka were sawing up wood|when they brought them in on a truck. There were another|two of our guys with them. . . {y:i}Vladimir Gostyukhin {y:i}Yuri Stepanov You killed my brother! Yes, I killed your brother!|And a whole lot more! I whipped your sorry black arses and|I'll keep whipping them because you're enemies. . . Did they pay you well? Don't kill me! Please! I just arrived,|I'm not guilty! Please! My mum's all alone. . . Scum. {y:i}WAR Look down! - What's he want?|- Something in English. Take the bucket - it stinks! - Who was shooting?|- They killed two of ours. Give me your hand. Shit happens... Take the jug. It’ll be us next! I didn't like her at first -|full of herself. Wouldn't even look at you. I didn't understand|that she was just embarrassed. We all crapped in the same bucket. And I thought ginger|was a right weed. In the hole, it's|every man for himself - you're always hungry|and they beat you the whole time. He wasn't too bad, though.|He looked after her. |A "gentleman'. And from the start with me. . .|because of my English, no doubt. Back in Tobolsk I finished|computer school and in Chechnya I'd get the news|by Internet for Aslan. . . .and a whole lot more besides. I whipped your sorry black arses and|I'll keep whipping them because you're enemies. . . Did they pay you well? Don't kill me! Please!|I just arrived, I'm not guilty! Please! My mum's all. . . I'm worn out. Can't get any relaxation.|There's a war on. . . When will it end? When all the Russians|will live in the North. You're white.|You've got the White Sea. We're black.|We've got the Black Sea. Why did you kill the lads? It took me three years|to find that Lieutenant. I paid thirty grand to get him. He shot my brother. I found him in Rostov. He killed a lot more|good Muslims besides. . . And the youngster? Who needs someone like that? He goes off to get some vodka. There's a war on,|and he leaves his post. Is that any way to carry on, Ivan? No. You're either a shepherd or a sheep. Those who let themselves be skewered -|they're the sheep. Russians. There are people amongst you. I saw one in jail near Virkhayansk. A hardcore convict, strong,|like a Chechen. If people like him led Russia,|you could win this war. But you've got too few of them. You're stupid and weak.|And you're led by half -wits. You've given back|the Ukraine, Kazakhstan. You've just given away|half the country for free. Soon the Chinese|will take the Far East. You're fighting us while in Moscow I've got a hotel,|three restaurants, four brigades in Petersburg, Moscow and Samara. I milk the Russians like cows but we still get money|out of the state budget. Do you know... why you fight badly? You don't know? Because you're not fighting|for your Homeland! You fight because you've been herded|out here like a sheep. I know my ancestors going|back seven generations. I'm a descendant|of the Murid, Hadji Kazi. A hundred and fifty years ago|he was already cutting you lot up. This is my land and I'll clear it of unbelieving dogs until there's not a Russian|from here to Volgograd. Got it? So, what are they writing|about us on the Internet? The satellite's gone,|we'll catch another. Aslan, tell your men|not to beat me round the head. This is the Internet,|you've got to use your brains and there's a lot in English. And the foreigners asked if they|could have a wash. Come here. I'll pay! I'll pay! In accordance with|the Shariat taking money from Jews|for military actions is considered legitimate. And while you won't pay us I'll pay! We will cut your fingers off. I tried to translate|what Aslan had said, but John didn't understand. So I just said they don't like Jews. Can I have another cigarette? He got it immediately about Jews, but that it was all a put on for him,|that they were getting him ready. . . What did the Jew's seventy grand|matter to Aslan? They didn't mention a ransom|to John for a month. They beat one guy|to frighten the others. The main thing for them is to break a man,|so that he'll pay the money himself. |And they certainly know|how to break a man. Then they took us away. Where're they taking him? You just worry about yourself. Shut up, bitch! - What's he want?|- Something to drink. He can wait. Nice place! Been in long? Captain Medvedev.|Give a proper report. - What?|- Give a proper report. Take it easy! Right, attention! Who are you? Private Kulik. Sergeant Yermakov. Captured on May 10th, 2001 ,|during a battle on the road from Alkhan Yurt to Urus Martan,|while carrying supplies. And them? They're commercial.|Actors from England. They were doing|a theatre tour in Georgia. Well, they're actors. . . At ease. We mustn't let things slip, lads.|There's a war on. Is it your back, Comrade Captain? Contusion and shrapnel|round the vertebrae. Let me take a look. Fedka! How did it happen? How? We were on a transporter. A rocket went straight through Kit,|a guy in my platoon. I only worked it out|when I came round. Whoever was inside|the transporter bought it. So we were lucky. . . You may have been lucky. . . But what about your platoon? I got concussed just like you,|Comrade Captain. And the bullet's here. . . How long had you served? Two weeks to go before|my tour was over. And him? Still wet behind the ears.|His first year. Captain Medvedev was a tough nut,|no doubt about it. Everyone worked that out straight away. You can't break a guy Like that,|can't wear him down. If we'd had more Like him,|what an army we'd have had! We all felt his strength,|his confidence. He's lying there, can't even get up,|but he's got this calm inside him. A commander. And Margaret fell in love with him -|I new straight away. - I think we're somewhere here.|- Here? It seemed to me they took us further. No. We didn't go faster|than 25 to 30 an hour. And up into the mountains. No, it's a mountain pass. With machinegun placements. I think they're guarding|the road to Georgia. If only we knew what that river is. . . What's the difference? Well, I'm getting hungry. She says you have to exercise. . . Careful, careful. . . Here. Like that? Says they can't come up with two million,|even if they sell everything. Says the government won't pay. They're in negotiations|with the Russians. He says they'll do everything. Right, enough! Same thing over and over|for half an hour! What's she to him? Fiancee. He's not lying? No. Ask him if he could get|two million together. Yes, he says he can. Tell him the woman stays with me. In exactly two months|he gives me two million. If he doesn't, the whole lot|of us will fuck her and then I'll cut her fucking head off. Tell him. Why're you using foul language?|Allah forbids it. Speaking Russian is the same|as using foul language. To Allah, all your words|are the same. Translate. I didn't believe they'd let us go. It wasn't the Chechen way.|Too smart for them. And they like|to play with you: tell you you're going|to be released. Let you wash in the river. Then you sit and wait|for two days, get ready. . . Well, I expected a trick. . . Come on, what's the hold up? It's not an order.|Just a favour. . . - Comrade Captain!|- You know the address? I'll do everything,|if I get out before you. I can't decide whether|to let you go or not. The baksheesh for you is rubbish. They're paying nothing. And who'll get|on the Internet for me? The Captain. I know you put the wrong address|on the letter you wrote. You said. Alright, tell them about the Captain. I'm tired - be a shame|to kill him. I paid fifty thousand for him. If they don't let my nephew go,|who'll give me that money back? Tell them I'll wait|another month and that's it. Will he get the money together? I think so.|He wants to get married. We're counting from today. Or he won't have|anyone left to marry. Alright. Don't come back. I won't let you go a second time. How should he pass|the money on? If he wants to,|he'll find a way. Tell him to give|his number and I'II phone. Give him this.|He can watch it later. No, they're not taking us to Grozny. No, definitely not to Grozny. Don't get worked up.|They'll stop the car. . . take us out and shoot us.|You know Aslan. He let us go.|I don't know why. No one paid for us,|that's for sure! If it had been Khattab or Basaev,|that I'd understand. . . there's politics involved. But who's Gugaev? Maybe it was a trade -off|with the local security service. Someone told me it|happens all the time. The FSB swap a gangster,|then get the credit. They said they'd carried out|a secret service mission to free us.|Well, the usual nonsense. It didn't make any difference|to me who did what. Could I have some more water? What? Yes, they should have. No, they won't. I don't know, cheap. They don't pay a lot for a soldier. We're not commercial, just slaves really. How much for a commercial? Depends. There's a market in Shatoi.|The prices go up and down there. Buy one, order another. . . "Order'? Well, how do you "order' a murder?|Are you just off the moon? But you're talking|about gangsters! Chechens are gangsters. - All of them?|- Yes. That's the anger in you talking. Well, you know best.|Listen, can I have a cigarette? We were slaves.|We had to earn our food. And what did you do? Everything. In the fields,|sawing wood. All sorts. Was it hard? Not really. Anything's better|than sitting in the cellar. 0nIy the nutcases|used to beat us. They'd get high and have|some fun kicking us. We wanted more food.|And there was no salt. You coming to Petersburg? No, I'm going home. I want to be in time|to get into the Linguistics University on the interpreter's faculty. . . You don't know any English,|and the exams have finished. My Mum was at school|with the rector. And the military board will help. Mum said I have|to be quick though. Tobolsk, via Petersburg. Listen, if you're ever in Nizhny, here. . . Ivan, you know, I. . . Alright, Fedka.|Maybe we'll meet again. . . Before going to the|Medvedev family I told everyone in Chechnya|about the Captain phoned headquarters then managed to phone|the Interior Ministry. Told the cops about|Gugaev's nephew in prison. Just the way Aslan wanted. When I went to see the Medvedevs,|I knew there was nothing doing. They're good people,|spoke with me, gave me tea. I just worried about my|socks making a stink. . . - Please, help yourself.|- Thank you. And what's he doing there? Nothing. Waiting for|a prisoner exchange. - Why don't they exchange him?|- Mother! The Chechen was|sentenced to execution, then the sentence was reduced.|He's a danger to society, so they won't to let him go,|and it s taking forever. But why's it taking forever? Mother, put the tea on. Why take forever?|Why keep a Chechen they... wanted to execute anyway?|I don't understand. I always said about those men|in their caps. I never used to buy my oranges|from them in the market. Tell me, is he really|in good health? Yes. What can I say?|Do I look healthy? Well, he's healthier than me and he asked me|to tell you not to worry. Asked me to tell. . .|asked me to tell. . . My Dad's a hero. He's defending|our Homeland against gangsters. He'll come back soon, and we'll|go to the zoo like we used to. And then I went home to Tobolsk.|And John went to look for the money. Ivan? Is it you? I thought you were at the war! Don't you remember me?|I'm Simakov, Stepan. - So, all over then?|- What? Well, the war! We'll have to get them in!|I'll tell the lads. - How's your dad doing?|- What about my dad? Well, he's in hospital,|up on the hill. Hi, Sliva. Hi, Ivan. Unfold it, and then put it through. . . Nothing had changed at home.|In a word, Siberia. Two years had passed -|it was like I'd never left. Sliva still a bandit,|same as he was at school. His parents got him out|of being conscripted. It's a shame - would've seen|the world, worked some things out. Most of the people there|haven't been further than Tyumen. Mum had aged a lot though,|and Dad. . . Hi, Zinka. My dad's here. . . Ivan! We saw you on TV! Zin, my dad's here. . . Have you seen Katya? Zin, my dad's here! Eh, yes, yes. . . Why do I drink, son? Because life's become boring. I lived until I was about forty and that was it. Misery, all of it. No love, son. It's good that you were at war. War makes a man of you. And that's what you should be. A man has strength. It's all held|together by that strength. I had strength, but it's gone. If I could be up and|on my way to war now! Don't be angry with me|about your mother she's a good woman but I've just fallen out|of love with her. You'll understand later. Remember, son: if you fall out of love,|walk away! You can't live without love.|You mustn't, son! Hello, mum. Ivan! Everyone says they saw you|on television, but I missed it. It's no big deal. . . To our brothers, Sapek, Uvar,|Taran and Tolka who are no longer with us. They hadn't been at war.|Our own Siberian lads killed them. We all went to the same school.|Some my age, some older. I didn't know Taran at all,|but Sashka Uvarov was a friend of mine. Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs The position of the President|of the Russian Federation, Mr. Putin is that we mustn't pay ransoms|to terrorists for hostages. So I apologize. I wanted to work with computers -|nothing doing. You say you were in Chechnya,|and they start scratching their chins. "We're using new|technologies here,' they say. So I got knocked|back everywhere. The military board|were no use either. I could get work loading|trucks without them. Ivan, let's get married. Where will we live? Dad will be out of the hospital|soon, then what? Ivan, you asked me to wake you! I'm up Auntie Val! Put the tea on. - Why aren't you at work today?|- Because it's Saturday. I bought some good tea, "Akbar'! Aren't you from round here then? 'No -speaka -di -Russian'... Ah, you want Ivan! Should have said, instead|of mumbling away. How did he get there?|I don't know. Doesn't speak a word of Russian. Alright, in Moscow they put him|on a plane, but in Tyumen? He found the station,|bought a bus ticket then on the ferry, then he|found me. Good going. As soon as I saw him,|I knew. Knew what? What was going to happen. . . .into the mountains|to hunt goats. Let's see the documents. And the cartridges? As they should be by law, officer.|They're stored separately. Alright. Good day. - Can we have our own compartment?|- Not shy, are we? We'll pay. . . I can't make any promises. Take Compartment Six for now|and we'll see. Anything you say, my lovely!|I'll be hoping. . . Be off with you, my "lovely'. Why did I go?|Not for money, that s for certain. But why? I don t know. Maybe to get Aslan. Probably because|of the Captain though. I asked our commander about him,|I asked for help. He's got connections|from back in Afghanistan. He said, "What're you worried about,|be happy you got out. "It's not your war,|we'll manage without you.' I got angry about it. And I felt sorry for Ginger.|Where'd he be without me? And why not ride to Vladikavkaz|and back for free?! What were the gun and|the ammunition for then? But we were going|to the Caucasus! And the stuff was good,|I could always use it for hunting. And he was paying! Hi, guys. I'm Alexander Matrosov!|Where to? That way. I got it. I'll put the case|away, alright? Hey, skinny! American? Alexander Matrosov. This is John, and I'm Ivan. Guys, I'm Alexander Matrosov! No free compartment,|so I'll have to cramp your style. Soon the scum will clear off.|But, for now, I'll play host! - Anything else?|- Take it easy for the moment. They're reliable guys.|They're responsible, you say the word, and that's it!|No going back! Of course, they're|black -arsed scum, but they deliver the goods bang|on time and never screw you! And you know some major|players down there? Come on, Ivan! !|I'm Alexander Matrosov! Well, I might have some|business for you, Matrosov. Hey, scumbag! Get us some more vodka,|and get us some nibbles. . . Look, skinny's conked out. He was a funny guy,|Alexander Matrosov. He was buying heroin from|the Chechens and taking it to Russia. We got very drunk|in the restaurant car. I saw straight away|he was a con -artist. I didn't tell him anything,|just checked him out. . . Arriving in Vadikavkaz!|Do you want the ticket receipts? Hello? Can I speak|to Alexander Kardanov? Yes, Kardanov. They'd talked a lot of rubbish|to John in Moscow. There was no big shot ex-KGB guy|who exchanges hostages. The guy said he was an FSB Major. He knew we were coming|and was waiting. When I met him I knew we'd|landed in a right mess. But what was I supposed to do -|turn round and go home? You were prepared|to kill, even then? Journalist, you go off to play pool|back in Moscow. What's your goal? To pocket|some balls, in order to win. Well, this is war, this is. . . Sergeant, what're you getting|so worked up for him about? Comrade Major, it's not my money,|so I couldn't care less. But ten percent is steep.|He hasn't got much as it is. Gugaev knows how much we've got -|any less and he won't let her go. He'll either rape her or cut|her ears off - I know. And we're late - only four days left. The ten percent isn't for me. There's my people,|the people in Chechnya. It's a big operation - What if we said 50,000? I wouldn't be sitting here, Sergeant.|What are we haggling for? You’ve got the money with you? Who carries that kind of money,|Comrade Major? What guarantees can you give? Serious people in Moscow|gave you my number, Sergeant, and I don't give out I0Us. You've no choice, Sergeant. Without|me you're screwed, got it? Day after tomorrow,|we meet here. I'll bring the money. There s one condition -|I go with you. |
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