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Second group,
move into position.

Left flank, spread out.

Ready?

Yes, First Lieutenant, sir.

Again, Sergeant,

tell your men
we attack in absolute silence.

Yes, sir!

[somber music]
♪♪

We move out silently.

No cheering for the Motherland!

I want no battle cries!

- Not a word, do you hear me?
- Sir, yes, sir!

So many new recruits,
they'll shout anyway.

Keep quiet, no yelling.

Why we gotta do that?

You better be grateful
for the Commander.

The longer the Germans
don't notice us,

the better our chances
of reaching those trenches.

[soldiers shivering]

Vanya,

you talking to yourself?

Alright then.

Eliseev!

- What are you looking around for?
- My insignia just fell off.

Your insignia?
Your head will be next.

Get in to position, now!

Yes, sir.

Quiet, boys.

Keep quiet.

[soldiers screaming]

[screaming continues]

[loud explosions]

[somber music]
♪♪

[soldiers screaming]

[heavy gunfire]

[soldier yelling]

[somber music continues]

[soldier screaming]

[Political Officer gasps]

[young soldier laughs]

- Pozdnyakov.
- Huh?

You got a grenade?

Aw, come on.

Grenade, now!

[tense music]
♪♪

[automatic gunfire]

There!

[soldiers screaming]

[soldier screaming]

[screaming continues]

[soldiers battle cry]

[tense music]
♪♪

[thud]

Alex, all good?
Let's move!

You son-of-a-bitch!

[soldier screams]

[soldier sobbing]

[soldier grunts]

[tense music continues]
♪♪

[loud explosions]

[Kartsev gasps]

[Kartsev grunting]

Alive?

[tense music]
♪♪

Schneller!

- Alright, follow me.
- Yeah.

Let's move.

[explosion]

[somber music]
♪♪

[young soldier laughs]

Barkov, come on down!

[suspenseful music]
♪♪

[Barkov sighs]

[somber music]
♪♪

[soldier screaming]

[soldier screaming]

[soldiers grunting]

[soldier screaming]

[automatic gunfire]

[somber music]
♪♪

So, how's it looking?

Enjoying the morning.

It looks like the Germans left,
Political Officer.

Rest in place!

[Kartsev sighs]

If I'm being honest guys,

it was lucky
we won the village.

Lucky?

What do you mean?

Well, we just threw
men at them.

Cannon fodder.

[Machikhin pants]

What about our
fighting spirit?

The momentum of our attack?

We won't get far

on momentum alone.

If we lose this many men,

taking every village.

We won't make it to Berlin.

Shut up, Machikhin.
That's an order.

It's bad enough already.

Yes, sir. No problem.

Hey,

Great Sage.

What'd you do before the war?

I was an accountant
on a collective farm.

At the collective farm

in our village one winter,

our accountant fell
in the lake,

and froze off both his balls.

What...

Give me that.

- [soldier laughs]

- [grunts]

All I'm saying is,

I'd hate to be an accountant,

no thanks.

Comrade Officer,

permission to scour
the village?

It could be useful.

The rations won't get here
before dark anyways.

You can ask...

the Commander if he thinks
you should do that.

- If he allows you, it's fine.
- Alright.

I'm on it.

Great Sage.

It's not my fault
the guns are broken.

We'll fashion
a functioning gun

from the two broken guns,
sound good?

Are you with me?

Expect an ammunition

and causality report
in ten minutes.

One thing we do know,

Lieutenant Komarin
and First Sergeant Pavlenko

are dead.

The Germans underestimated
our force greatly.

We took the village,
and now we've got to hold it.

Boys, look at this.

Usovo's here.

Panovo, here.

And there, and there,
are the Germans.

Right smack dab in the middle
is our Ovsyannikovo.

We're sticking out
like a sore thumb.

Our troops better take Usovo
or Panovo very soon,

or we'll all be in for
one hell of a fight.

By now, the Germans are ready.

They'll try to push us
right back out.

- Sysoev?
- Huh?

You replace Komarin.

Yes, sir.

Lavrov.

You take over for
Lieutenant Pavlenko.

We all need to choose
clever men

as our replacements.

Oganesyan,

that barbed wire
has got to be moved

to the edge of the village.

We're too exposed.
No walls or trenches.

- Lavrov,
- Here.

get the wounded
into a clean shack.

Sysoev,

set up a perimeter.

And go take a closer look
at those church ruins.

Uh-huh.
Yes, sir.

- Alright, men, let's get to it.
- Yes, sir.

- [grunts]

Take a look at
the handiwork here.

First Lieutenant,

those bastards...
they know what they're doing.

Yes, Kartsev.

This hole cost us half
our troop, in fact.

Yeah...

then probably Machikhin's right.

It was dumb luck
that we even took the village.

Komarin was killed.

He's replaced by Sysoev,
and you...

you'll take his place as
a squad leader in your platoon.

I'm not the best at leading,
sir.

You should see
what else I can do.

I could be your messenger.
I know I can help out with that.

Why don't you
want the command?

I'm no kingpin.
A leader, that is.

Kostya, I've heard about
enough of that gangster slang.

You're no criminal.

No sir, not me.

They tainted my tongue,

with some course language, sir.

I got that from Maryina Roshcha.

A rough area.

You know that part of Moscow?

- Yeah.

- We all talk like
hooligans there.

Alright, then you're
my messenger.

Yes, sir!

- [Zhurkin crying]

What is it, soldier?

Zhurkin, are you bleeding?

I just...

wanted to wound him
in the arm.

He threw up his hands.

He slipped and fell down on...

over there...

It's not my fault.
It's not my fault.

[Zhurkin crying]

Hell, bullseye.

You got him good.

He's a barber from Bryansk.

In training,
he was as happy as a bird.

He's out of it,
got something for his spirits?

- Huh?
- Spirits, a drink!

That's what I've been saying,
sir.

We're outta grub and drink.

I could go through
those shacks.

Maybe there's some food tins
or tobacco.

The resupply ain't going
be here before nightfall.

Good, take care of it.

Someone should look
after Zhurkin.

Yes, sir.

Then check right back
in with me after,

and keep a close eye on that
abandoned church.

Will do, First Lieutenant!

Now, let me see...

Barkov!

Barkov!

- What?
- Come down here.

Zhurkin's lost it.

He needs your help.

What's wrong with you?

Your leg ain't broke.

The Commander gave me
a new assignment.

I'm his messenger now.

Look, he made one.

Barkov.

Look. Apparently Zhurkin
gave this guy

a pretty good deal
on a shave.

Free of charge.

My God.

He could really use...

use some alcohol,
if you got some on you.

Get outta here, you jackass.

I remember...

during that last war
with Germany,

this business
of your first battle.

It was taken more seriously.

Men wore clean underwear.

[somber music]
♪♪

A priest said a prayer.

[Barkov gasps]

We wrote to our families.

But these days we're just...

we just wing it.

No reconnaissance.

Germans could've had...

a whole battalion out here.

They could've killed us all.

In a heartbeat.

God have mercy on my soul.

Go, go, go, move!

Hey, get your ass in gear!

Let's get moving.

- March!
- Hey, hey, hey.

Arms to the trenches!

- Collected the documents?
- What?

- The papers! You got them?
- Nope.

Give them to
the Commander after.

Let's go, boys!

Reporting for duty, sir.

I, Private Ivan Basov,

have searched the officer's HQ,
where we found...

six tins of food,

three packs of crackers,
and some bacon.

A big piece of bacon.

And schnapps,
in a glass bottle.

Very high quality.

That means...

you got here just
a little too late.

We'll just have to see
about that, Ivan.

- Because, I can always find food.
- Uh-huh.

- But you,
- What?

you missed out on the medals

they just gave at
the awards ceremony.

[Kartsev laughs]

- What?
- That's right.

The Commander over
at the bunker

just gave out six medals.

And now Zhurkin
and I get our medals

for special merits.

Courage and Valor.

So, if anyone's late,
it's you.

Uh-huh.

So listen, Kostya,

if you're bullshitting,

I'll shove that cap
up your ass.

- Clear?
- Uh-huh.

One more thing...

- Remember,
- Huh?

you can lead
a horse to water...

Screw you.

[cork pops]

[Kartsev grunts]

[tense music]
♪♪

Ah, Ivan,

[sniffs, exhales]

doesn't look like you're
getting any schnapps,

or any tobacco today.

My, my, my.

Oh, Ivan,

today is not your day.

Hey, hey, hey!
Let's get a move on!

The Germans will be back
any minute!

Move those outta here!

No standing around,
liven up!

Pick up your feet, men.

[somber music]
♪♪

You still living, kid?

Best I can.

What are you staring at?
Huh?

It's just...

Sergeant Sysoev told me

I gotta clear out
the dead Germans,

and I can't.

Maybe you're scared.

Here,

take a sip.

Liquid courage.

Go ahead.

Come on.

Oh.

- [Kartsev laughs]
- [Somov gags]

How old are you kid?

17.

How old?

17.

- [Kartsev laughs]

I lied on the paper.

Why's that?

So that I could get to the front
as soon as possible.

We were worried,

my whole class.

What if we sign up for fighting
and it's over?

Now that I can understand.

Alright.

How about I give you a hand?

- Uh-huh!
- Boy scout.

- [Somov gasps]

Well?

Don't just stand there.

Pick him up.

Here we go.

One sec.

[both grunt]

Alright.

You did good,
boy scout.

You didn't chicken out
on your...

first battle.

You held your own.

Right along with the others.

It was intense,

Intense,

for sure.

I only kept up because
I was so scared.

And then I was so scared

that I might miss my chance
to shoot a German,

that I didn't even...
fire my gun.

And you weren't...

scared that

you'd get plugged?

Huh?

- One, two, three!
- I didn't really...

think about it,

like that.

You didn't think.

The thing I've been meaning
to ask you.

Where the hell are you from?

From Moscow.

First Meschanskaya.

Oh, you son-of-a-bitch!

We're basically neighbors.

Would you look at that!

I wondered why you looked
so familiar to me.

I'm from Third Meschanskaya!

Kartsev,

Kostya.

Viktor Somov.

So, we went to
the same theaters.

We're totally connected,
neighbor!

Which one did you go to
visit most often?

Forum, I'd guess.

Ah...

and on warm summer nights,

there was music in the garden,
and dancing.

♪ My Bonnie lies
over the ocean ♪

♪ My Bonnie lies over the sea ♪
♪ My Bonnie lies ♪

[Kartsev laughs]

You drink beer,

go to the movies.

[exhales]

What a life, huh?

Are you kidding me?

Sysoev,

I found us some
schnapps to drink.

Somov!

Were my orders not clear?

Let's all have a drink.

Celebrate skipping out on death,

and not being buried
in the ground.

Stop it!

Kartsev, who the hell
put you in charge?

Where'd you get that?

Basov felt like sharing.

Have a drink
and forget about it.

Knock it off!

We don't need you
poisoning the men

with that German piss!

What are you staring at?

Start preparing this position
for a fight, on the double.

Is that understood?

What's your deal?

After the hell we went through,

you can calm your nerves a bit.

I saw your face back there,
white as a ghost.

I turn pale when I'm angry.

I have no nerves to speak of.

You got it?

Nerves are no good
for a soldier.

So wise, Sergeant.

This discussion is over!

And remember, Kartsev,

I lead the platoon now.

- Uh-huh.
- Uh-huh.

I'm the commander's liaison.

Get it?

Then fuck off,

back to command.

As you wish.

It's a one time offer.

♪ My bonnie lies over the ocean
my Bonnie lies over the sea♪

- ♪ my Bonnie lies
over the sea ♪

- That son-of-a-bitch.

Don't pull at it,
it'll break.

What do you think,
Commander?

Will the Germans...
try again tonight?

At night?
Well before then, I think.

Why'd they give us
the village so easily?

They had no clue
as to the scale of our attack,

so they retreated.

I'm more worried about
Usovo for now.

Probably out of time.

Completely unprofessional.

If we'd have taken both
villages at the same time,

we'd have the third village
within our front alone.

And the Germans
would be running home. And done!

This panic won't help you,
First Lieutenant.

Who's panicking here?

I'm making a sober assessment
of the situation.

And if my hands
were shaking in fear,

I wouldn't try to pass off
my shame onto others.

[somber music]
♪♪

You're right.

When I saw those soldiers
get torn to pieces,

I lost my nerve.

And when the soldier behind me
got sliced in two,

it was like everything
went dark.

The battle ended,
hours ago,

but they won't stop...

shaking.

So I've been trying
to pull myself...

together.

Victor, Victor, Bravo,
you there?

You trying to look better
than the rest of us?

Victor, Victor, this is Bravo!
Do you copy?

[telephone whirring]

What for?

Victor, do you copy?

Victor, are you there?

It's what's expected of me.

Maybe you're right about that.

Yes, Bravo!

- First Lieutenant, sir!
-Yes.

The battalion Commander.

Yes, I hear you Captain.

Reporting:

Ovsyannikovo has been
fully liberated

from the German invaders.

Yes, sir. All clear.

- All clear.
- Semyonov.

Come here.

- Right around 25 units per day.
- Don't you see all this smut?

Take it all down!

- Maybe two clips per man.
- Get rid of this

- German filth.
- Can't say exactly how many.

Best case scenario,

the anti-tank guns,
three are fully functional.

- There, under the bed.
- Report will be ready soon.

Armor-piercers have barely
been fired,

so we have plenty
of .45 cal ammo.

For a grenade count,

we have around twenty
for each platoon.

But, Captain,

I suffered heavy losses,
lost half my men.

Yes, I hear you loud
and clear.

We've sent reinforcements.

Two machine gun teams.

As soon as they arrive,

place them across
your left flank.

They'll provide cover fire.

I hear you, Captain.

But right now, two anti-tank
guns would help more

than machine guns.

- The captured guns don't work.
- It's Ovsyannikovo.

We need more fire power.

This is Lieutenant Colonel
Larionov.

Listen to me, First Lieutenant.

The machine guns will be used

to cover the attack on Usovo.

And be ready
to join the battle as necessary.

Is that clear enough?

That's an impossible
directive!

I've only got half
a company left!

I didn't ask you how many men

you have left in your company.

My question was
if you understood your order.

[tense music]
♪♪

I understand,
Lieutenant Colonel.

[Commander sighs]

How's it going, guys?

How's our barber?

Refreshed?

He's still shivering.

I'm alright.

Well then,
let's set the table.

Order up!

Cans of...

fascist food.

Two times.

Heads up!

Where'd you get it, Kartsev?

Long story.

If it weren't for Basov,
we'd have a real feast.

- Right.
- Who wants crackers?

He got there first?

Yeah sure,
but I got him right back.

- [Kartsev laughs]

Thankfully someone thought
about us, eh?

We haven't had a bite to eat
since yesterday.

You heard the Comm Soldiers
dropped by, huh?

They brought telephones
and cables,

but no one told them they
should pack some sandwiches,

and caviar!

You ain't kidding.

No food's coming here
before nightfall.

- That's for sure.
- If we all last that long...

[soldiers laughing]

So, how are we feeling,
comrades?

[soldiers sigh]

I'm alright.

How do you think
we're feeling?

Like horse shit.

The Krauts will
push back at us,

and shoot us dead
in the field,

when we try to run.

If I see you running,

then you only need to worry
about me, Barkov.

Enough.
You've seen for yourselves

that together we can beat
the Germans.

[suspenseful music]
♪♪

[somber music]
♪♪

Anti-tank guns,
when are they coming here?

Soon!
As soon as it gets dark.

Plenty of ammo, too.

All sorts of things.

Just wait until it gets dark.

[loud explosion]

Quick guys, let's move.

Take your rifle!

Well the machine guns
are right on time.

If they make it.

Move, move!

Go! Go!

Come on, boys.

Go, go.
Get it, move!

Take cover.

Son-of-a...

They're firing from both sides.

Take cover!

They're going.

- [loud explosion]
- [soldier screaming]

On me!

Can we help?

- Go!
- Yeah.

Go, go.
Make it, move.

Move, move, move, move!

Go, go, take it.
Move!

- Let's go.
- Hurry up.

- Go, go!
- Take it! Move!

Go, go, go!

Here, take over.

Take it.

- How was your trip?
- Piss off.

Kartsev,

run quickly to the Commander

and inform him that our machine
guns have arrived.

I'm on it.

Which house is it?

Up there on the left,

- the other is the hospital.
- Uh-huh.

Sergeant, how we doing?

I'm alright.

I'll escort you
to the left flank.

- I lost one of mine.
- Yes, I saw.

Zhurkin, look alive.

You just joined
the machine gun crew.

You will report to Sergeant...

- Ushakov.
- Ushakov.

Come with me.

Come on, kid.

Welcome to the action squad.

Let's head to the left flank.

Go, go, go, go.

Don't dawdle, keep moving.

So Usovo will be taken.

Man, who's running
this show anyway, huh?

What did it cost us
to take this village?

Half our guys!

We need anti-tank guns.

We need backup.
We got nothing.

They don't know
what they're doing.

[soldier spits angrily]

And if we lose the village,

they'll say it's our fault.

- [grunts]

- [grunts]

Go ahead, Somov.

Tell me, Sergeant,

how long have you
known Kartsev?

Ten days,

about as long...

as the company was formed.

Why do you ask?

Maybe he's not

who he says.

He's not who you think he is.

How's that?

Hey.

The boys got
the furnace working?

First Lieutenant, sir,

good news.

Machine guns are here!

Excellent.

Some more good news,

there wasn't much grub,

but a bottle of schnapps
is ours.

Let's have one

to remember the fallen.

Never forget them.

[tense music]
♪♪

[coughing]

Don't just sit there.

Help yourself.

Thank you.

- First Lieutenant, sir.
- Yes.

What did you do
before the war?

I was working as the Chief
Engineer at a coal mine.

So that's it,

why you're such a down
to Earth boss.

But Sysoev,

he's in charge one day,

and he's already starting
to shut down.

Fighting his own men.

Let's go.
Kartsev, on me.

Let's see what's going on
with that left flank.

Why didn't you
tell me before?

I wasn't sure,

but when he mentioned
he's from Moscow,

I knew it.

I'll be damned.

And the Commander just made him
his personal messenger.

Not a word
about this to anyone.

- I'll go see the Commander.
- Yes, sir.

So? What is it?

The attack on Usovo
just started.

[soldiers yelling]

[suspenseful music]
♪♪

Sergeant, this is an order.

Take your machine gun
and open fire on them.

It's no use.

They're at least a mile
away out of range.

All we'd be doing
is showing them where we are.

What's your problem?
Did you not hear the order?

I wish I could help you,
Commander,

but if we open fire now,

then the Germans
will target our guns.

Then how will we repel
an attack?

Sergeant!

Open flanking fire
towards Usovo!

Let them have it.

[heavy gunfire]

I know they can do it,

but the Krauts
are so heavily armed.

That's not the problem.

We've lost the element
of surprise.

This morning we had
the advantage.

But now, they've had time
to prepare for us.

[suspenseful music continues]
♪♪

Are they retreating?

- Commander?
- Yeah?

Maybe it's a good time
to move the guns

to the backup positions, huh?

- [speaking German]

[cannon rattling]

[tense music]
♪♪

[speaking German]

First Lieutenant!!

Commander!

Fire!

- Commander!
- What's he doing?

I don't know.

Sir, I need to speak with you!

[loud explosions]

Get the machine guns
under cover!

Move now!

Take cover, soldiers!

Take cover!

[explosions]

[suspenseful music]
♪♪

Sysoev!

[Sysoev grunting]

Political Officer!

Get them moving!

- Everyone take cover, now!
- Move!

Move to the trenches.
Now!

Stand up, stand up.

[loud explosions]

- My leg, my leg!
- Stay down!

My leg, my leg!

- Sasha!
- Sasha!

Here's your leg!

- [Sasha screams]

First Lieutenant, a medic!

We need to get him
to a medic!

I know!
Keep holding him there!

Sasha!

Sasha,

I'm right here
with you brother!

[suspenseful music]
♪♪

Who the hell is that?

- Commander?
- Look!

Here take this.

I don't wanna die.

[yelling continues]

Give me a stretcher!

You, come here!
Bring a stretcher!

- Come on!
- Yes, sir.

Sanya, take over for me!

[loud explosions]

[soldier grunts]

- ♪ You are my sunshine ♪

♪ My only sunshine ♪

♪ You make me happy ♪

♪ When skies are gray ♪

♪ You'll never know dear ♪

♪ How much I love you ♪

♪ Please Don't take my
sunshine away ♪

♪ The other night dear
as I lay sleeping ♪

♪ I dreamed I held you ♪

One time,

my grandmother

called my neighbor

Gregory,

to slaughter a cow.

He showed up,

as they say,
with a wicked hangover,

shakes and everything.

He said...
he said, "Mama,

pour me a drink,
hair of the dog."

Well, what else could she do?

Where could she go?
Nowhere.

So, she pours him a drink.

So then, Gregory...

Hey, get up.

...he drinks it down,
without blinking,

and stumbles over to the barn,

drunk as hell,

where he gets kicked

right smack dab
in the head by a cow!

Wham!

Granny thought that was
the end of Gregory,

but this guy,
grabs a sledgehammer

and swings it!

[Basov pants]

Hey there, Kartsev!

You piece of shit.

Where's my schnapps?

Fourteen wounded boys,
and all the medics,

blown to pieces,
blown to pieces.

[Basov cries]

So then Gregory
takes the sledgehammer,

and swings it
with all his might!

He brings it down
on the cow's head,

but the hammer bounces back,

and knocks him square
in the head.

It's mayhem!

Everyone's yelling.

My granny,
the dog, the cow...

Lieutenant Colonel,

the attack on Usovo
was a failure,

with heavy losses.

The Germans fired on
Ovsyannikovo.

They may return
to take the village.

Can we send some help?

The 30th Army
is headed this way,

coming with mortars
and tanks.

They could be here
any minute now.

Or any day now,
who knows.

If only we had an idea.

Maybe we could give them guns
or some men.

But we don't know.

So, we hope,

and hold.

And while we're waiting,

they can take care
of themselves.

We won't bother
with roll call now.

There's no place,
or time for it.

But, relay my words
to your platoons.

[somber music]
♪♪

Soon, the Germans
will move in on us.

They'll attack without warning,

and they're fully aware
of our arms and numbers,

so we won't be able
to fool them,

like we did before.

The Germans know us
inside and out.

They're watching and waiting.

That's for sure.

They count on us
retreating from this place,

and no question
that move would be a wise one.

So...

we have no reinforcements.

We can only count
on ourselves.

Boys, this is the job.

[somber music continues]
♪♪

Fighter!

Airstrike!

No reason to panic.
It's a scout plane.

- Just surveillance on
our position.

- What's it doing here?

Well, now they're
getting serious.

Oh boy,
now we're in trouble.

So, we're supposed
to feel like

we've been on summer
vacation until now?

How much worse could it get?

What the hell?

Run out of bombs, did you?

What a circus.

Great Sage,
you like the circus?

No, actually,

I've never been.

I have.

I saw trained monkeys.

- They're just like people.
- Uh-huh.

Seriously.

Just like people.

[airplane whirring]

[airplane whirring]

What are these
pamphlets about?

"Save the fleet,

"eat less wheat."

Propaganda, Somov.

From the Germans.

They say anyone
who defects will be spared.

They even attached a pass.

You don't need to read,
just enjoy the nice pictures.

[both laugh sarcastically]
Uh-huh.

Do not lay a finger
on those pamphlets.

You're in for a court-martial
if you do!

Semyonov,
collect the pamphlets, now!

They don't even trust us.

They think
if we read this junk,

we'll desert the troop.

Have the Soviet leaders
ever trusted the us?

Not once.

The regime checks
our backgrounds

like we're criminals.

Easy what you say there,
brother,

or someone will snitch on you.

- Yeah, sure
- Don't read them!

Collect them all.

Don't you dare
read those pamphlets.

So where are we
supposed to look, then?

They're everywhere!
What do you want?

Alright Machikhin,

come with me.

Grab your helmet
and help me.

No reading,
especially out loud.

- How can he collect pamphlets
and not touch them?

- Go on ahead, go!

Won't he be shot for this,
Political Officer?

Listen up, Kartsev,

if you're going to make me
look like a fool

in front of these men,
I will punch your teeth

through your smug face.

I was a prize-winning boxer
in college.

Don't test me here.

Oh, is that so?

And all this time I just thought
you were a politician.

No one touches the flyers!

Not without

my permission!

Why are you so scared
of a few pieces of paper?

So,

you're fine to think
someone's gonna read them,

and run over
to the German side?

- Anything's possible, Basov.
- Nothing's impossible.

I repeat,

do not touch
or read the pamphlets!

Only my assistants
and I are allowed!

So, Gavryushkin, Fokin,
head to the left flank.

Take Ziman with you.

Machikhin, come on.

Plovsky,
quickly on the right flank.

Collect the flyers.

Semenov. Semenov,
I said don't read the flyers!

I said don't read!

It's funny,

we fight together,
eat at the same table,

but their trust, gone.

How do you fight

if no one's got your back.

How?

- Don't sweat it, big brother.
- Mm-hm.

[faint gunfire]

Who's that supposed to be?

God only knows, big brother.

[gunfire]

Go now!

Yes, sir!

What the?

Who is that?

[gunfire, Vlasyuk panting]

[Vlasyuk crying]

We'll find out soon.

I don't wanna die, boys!

How bad are you hit?

How the hell should I know?

Let me take a look.

Don't cry!

[gunfire]

The bone looks intact.

You'll live! Wrap it up.

[Vlasyuk laughs]

Stop giggling
like a little girl.

To tell you the truth, fellas,
I'm just so relieved.

Don't get all cross with me.

I've been dodging bullets
all day.

Just a flesh wound.

I'd be thrilled.

[soldiers laugh]

And who did you bring us?

That there is the head
of Counter Intelligence,

Junior Lieutenant Rykov.

[distant whistle]

So, for food and heavy guns,
we gotta wait until dark.

But now,

we get an inspector.

Great.

[gunfire]

What are you all staring at?

Junior Lieutenant, sir.

- What happened, Vlasyuk?
- I got hit, Junior Lieutenant.

A very lucky shot,
right in the left hand.

How do we know you didn't
just do this to yourself?

Where he got shot...

- Junior Lieutenant...
- Was I talking to you, soldier?

Where's your Commander?

In the house,
where he belongs.

Sitting around,

while the field is littered
with these flyers!

Show me to his house!

That's it.

No more flyers in the village.

Don't lie to me.

There are more scattered
in the field.

We didn't go into the field,
Junior Lieutenant.

So, go get them.

No one's going out there.

The Germans are firing
at the field.

I just came from there.
This is not up for discussion.

Assign responsible persons
to collect every leaflet.

Otherwise...

it will end badly for you.

That goes for you too,
Political Officer.

I have no right
to risk men's lives

- for some trivial leaflets.
- Follow my orders,

or I'll be forced
to report you as a saboteur,

and you, and your men,

will be made to stand
before a tribunal.

Now, listen...

I have an order from
the battalion Commander,

no matter the costs
to hold this point.

I've already suffered
major losses in this place.

I will not risk any more.

Nor will I waste my time

on the implementation
of pointless commands.

Is that so?

Very well.

You'll be dealt with later.

Get me the battalion Commander.

Lieutenant Colonel Larionov
and his aide

will be back in an hour, sir.

Alright, I'll wait.

In the meantime,
we'll inspect your men

and we'll see if any are
hiding illegal leaflets on them.

So, we're all good
and drunk,

standing there inside
the ruined church.

[Vlasyuk laughs]

- And the priest?
- The priest?

He's just looking at us,
silently.

So Peter asks him,
to his face, "Well,

why am I not being punished
by your almighty God then, huh?"

- [Vlasyuk laughs]
- [Kartsev laughs]

Vlasyuk...

nice watch you got there.

- It's war loot.
- Uh-huh.

You wanna make a trade?

- [Vlasyuk laughs]

For what?

For what?

For what...

take a look.

Voila.

Now, that's a nice piece.

Right?

Hey, let me see it.

So, when you get
sent home early,

this loot will be worth more

than your cute little watch.

- Oh, alright, alright.
- Yeah, yeah...

I'm in!

Alright.

- [Kartsev laughs]

- [Vlasyuk gasps]

[Vlasyuk laughs]

- Vlasyuk!
- Huh?

What the hell are you doing?

Waiting on you,
Junior Lieutenant, sir.

- Your name?
- Basov.

I mean, Private Ivan Basov.

You got a flyer?

No, why would I?

Turn out your pockets.

What, am I not
speaking clearly?

[tense music]
♪♪

What's this?

My military identification.

Your name?

Private Kartsev, sir!

No leaflets on me.

I had one,

wiped my ass with it
a minute ago.

[Kartsev laughs]

Back off, Lieutenant.

I'm warning you.

There are no flyers here.

You have no right
to perform a search.

Just. Stop.

I do have the right.

Kartsev,
show him your pockets,

or we all face court-martial.

You got some sort
of death wish?

Open your coat right now!

You listen to me.

This is not a prison,

and I won't let you
search me.

And since we're between fronts,

and won't likely live
to see tomorrow,

then making threats
is pointless,

got that?

- [Vlasyuk gasps]

Rykov!
You do not have the right!

Yes, I do.

According to martial law.

So?!

- Kostya!

Obey his orders.

I'm begging you, Kartsev!

♪ What does the night
bring huh ♪

♪ A lantern flaring ♪

♪ I'm caught swearing
in the darkness ♪

♪ And I stand stained ♪

♪ Soaked by the rain ♪

♪ Forgotten again ♪

♪ Alone in the corner ♪

[tense music intensifies]
♪♪

Well?

You wanna feel me up?

Well, that about does it.

The schnapps is all yours.

[suspenseful music]
♪♪

Soldiers of the Red Army,

I am Junior Lieutenant Rykov,

Special Division.

I order you all
to open your coats,

and empty the contents
of your pockets.

Whoever is in possession
of a German pamphlet,

has only himself to blame.

Junior Lieutenant, sir.

We collected them and...
burned them.

Did I not make myself clear?!

Open your coats!

What's this?

My letter.

- A letter to whom?
- Just mother.

Which mother is it?

- [Somov gasps]

I'm asking you,
where are the German leaflets?

- Just tell me where they are.
- I really don't have any.

Then who does?

It's...

[tense music]
♪♪

I'm sorry, sir.

I swear to God,
I only took these

just to roll cigarettes.

You don't have to tell me,
I know.

As if anyone reads those
damn leaflets.

But I can't do anything.
My hands are tied.

It was a stupid mistake.

For which he'll have
to answer.

We have a battle coming up.

We need every last man.

Think of the effect
it would have on morale

to see their comrade executed.

Okay. Alright, alright.
Now, listen to me.

He won't be executed yet.

He was the first in
to the village!

He crushed the fascists
with his fists!

And you worry about
a leaflet!

Don't get so worked up.
I agree.

- Don't--
- We'll do this:

You turn him over to Rykov.

- But he wasn't--
- Okay. Okay, okay.

Don't make the situation worse.

I'll see what
I can do from here.

I will not charge
your fighter.

Not this time.

That should be good enough.

Over and out.

Who was that?

The Commander
from Ovsyannikovo.

He called about getting
more men and artillery.

That's all?

One more thing.

A soldier was found

using German flyers
as cigarette paper.

Was he shot?

No.

-Why not?

Well, are you satisfied,
First Lieutenant?

Are you finished?

Political Officer...

according to this report,

he should be awarded,
not arrested.

Stand.

I wouldn't do this
if I were you.

[tense music]
♪♪

And why not?

Maybe outside I can't
assure your safety.

From here I've got
80 strong soldiers.

Men who have just been
to hell and back,

faced death,
men who have nothing to lose.

And no one knows
what they might start thinking

when they see the back of the
man leading their comrade

across the field
to be killed.

You're threatening
the wrong person.

I don't scare easily.

Move out.

- [Commander sighs]

Give me a hand.

Thanks.

[gunfire]

Movie it, come on.

- [Rykov grunts]

- [Vlasyuk screams]

I think they're hit.

I hope not everyone.

Vlasyuk!

Vlasyuk, you alive?

I'm alive!

How are y'all?

Not so good.
Your Lieutenant is hurt.

Is it bad?

He'll live.

Now we'll have to crawl,
and quick!

But I can't drag him
on my own!

Should I crawl over
to help y'all?

- [Rykov grunts]

Wait there for now.

Once I carried
a pregnant nanny goat,

across a field
to see the vet.

She was in labor.

You must weigh about the same.

I'm not a nanny goat!

A billy goat, then?

Easy now, easy.

- [Rykov grunting]

What are you gawking at?

My whole life I wanted a son,

but God gave us
only daughters.

Four sweeties,

Olga, Natasha, Irina, Masha.

What about you?
Got a family?

Don't try to win my favor,
detainee!

I'll catch my breath,
and we'll keep moving.

I don't care about
your life story.

And don't even think
of trying to run, detainee!

What?

Hey, fellas!

Should I crawl over there
or not?

[Vlasyuk squeals]

Fellas?

No need.

He's already talking nonsense.

It should be over soon.

Alright.

Poor fool.

You haven't lived yet.

They've messed with your head.

You don't know the difference
between right and wrong.

I understand better than you!

Let's go then.
Caught your breath?

- [Rykov screams]

Vlasyuk!

Yeah?

Dig in.

We'll wait until dark.

Okay.

- [Rykov panting]

[footsteps approaching]

Can't sleep?

Why aren't you in the Party,
Commander?

I'm not politically savvy.

Not enough.

I don't believe it,

with your education.

What does it matter?

You know sometimes
higher education

messes up your judgment.

[inspiring music]
♪♪

Look, Officer,
don't interrogate me now.

Every man is free
to join the Party,

or not.

That's still a free choice,
isn't it?

Of course it is.

May we use first names?

Well, if you insist,
we can give it a go,

but I'd rather wait.

I'd prefer to take
half a dozen villages

from the Germans together first.

And then we'll see about it.

You don't trust me.

What's wrong, Evgeny Ilyich?

You know, I...

volunteered for the front
back in June of '41.

I quickly grew accustomed
to the noise and gunfire.

Working in a mine
is much louder.

But it's all this silence...

I'm not used to.

It's the calm that comes
before the storm.

You told me yourself, the
Germans don't fight at night.

In principle, yes.

For most of our men,

this is their first night
on the front line.

So...

I think it's about time
we make our rounds,

huh, Efim Borisovich?

With pride.

[inspiring music intensifies]
♪♪

Rush off to the right flank.

Tell them to put a tarp
over the cannon.

The Krauts can send
reconnaissance.

This is our weak spot.

Run the wire
and check the line.

Forget that,
I'll check it myself.

Focus your attention
on the fresh recruits.

That's all.
Get to work.

If I may, Lieutenant Colonel?

- Go ahead.
- It's dark.

Maybe we could try
to send people

and munitions to the village.

Right after the German attack.

It'll be any minute now.

By then they won't need us.

Well, if they won't need it,
then we won't send it to them.

Ryabinin,
why are you glaring?

Tell me, how it's possible

that we're just leaving
our men there to die?

Focus, Captain.

You wanted to know
why I'm willing

to leave our men to die,
right?

[tense music]
♪♪

Stay sharp, boys.

Stay sharp.

Hey, Officer,

if they don't send...

reinforcements,
are we relying on

dumb luck to survive?

Help is on its way.

Headquarters promised.

Soldier, don't sleep.

Stay awake.

Make sure your men stay sharp,
Oganesyan.

Three days walking,

a sleepless night.

They're exhausted.

I know.

Just don't fall asleep,
brothers.

Help is on the way.

Stay sharp.

Vlasyuk?

Hey!

Mikola!

Did you fall asleep
or what?

It's time we get moving,

right, Junior Lieutenant?

I just want
everyone to obey the law.

Huh?

Do you think
I don't know how much

they hate and curse me?

That bastard,
how dare he.

Does he even have
a conscience?

Thing is...

everyone has their own
conscience.

You were asking me
about my family.

I've got no one.

I grew up on the streets,

and I've experienced first hand
how the likes of you

the ones with a conscience,

always tried to kick me
to the curb.

So,

you grew up bitter and alone.

No...

but it was the state
that fed me,

and clothed me,

and educated me.

And tasked me
with ensuring the laws

are always followed
to the letter.

Ensuring...

that no one evades
the rightful punishment.

I couldn't care less
what they think I am.

Don't you think your methods

of enforcing the laws
are somewhat inhumane?

Forcing everyone to submit.

You have all the power!

Killing or forgiving
on a whim!

You were told
not to take the leaflets,

and you took them anyway.
You broke the law.

Death is really no big deal.

You could've used
my body as your cover.

No one is above the law!

Okay, then tell me.

According to which law
am I saving your life?

Where's it written, huh?

This law, that law.

The only true law
is we all deserve

to burn in the fires of hell.

But up there, up high.

Only by the grace of God
can we make it there.

[somber music]
♪♪

Ah, Vanya,

- I thought I lost you. Gimme.
- Well...

How do we feel boys?

Sit, sit.

All is well, First Lieutenant.

We're ready to give them hell.

I can see you're ready.

Just stay awake, brothers.

Solovyov!

- Yes, sir?
- Hey, pal.

- Don't sleep.
- Scared?

Snitched on Papa, huh.

[Somov grunts]

- Whoa!
- Enough of that, Kartsev!

I ought to kill you.

It's not your place to punish!

Nothing happened.

Not a thing.

That wasn't right, Kartsev.

He would've found the
flyer somehow anyways.

First Lieutenant?

Yes?

How long...

do we have left to live?

Truly?

I don't know.

I would like to see dawn.

In that case,
let me tell you a little story.

Once upon a time in Moscow,

in Maryina Roshcha,
lived the well-known thief,

Kostya Vitalev,

who went by Vitalya.

Everyone knew about him,

but no one could catch him.

One day last year in May,

not far from the Forum
movie theater,

he stole the wallet
of a wealthy man.

My friend, Oleg, and I

witnessed the crime,
and Oleg intervened.

Kostya ran away,
as always.

One week later,
they found Oleg

barely alive, bleeding,

in the street.

What do you think,
First Lieutenant?

Could your messenger...

be a fearsome criminal?

One who's on...

the national most wanted list?

[flare hissing]

It's not the fact that I have
no orders to withdraw them.

Nor the fact that the company

cannot hold the village
without reinforcements.

It's the fact that we may lose

whatever men or supplies
we send them.

If we do,

the battalion
is critically weakened.

You're wondering why men
must die for Ovsyannikovo.

I can explain.

I didn't stab
your little buddy.

Chumps like that
aren't even worth the trouble.

But back in October of '41,

when panic broke out in Moscow,

people were screaming that
the Germans are at the gates,

we lifted a few jewelry stores.

And the cops started
cracking down on us.

We all decide to split up
and then...

I'm poking my nose around

a Cultural Center,
spot some volunteers.

So I mixed in with them,

and took some poor
dope's papers.

And then I look down at them,

[Kartsev laughs]
and I see his name,

Kostya.

So, I stashed the gold
and went to war,

planning to run away.

Then, what happened next,
you wouldn't believe.

I've been fighting
for four months now,

[Kartsev laughs]

and I like it.

First Lieutenant, sir,

[gun clicks]

let's smoke this son-of-a-bitch.

Enough, Basov.

Let's smoke that bastard.

Enough!

We should smoke him, sir!

Enough, I said!

I don't get where
that comes from.

What?

That saying. "Smoke him".

"Smoke him."
What does it even mean?

Is he a piece of firewood?

Machikhin, are you deaf?

He's a crook, a criminal.

And me, Vanya,

I wasn't always
an accountant on a farm.

And what were you, huh?

A professor of Philosophy,

at the Leningrad Academy.

- [soldier whistling]

What's going on?

An evening confessional.

Join us, if you like.

[tense music]
♪♪

What's your name?

Alexei.

Do you know, Alexei,

the smile of a baby

after she's filled
with her mother's milk?

[somber music]
♪♪

You go quietly up to the crib,

see those eyes soaking
in the world,

and those lips moving
without a sound,

bringing new life
with every breath she takes.

And then she sees you,

and smiles.

Very few Russians
smile like that.

But this child,

looks at the brutish idiot
that you are,

and smiles.

Just like that,

for no reason at all.

She doesn't know who you are.

The child doesn't know

if you're a hero,

or a killer.

That smile,

it's like a baptism.

[somber music continues]
♪♪

How so?

It forgives all your sins,

my son.

Germans!

[tense music]
♪♪

So tell me, Machikhin,

who has held you accountable?

You fled the revolution
to a village,

and kept records
on the destinies of others.

But as you told me yourself,
you fucked up your own destiny.

What, were you so afraid
of being "smoked",

that you hid like a rat?

I love Russia.

I volunteered to defend my home
as soon as she needed me!

Not Russia,
the Soviet Union.

Come on. The Soviet?

The Soviet,
how old is your Soviet Union?

Russia hasn't gone anywhere.

It's lasted for
a thousand years!

Why do we treat
each other like this?

I left to defend my Motherland.

Every man here enlisted!

They sent us
a Counter Intelligence Officer.

But food?

That concept hasn't crossed
anyone's mind.

Even as we sit here starving!

I must admit,
the Germans know how to fight.

Look, all of Europe,

they devour it without
any trouble.

[suspenseful music]
♪♪

In order to beat them,

we must make them see

that we can do more
than just retreat,

that we can fight
to the death!

[tense music]
♪♪

[German soldiers whispering]

[gun clicks]

[whispering continues]

Haven't you been wondering

where all the villagers
run off to?

You won't find them here.

They were taken away
from the fighting.

Why do our enemies treat us
better than we treat ourselves?

They were taken at gunpoint

to work at the German
labor camps!

Enough.

[gunfire]

[tense music continues]
♪♪

Basov.

- Come here.
- Basov, stop it.

- [Somov grunts]

Kartsev, you shouldn't have
felt sorry for him.

Basov!

I told you...

I told you, Vanya,
to stop it.

I'm sorry, Commander.

I should have told you earlier,

but that's the way it is.

What do you want with me?

Now come on,

I'll show you what they did
with our villagers.

Get up.

Shh.

One more thing, Captain.

You know as well as I do
that if the Germans defeat us,

there won't be a soul
left alive.

There's around 200.

The whole village.

[suspenseful music]
♪♪

Good God almighty!

Dear Lord,
rest their souls, dear God.

Sweet Jesus,
there's children here.

- [Somov crying]

My God...

[tense music]
♪♪

- [grunting]

Alright,
how do you work?

- [speaking German]

[automatic gunfire]

Brothers! The Germans!

The Germans are coming!

Eat it!
You want our land?

Eat it!

Eat it!

Hey!

The nazis are surrounding us!

Wake up! Comrades!

Kill the bastards!

[gunfire]

- [Vlasyuk gasps]

Fellas, fellas...

Lieutenant Colonel, sir.

- What is it, Lieutenant?
- The Germans...

have attacked Ovsyannikovo.

Get everyone ready, Captain.

If the devil has his way,

the Germans will rip through
the village

and head straight for us.

- Get everyone up.
- Yes, sir.

With me.

[suspenseful music]
♪♪

Fall back!

Everyone fall back
to the village!

[gunfire]

- Pasha! Grenades!
- Grenades!

Bring the machine gun!

[explosion]

Go! Go!

- [soldier grunts]

- [soldier screaming]

[somber music]
♪♪

What's going on?

First Lieutenant,
the Germans are surrounding us!

Fall back!

Fall back to the trenches!

Don't waste ammo!

Get back to the trenches!

Head for the trenches!

Fall back! Fall back!

Move it, move it!
I said fall back!

[somber music continues]
♪♪

So, that's it.

Looks like we actually ended up
behind the German lines.

They didn't even take
a shot at us.

Probably couldn't make sense
of the whole thing.

Leave, soldier.

- What?
- While you still can.

What's this now?
I'm under arrest still.

Get out of here.

You've atoned for your crimes.

I'll hold them off.

All this time
we spent together,

and you still don't get it,
do you?

Stand up.

Stand up!

Let's go.

[inspiring music]
♪♪

Fellas, fellas, I'm here!

- Mikola!
- Yeah?

- Give me a hand!
- Lieutenant, sir.

Spread out along the trench!

Hand out the grenades
and set up a perimeter defense!

Machine guns along the flanks!

Basov,

Vanya,

run through the trenches.

Count how many of us
are still alive.

- Platoon officers to me. Let's go.
- Yes, sir.

Commander!

Don't forget about me.

I set the cabins on fire,

so the Krauts won't
sneak by us.

I thought that they...
had killed you.

Don't hold your breath,
big brother.

Gavryushkin, Kokin,
follow me!

Where's Machikhin?

Where's Somov?

The Great Sage lives.

Boy scout,
I haven't seen him.

Spread out!

Man the machine guns.

[suspenseful music]
♪♪

- [Somov grunts]

[Somov grunts]

- [grunting in effort]

[grunts, thud]

[inspiring music]
♪♪

[gunfire]

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!
I have a pass.

Don't shoot.
Don't shoot.

I've got a pass,
a special pass.

Don't shoot.
Don't shoot.

Here, I have a pass.

Don't shoot!

He's a Communist.
He's a Communist!

High-ranking Officer!

Don't shoot at me please.
I have a special pass!

What are you saying?

I've got a pass.
A special pass.

I have a special pass.

Please don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

[somber music]
♪♪

But why?
I've got a pass.

I have a pass.

- [Vlasyuk cries]

Why?

But why?
Why are you laughing?

But why...

[Vlasyuk cries]

[Vlasyuk screams, gun shot]

[suspenseful music]
♪♪

Let's face the truth.

We lost our focus
and everything went to hell.

For me, I'm happy
we stopped the Fascist's plan.

Because Rykov hit them from
the field with a machine gun,

and woke us up
with his yelling.

Who says it was Rykov?

- Maybe it was Gramps?
- Doubt it.

If it wasn't for that gunner,

we'd be all turned
to Swiss cheese by now.

- What?
- Who's that walking there?

Isn't that your friendly
neighbor?

Sir, First Lieutenant,

permission to speak, sir?

The Germans aren't going
to hit us head on.

Rather, they're gonna...

shell the trenches with mortars.

Repeat that.

The signal to attack
is a red flare.

The fighting's over.

We're too late.

Don't worry.

Things are quiet now,

but the battle's just began.

Who are we listening to here?

Not even an hour ago,
this guy was praising Germans.

I swear it.

I heard the German Officer
give the command

to obliterate our position.

I studied German in school.

If that's true,

they'll be launching
mortars at us.

And within half an hour,
anyone left alive

won't be able to fight off
the incoming storm.

That means...

[tense music]
♪♪

if we stay here,

the Krauts will slaughter us,
without suffering any loses.

Our orders from the Commander
are to hold Ovsyannikovo.

- If we leave,
we're disobeying orders.

- Vanya?

how many we got left?

Thirty-two.

We can't retreat, Commander.

You're right, we can't.

But I would only give
your lives, and my own,

if we could take some
Krauts with us.

But I will not sit back,

and watch my company

turned to cannon fodder
for no reason.

And so the final command
will be mine!

Officer Zorin!

Here.

Sergeant Lavrov!

Here.

Lead these men to the base
we came from.

I, Basov, and Kartsev,

will stay here
and cover your retreat.

And we will see

if Somov was telling the truth.

Permission to stay here, sir.

I would also stay, Commander.

I,

Basov, and Kartsev.

All others I order to leave!

[speaking German]

[suspenseful music]
♪♪

Get out of here,
Efim Borisovich.

Good luck, Lieutenant.

First Lieutenant,

check out what this bastard
was hiding.

- [Kartsev laughs]

Not bad.

Strong flavor.

Burns well.

Cigars.

[soldiers coughing, laughing]

Great Leader...

it's your toast.

Well, first off,

thank you for being here,
boys.

And second,

if Somov didn't lie to us,

and this is our last battle,

all the same.

To Victory!

[somber music]
♪♪

If I knew the future,

I'd be better at cards.

[soldier laugh]

To luck,

and to victory.

I have no regrets.

Wish I could hug Mom.

I promised to return.

She'd scold me.

To Victory.

[flare hissing]

Boy scout was telling
the truth.

[suspenseful music]
♪♪

[loud explosions]

[somber music]
♪♪

Fuck me.

- Go, go, Semyonov!
- Don't stand around, Comrades!

- They must all be--
- Keep quiet.

[somber music]
♪♪

- [Kartsev grunting]

[Kartsev grunting]

[German soldiers grunting]

- [Commander yelling]

Vanya!

[somber music]
♪♪

- [Commander yelling]

- I'm out of bullets!
- What?

No Bullets!

Me neither!

I'm out.

Basov is dead!

I saw him!

They'll make another
run at us any second.

By now,
our men have made it out.

Maybe we should hit
the road, too?

Let's go for it!

Go...

[tank rattling]

You really think I don't know
what's going on in Ovsyannikovo?

Lieutenant Colonel,

permission to speak, sir?

The Ovsyannikovo Commander
company is here.

We have no more than 13 or 14.

I repeat,
we have no more than 13 or 14.

Message received.

Ten-hut!

Lieutenant Colonel.

Report.

Why did you give up
the village?

You disobeyed orders.

I didn't give it up.

They shelled us out.

[somber music]
♪♪

Now listen good and clear,

I'll give you,

soldier,

and your company,

a chance to earn

your place in history.

I order you

to drive out the Germans,

and recapture Ovsyannikovo!

Is that clear?

That's an impossible order.

The men are exhausted,
at breaking point.

If I make them march
into battle,

their death's will futile.

Futile for whom?

[suspenseful music]
♪♪

Take a look.

Any day now,

a major offensive
will be mounted

from this direction.

Our job,

which we've been tasked with,

is drawing out
the enemy forces,

to make it seem like
we're making the foothold,

for a major attack.

The Germans must be made
to believe

that this is where
the offensive will take place.

That is why you...

will go,

and retake Ovsyannikovo.

You took good care
of your men,

and now you have
an advantage.

You were there,
you know every building.

And most importantly,

the Germans would never suspect
that you could return

but you will return,

because you have to!

The element of surprise
is crucial.

Those men are famished.

We need anti-tank guns.

I'll fill the ranks
of your crew.

And anti-tank guns,
you'll get enough.

But that village...

must be retaken at any cost.
Understood?

Yes, sir.

Permission to leave?

- [Lieutenant Colonel sighs]

Go, son.

[door closes]

- [Commander panting]

[inspiring music]
♪♪

[inspiring music intensifies]
♪♪

[somber music]
♪♪

DURING THE 1942-1943
FIGHTING AT RZHEV,

THE SOVIET ARMY LOST
OVER 1,300,000 PEOPLE.

THE BATTLES OF RZHEV
TURNED THE TIDE OF THE WAR,

AND WERE STRATEGICALLY
CRUCIAL TO THE NAZIS'

DEFEAT AT STALINGRAD.

IN LATE MARCH 1943,

THE GERMANS WERE FORCED OUT
OF THE FOOTHOLD,

AND THE RED ARMY
PUSHED THE FRONT BACK

ANOTHER 90-100 MILES
FROM MOSCOW.

THE GERMAN FORCES
AT STALINGRAD

NEVER RECEIVED THEIR
REINFORCEMENTS.

PROCEEDS FROM THIS FILM
WILL BENEFIT

THE DEFENSE LEAGUE
FOR VETERANS

OF LOCAL WARS
AND MILITARY CONFLICTS.

STARRING:

Company Commander:
SERGEY ZHARKOV

Kostya Kartsev: IVAN BATAREV

Machikhin: OLEG GAYANOV

Political Officer:
ARSENIY SEMYONOV

Sysoyev: ARSENIY BUKHAROV
Rykov: GRIGORI NEKRASOV

Zhurkin: IGOR GRABUZOV
Gramps: ALEKSANDR ARAVUSHKIN

Basov: ALEKSANDR GORBATOV
Vitya Somov: DAN ROZIN

Ryabinin: ALEKSANDR PLAKSIN
Larionov: ANDREY KOROVNICHENKO

Vlasyuk: PYOTR LOGACHEV
Lavrov: DANILA VOROPAEV

Oganesyan: OLEG ABALYAN

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[end credits theme]
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