Original subtitles

OK. Go!

Ghost pulled out the gun

fired the bullets

at his pursuers and rushed to the gateway

lit only by...

only...

by what?

by the dull street lanterns.

Fucking great!

"Central Partnership"

and Magnum Films

Present

Konstantin Khabensky

Vladimir Mashkov

Chulpan Khamatova

in a film by Karen Oganesyan

Ghost

Screenwriters Oleg Malavichko and Sergey Yudakov

Directed by Karen Oganesyan

Photography Zaur Bolotayev

Art director Ulyana Ryabova

Go away from here, now!

Costume design Irina Grazhdankina

Make-up designer Yulia Shishkina

Music by Nino Katamadze and "INSIGHT" band

Sound producer Stanislav Mikheev

Executive producer Irakly Karbaya

Producers

Sergey Danielyan, Aram Movsesyan Yury Moroz

Ruben Dishdishyan Anna Melikyan

Sasha! Have you gone nuts or what?

Look what's happened! It was white, now it's red.

"Suddenly Urchin realised"

"that he'd been uncovered".

Had you been drinking?

Only for art's sake.

The aim is not achieved.

Are you fucking crazy?

Dude! Have you even read it?

- This? - Yes!

I have read this like five times already.

- Sasha? - Yes!

My pleasure!

Please, come in!

Zhenya, would you make some coffee, please?

Listen, it's a good idea to write with two hands.

Do you want to try it?

"Месть Домового".

- Hello! - Hello!

- What's your name? - Ira!

Nice name!

- Thank you! - Thank you!

- Hi! - Hi!

So, I read your book.

And?

It's crap.

What a waste of a hundred rubles.

You used to write much better.

What's your name?

Egor.

You should try comic books, Egor.

They must like them.

Sorry, I'm not Sorokin. Thank God.

I am sorry. It's no problem.

Hi!

What's your name?

Anton.

Have you ever killed anyone?

Sorry?

I am asking if you have ever killed anybody?

Actually I am a writer.

Writing books. Good luck!

You too.

Уважаемые покупатели!

Автограф писателя Антона Праченко

вы можете получить на втором этаже нашего магазина.

What's wrong?

What's happened?

Damn!

Are all of these killers?

Professionals.

And the one at the book shop?

Was he a professional?

A true professional.

He respected all the client's wishes.

Which ones?

Shot in the mouth…

…to silence them.

So, what were you talking to him about?

Nothing special.

Had you met him before?

I don't think so.

OK!

Try to compile a facial composite.

Today in Moscow city centre there was a malicious double assassination.

Anatoly Shmelyov and his bodyguard were shot in a public place.

Mr Shmelyov was to be the main witness in the Felix Yavorsky case.

The prosecution does not understand how this incident is connected.

Our correspondent is at the city court building

where the hearing of the case is taking place.

Антону. Удачи!

I don't think his eyes are like that.

Er, I don't know.

And the eyebrows?

So, any progress?

I can't remember.

He had a strange face. Do you understand me?

He was wearing a cap. It was dark.

I can't remember.

OK, leave your business card.

If you remember anything please, call us.

When the shock is over details may come to you.

Wait! I wanted to ask you.

This may sound silly

but I'd like to write about this.

Maybe you could advise me or something?

That's a pretty strange muse.

Stop making a big myth out of Ghost.

To Anton!

Good Luck!

Hi!

Hi!

Come here.

What are we celebrating?

Just celebrating.

- Dinner. - Dinner?

Романитечкий, yes! Go wash your hands. Take off your coat.

It's Tuesday.

So what?

We see each other only according to your schedule, huh?

You can't hide your delight.

Do you realise, I witnessed 2 people being murdered today?

Two people being murdered?

Sounds like a new chapter for your book.

No, it really happened.

I was signing books at the book shop.

I saw everything through the window.

It was so simple.

Simple and beautiful.

And most important it was so different.

I've been writing about that for my entire life.

But I have never seen it.

- Ты в порядке? - Я в порядке, да.

I must write it down while it's fresh in my mind.

While I remember everything.

Dinner first?

And then you will write it down while it's fresh in your mind.

It's once in a blue moon that I feel inspired.

It's once in a blue moon I make dinner for you.

- Vika! - What?

Maybe I'd better go?

Vika.

Your favourite salad.

Спасибо!

Vika!

You know I can't work when...

My favourite wine. Right?

If I am not alone, sweetheart.

You don't even remember what day it is today.

What? It's Tuesday.

Tuesday?

What are we celebrating today?

We met exactly a year ago today.

I know why you don't remember. Because you don't care.

And I don't matter to you.

Vika, you should have told me about this.

- Take the keys. - I'll call a cab.

Go work.

Let's get started.

Right. OK.

He was lying on the pavement his palms facing upwards.

As if before death the victim

had decided to ask the sky for alms.

The last thing he felt in his life were raindrops on his face.

One drop got into his mouth. He tasted it.

The penetrating taste of dampness and childhood.

Hello!

I'm on my way.

Stuck in a traffic jam.

Hold on!

What are you honking about? I don't understand.

Can't you see there's a problem?

Go away now!

I don't see why you want to leave Pasha here.

Please, understand. It's complicated.

I think it's better for him.

- You're the dad. It's your choice. - Thank you!

Hi there, soldier!

Come over here. Come on.

Hi, dad!

So, how are you?

- Good. - Good?

What's the precious object in your hand?

- Chipolino - Chipolino?

Are you staying for five minutes?

No, today I'm all yours.

Until tonight.

So what are we playing?

I don't know.

I know a very dangerous game.

Do you want to play?

What's the game?

You have to pick the tallest tree.

Let's see. Which is the tallest?

That one.

That one? Good!

Excuse me, please!

Can we climb that tree?

No.

We can't, you see? Let's go.

Тогда давай в другую игру...

The killer had been to the book shop before the murder.

How come?

He knew perfectly well where the surveillance cameras are.

Writer!

What's the forecast for tomorrow?

What?

Do you know the forecast for tomorrow?

What, the weather?

My umbrella is broken.

Well, buy a new one.

If you are worried about the police

I swear I haven't told them anything…

Well, what would you do?

Forget the cops.

I swear I haven't told them anything.

Good.

Let's go.

I looked through your novel.

So?

You write well. But there's no truth in it.

It's selling…

Well I've heard what people are saying.

Do you like it at all?

Well, this one is not my best.

It's been a difficult time.

OK. Does it help you?

Not really.

Do you want to hear a story? A real one?

It would make a good book.

Are you serious?

This is crazy.

Sorry, I didn't mean that…

Why are you helping me?

Why not? You are the professional.

Why would you need that?

Boredom.

Aren't you afraid

I'll give you up to the cops?

No.

You are intrigued aren't you, writer?

- Good morning! - Hello!

- Paid already? - Yes!

The rest is due on Saturday.

Have some of this.

We're in the news.

Hello!

Hi!

What's that for?

Well, we'll have a sort of interview, won't we?

What interview?

Don't rush.

You'd better tell me how you write.

How you start and how it all happens.

Well, it's quite a creative process.

Being alone is necessary. And concentration.

The same for me.

And then?

Then you need to come up

with a story and characters.

Interesting.

Would you like to order something?

Black tea and a cake, please.

Which one?

A good one.

So listen to the story. A real one.

Wait a second.

There were two friends.

They had a joint business.

One of them liked to have fun. Casinos, chicks.

He got on the hook for a huge sum of money.

In order to pay it back, he had to sell the business.

Of course his friend was in the way.

So he found a killer

whose face he didn't see, of course.

At a certain time and place he left the money and his friend's picture.

But his friend happened to be the killer.

He gets the advance and a picture of himself.

Can you imagine? Quite a shock!

A shock.

Yep.

So listen to what happens next.

Hold on! Maybe you can tell me something about yourself?

Like what?

Work, home, home, work.

And?

It's an ordinary job.

No better or worse than others.

Well, you're not a lumper.

You want to hear about the deadly sin?

It's about clients who don't agree about something.

I just end their relationship. That's all.

OK. Let's put it like this.

What's important in your job?

Everything. Except emotion.

Why?

Emotion gets in the way.

One doubt and you're finished.

The most important is still the result, right?

You see actually you can do anybody in.

But it takes special skills not to get caught.

How about not killing?

How about not writing?

No, I guess

I just can't do anything else.

Why are you asking then?

It's not bad, you know.

Frankly speaking, not bad.

Well, I have some remarks.

Let me find them.

Looks like I've left them at home. I'll show you later.

So I'll think about it. But I feel...

How long will you be thinking? I can give it to someone else.

OK! Wait.

How long will you be thinking?

Anton, if you keep writing like this

it'll be explosive.

Go away and work hard, you fool!

Why did you call me?

How much longer?

I'm working on it!

Yes, I got it. Go, I got it.

I got the address, yeah.

So, have you remembered anything?

No, I have told you everything.

And you had never seen the killer before?

No, and I have already told you that.

Well, what were you talking to him about then?

I can't remember.

Am I supposed to remember everything or what?

Not a single camera caught his face.

That is because he knew where every one of them was.

It means

that he had been there before.

Maybe he was waiting to meet you.

Maybe you were waiting to meet him?

To meet him? What are you talking about?

Are you saying that you suspect me?

You think you're making up stories, don't you?

You are not.

You are turning a criminal

into a hero.

A legend!

Listen.

Some stupid boy

will read your work some day

then he'll take a gun

go out in the street and then bang-bang!

Think about it.

OK, I will. Is that all?

You can go. Goodbye!

Goodbye!

Ghost didn't use a dispatcher.

He would find a big boss in the criminal world

and offer his services directly

so that he could disappear after several contracts.

But he made a mistake once.

When he met Vova Dyagil.

Dyagil worked for us.

It all worked like clockwork.

We organized the contract, provided the target.

So, it was you who caught Ghost?

His corpse.

There was a chase.

He was escaping and he fell off the roof.

How weird.

And you know what's even weirder?

The Ghost legend turned out to be so powerful

that his death had no effect.

It was rumoured in the criminal world that Ghost was alive.

That he hadn't been killed.

Because the bad guys also need myths. An idol.

The idea is so attractive that some writers

are trying to revive him.

Listen, inspector.

I just read about Ghost

in a newspaper one day.

Then a story developed

and continued.

If people don't like it

they don't have to read it.

Before Ghost died, he fulfilled the contract.

A knife in the neck

is the way to kill rats.

So?

Why am I saying this?

Because

his contract was the colonel's brother.

A major from Kemerovo.

Now do you understand his reaction?

Yeah.

Well done! More energy.

Well done!

Good!

Are you falling asleep there?

Need a ride?

What?

Do you need a ride?

Yes!

My friends opened a restaurant.

Would you like to go there?

I'm tired. No. Thank you!

OK.

I know I am a fool.

But what should I do now?

Tell me, man to man. What should I do?

No, she won't speak to me over the phone.

Can you imagine? She won't.

Vika, baby, I know it's not funny.

But please, forgive me.

I accept my guilt a hundred times.

Shall I go down on my knees?

If you want you can trample on me with your horse.

Honey, wait!

Anton, do you need me at all?

Of course, I do.

OK, let's get to the point.

What do you want me to do?

Stop drinking.

OK!

- I am serious. - OK, I've already stopped.

So am I. What else?

Go to bed no later than 4 am.

OK, I am in bed at 3:30 am. What else?

Introduce me to your son.

Ok…

Tomorrow, no, the day after tomorrow.

Klementina is eating your bouquet.

Whatever. Hey, stop! Is it a she?

It is, yes!

Give me that!

Hey Vika, wait. Let me take your saddle.

- And kiss me. - Where?

Forehead.

So, listen to a story.

About five years ago there was a man.

He was really unnerving.

He made enemies everywhere.

Охрана, видеонаблюдение, подставные машины…

Before me, he'd been on trial three times.

So?

They didn't succeed.

I studied him a lot.

The people around him.

His habits.

I was looking for his weak side.

Did you find it?

I did.

In Voronezh city.

He had a grandma over there.

I arranged some chemical mixtures in her first aid kit.

She had to go to hospital.

He immediately flew from Moscow.

The little bird flew back to the nest.

What happened to grandma?

What happened?

Grandma will survive us all.

Come to bed.

So what do you think?

It looks OK.

But something is wrong.

What is wrong?

Your victim never has any bodyguards to protect him.

The victim can be taken at any time.

Why is he hesitating?

Well, you have to understand

Ghost is studying his victim? Right?

This is literature.

I can't uncover everything on the first page.

OK.

His thoughts are messed up.

He's not thinking about his contract.

Really? I don't know.

Maybe I am trying to project everything on myself.

And how are you doing it?

I am imagining how and what I would think.

What I would do, if I had to

deal with a situation like this.

Well, to think like him you need to try…

Well let's try it.

OK.

I am really serious.

This is a writer's method.

It's called identifying with the character.

It's where the author is living his character's life.

This is what we do.

You give me a contract.

I go through all the stages

and I understand, even physically what happens.

I feel it from the inside. OK?

Will you kill someone?

Kill someone…

No.

What are you thinking about?

No. No.

This is what we do.

I mean, my aim

is to be face to face with the victim without witnesses.

And then leave, as if I have fulfilled the contract.

As if you have. OK.

Who's the victim?

Well, pick somebody.

Like anybody?

You have no feelings for her?

Yeah. She won't do.

That's not the way to think.

OK.

OK. Him.

OK.

With a bodyguard. Perfect choice.

I'll be right back.

- Where are you going? - Following him.

Oh, here's his license plate number.

What's that?

The State Traffic data base.

Fill in the number.

OK.

And now what?

We have his name and address. Write them down.

Wow!

Have you got lots of these?

Enough.

Hordyntsev Vladimir Vyacheslavovich.

Don't write down the last name.

Why?

What if they find the notebook?

Invent a code to confuse them.

Think of a nickname.

Well, he is quite a big man.

"Big boss".

Like in the book.

"Big boss", "Fat man".

You are a writer. Come up with something original.

"Tartar" is funny.

Why "Tartar"?

Well, he's called Hordyntsev. Golden Horde. Tartar-Mongols.

Very funny.

Tartar it is then.

Do you have a nickname at all?

Like a call name?

Why?

Just interested to know.

Ghost.

- I am serious. - So am I.

OK, don't tell me if you don't want to.

Всё!

What's next?

How much?

What?

Are you doing it for free?

Oh, you mean money?

Hold on, we're just...

No, that won't work.

You wanted everything real?

So, what's the price?

I don't know.

How much does that cost?

Well, what's your price for a book?

Well, it all depends on the sales.

Pushing up the price?

No, no. I am just...

So how much? 30?

Thousand?

Dollars.

It's a lot. If it's a bestseller.

So let's assume The Tartar is a bestseller.

Thirty then.

Done deal.

Your advance is at the train station in a left luggage locker.

Only you and the client, i.e. me, know the code.

Don't go straight to it. Look around.

Look at the people.

Catch the atmosphere.

Feel that your life depends on it.

You know why birds are like people?

Why?

They fly where the food is.

Weird.

Hi!

You know, I miss you already.

I'll call you back.

As soon as you take the money

you're hired.

Consider you signed an agreement.

What's next?

Now study his character, daily routine.

Habits. Hobbies.

The people around him.

Watching the Tartar, I really tried to find

some justification for his existence.

But he was like an absolutely useless shallow object.

Wasting money and his own life.

I didn't have to turn off my emotions.

There simply weren't any for the Tartar.

Simply followed them, yeah? Good job.

I bought two tickets a couple of rows away from him.

It'll be a concert, I don't remember the name.

Well, I guess the Tartar won't bring his bodyguards to the theatre?

Good job! Why two tickets?

Well, for you and me.

I don't need one. Give it to somebody else.

Good. Now, listen.

The concert lasts three hours not counting the interval.

The Tartar won't be able to stand it all that time.

He'll go out for a smoke or to the toilet.

Actually the toilet is the perfect place.

You picked the wrong career, writer.

Thanks!

For this type of business

should I dress in a special way?

"Business". Well said. What business?

You are going to a concert. Dress accordingly.

Where are we going now?

You'll see.

Have you ever been shooting?

At school.

Here! Shoot!

Is it real?

Ничего себе…

It's so heavy.

Let's go!

Take off the safety catch.

Missed.

Don't worry about saving bullets.

In the war there were people who'd been shot in the heart

who made it to the trenches.

Concentrate.

The bullets are finished.

You do it now.

Good!

Keep your hand steady. Yeah.

Got it!

Now the exam results?

- Something's not right. - You've broken it?

Give it to me.

OK, that's enough for today.

What shall I use to shoot with at the theatre?

A finger.

I am surrounded by people.

I wonder how many of them are armed?

I never thought about that before.

I suddenly felt exposed.

Exposed and lacking in confidence.

There is only one way to defeat this lack of confidence.

- Hi! - Hi!

So how are your foster children?

You've been drinking!

- No! - You are drunk!

Ну что ты!

Anton, look at you.

You are drunk.

I'm celebrating Mr Colt's birthday.

Excellent job. Thanks a lot. Keep celebrating.

Keep drinking. Write your books. I'm going home.

We agreed. I told you.

What's the point of making promises?

Don't promise!

Sweetheart! Please… don't.

Give me my coat!

We'll talk when you're sober, OK?

Give me my coat!

Stop!

Anton, I'm not kidding. I'm sick of this.

- Let's go! - Where?

Where? Anton, I'm not kidding.

Neither am I.

You're disgusting. Can you hear me?

Get your hands off me!

That hurt. Calm down.

Calm down!

Why calm down?

Calm down.

What do you understand?

- I understand everything. - What do you understand?

What do you understand?

Только не трогай меня, хорошо?

Чего не трогать-то, а?

What happened?

A difficult day.

Personal stuff.

I understand.

My girlfriend and I can't understand each other.

I feel bad with her and bad without her. I'm confused.

Today she left a note saying she's leaving me.

Drum roll! A perfect scenario.

Could she be seeing somebody else?

Why?

Who knows?

No, no.

No! It's impossible.

It can't be possible.

OK. What's next?

The concert's tomorrow.

Is that all? The last stage?

What else? As agreed.

Make sure you end up alone somewhere with the client.

Leave silently. No witnesses.

Then you let me know how it went.

Sure.

OK, good luck!

Don't forget the finger.

Vika, baby! Where are you?

Nowhere? I got it.

You didn't mean what your wrote in the note?

Yes, Anton, I meant it. I'm serious.

That's it! I'm sick of it. I'm tired.

Vika, are you seeing somebody else?

No, I'm not. Not even you.

Let's go. It's not good to keep people waiting.

Who is that?

It's him, isn't it?

Anton, what do you care?

Hello!

Let's go.

Mother fucker!

What's up?

Nothing.

What are you doing, asshole?

Стой!

Come here, you son of a bitch!

OK. Bye. Thank you!

You're not inviting me for coffee?

Coffee before going to sleep?

I'm not going to sleep.

But I am.

I'm sorry. It was very nice. Thanks very much. See you tomorrow.

Sweet dreams.

Только этого не хватало…

What? Is the fun over?

Who's that?

What are you? Two at the same time?

- Vadim, listen, stay in the car. - Wait!

Anton! Go away.

Вот этот, да?

What do you want?

Anton!

- What do I want? - Антон, ты чего?..

Anton, what are you doing? Can you hear me?

- Антон, прекрати, слышишь? - Чего надо, да?!

Anton! Look at me!

What do I want?

Go away!

Stop it!

What do I want!

Go away! Hear me?

На, сука!

Go away, go away!

I beg you, please, go away.

That's it. Off you go.

Скотина.

Can you stand up?

He fell to the ground. I kept hitting him with the gun.

I could feel only one thing. Satisfaction.

He was screaming. Protecting himself with his hands.

I could do anything to him. Everything.

I can do anything.

Vika was screaming. I wasn't paying attention.

Suddenly I realised that I wanted to die.

And then I realised my full potential.

I don't want to die a writer.

Not some famous old man signing autographs. No!

I want to die in a fight. In a fight where I am winning.

Die! That's all.

I'm only asking for five minutes!

Just meet. That's all.

I have something very important to say.

I am begging you.

At six.

At 6:30. OK.

OK?

Where I told you. OK?

Yes, idiot, Yes! I am!

Wait. Hang on.

I love…

Flowers won't help.

- Vika, please, forgive me. - I have. Is that all?

It's just nerves, whiskey.

I'm giving you my word. I'm drying out from now on.

- Word of honour? - My word of honour!

- Let's go? - Where?

There's music on tonight.

Anton, are you really sober?

I am.

What music?

Organ music.

- Let's go. - Wait.

Let's put this in your bag.

What is it?

It's a surprise.

Open it later. Later.

And I haven't forgiven you. Got it?

Hello, Pasha!

Hi!

How are you?

Good.

Why aren't you playing with the guys?

I don't know.

Let's go!

They've got big cars.

Yep!

They look great.

Open your bag, please.

What's this?

A present.

You want us to open it?

What's inside?

What's inside? What is it?

Come on.

I'll be right back. Can you hold these?

Remember, concentrate. How many bodyguards?

And be more attentive.

Check the windows. Visualise all the exits.

Know exactly where the smoking room, the toilets and the buffet are.

Спасибо! Наш концерт продолжает лауреат…

Now call! Call!

Listen, writer,

your finger prints are on the gun.

Your book contains the detailed description

of how you plan to kill this man.

You call the police, I will kill Vika.

See you!

Here, this belongs to your son.

What do you want?

Open the door! Open the door!

Excuse me, where are you going?

Where's dormitory number seven?

You can't go in there. I'm calling security.

Pasha, wake up! We've got to go!

Good evening, sir!

Hello!

- Hi! - All right?

- Hello! - Hi!

Here, this was found in the bin. It's the same calibre.

Get that gun checked out by forensics.

You see all the ducks have flown away.

There are only two left.

The female's wing is damaged.

The male doesn't want to fly without her.

Ghost took care of Hordyntsev. I sent for him.

- Are you sure it's him? - Yes!

I studied his face, like you said.

Sit down!

That's him. He collected the advance from the left luggage locker.

I gave him the locker number and the code.

And that's him following Hordyntsev.

Eat.

This is very good for you.

To be frank, I didn't think he was so young.

Vitalik,

don't miss.

This is delicious!

"Совпадение 98%".

At last!

Hush... This is Pasha.

Take him. I have to go.

If I don't come back in a couple of hours call the police.

Crime division, ask for Sergey Snesarev.

For who?

Sergey Snesarev. Got it?

Tell him I was let down.

By who?

Just tell him. And don't open the door. I have to go.

Anton, I've been really scared.

- Of what? - For you.

Tell me, what's going on.

Don't open the door. I have to go.

I'm on my way.

Guess whose prints are on the gun?

This is going to be a lot of fun.

Remember the writer?

You're kidding!

The last witness of the Yavorsky case was killed with this gun.

Now work out

how Prachenko is connected with the murder at the book store.

And find him now. We are on our way.

Here's the address.

Damn!

Come on, birdie. Show your face, please.

Are you all right?

All right?

OK, OK!

So?

Satisfied?

Have you ever killed anyone?

Maybe he was waiting to meet you.

I have studied you for quite a while…

The people around you.

I was looking for your weak side.

Do you want to write a book?

They fly where the food is.

Как зовут?

Ghost.

Well to think like him you need to try...

Who's the victim?

With a bodyguard. Perfect choice.

So I'm Ghost now, right?

Excellent!

Excellent how I got myself into this.

So the victim was real, huh?

What if I hadn't chosen Tartar?

You did a great job.

Birds fly where the food is.

Where are we going?

Why are you keeping so silent all the time?

You son of a bitch!

Careful!

Никто не звонил?

Нет…

Hello.

Mr Snesarev?

Yes, this is Inspector Snesarev.

Anton Prachenko asked me to call you.

He told me to call you

if he didn't come back in two hours.

Also he told me

that he had been let down.

What?

My address?

32, Goncharov Street. Flat 10.

OK, good. I am waiting.

Good morning!

The chain is only long enough to reach the toilet.

I have a headache.

Try to bear it. It'll stop soon.

How come they decided you were dead?

They made a mistake.

Take a pill for your headache.

By the way

if you play games with me

you will work together with Vika and your son.

I'll put their heads there.

They will advise you.

Don't touch them, please.

You've got two days.

Wait, wait!

What do you need that for?

It's interesting.

Every step

even the most circumspect one, can turn out wrong.

Anyway, it's better than standing in one place.

This is my decision

and only I must pay for it.

You can do it, when you want.

Finished?

Listen! If you let me go

I'll disappear.

Nobody will know. I won't say anything.

Why would you want to stay alive?

I have a son. And Vika.

What do you need them for?

Well, is it better to be alone for your whole life, like you?

People are always alone.

And most of all they hate those who are around them.

I am sorry!

You people are like this.

"Two youngsters stabbed their friend for a bike".

This one's good:

"Female student left new-born baby baby in the rubbish bin".

And how about this?

"The father had been raping his daughter for several years.

"The mother knew and kept silent".

Can you tell me how can people send their sons to live in a mad house?

Shut your mouth up!

Why don't you write about that?

You have experienced it, haven't you?

I just used to drink too much.

Pasha was born with serious abnormalities.

My wife abandoned him and left me immediately.

I brought him home.

I thought I could manage.

At the time I was finishing my first book.

He was in pain. He cried all the time.

And I can't bear it when somebody is near

when I am...

All those pills and medicine. Nothing helped.

I love him. But I am so...

ashamed.

In the foster home it's better. There is care, doctors.

It's better for him.

I just thought it would be better for him.

It's better for you.

You love nobody, writer.

You are all the same.

You shouldn't judge others.

I don't. I'm not a judge.

What are you?

You work it out.

You're the writer.

You're a moral cripple.

That's who you are!

Send me to the mad house as you did with your son.

That's a turn-up.

Clean yourself up.

What's that stink?

A corpse.

It's waiting for the grand finale.

That's not funny.

You can't leave anybody behind.

They will find you.

Sooner or later

they will.

If you don't destroy yourself

you'll definitely be destroyed by others.

No other options.

Sure there's not too much salt?

Try it.

No!

Sometimes Colt said it's not the gun that kills, it's the man.

I'd underline his every word.

Снимай!

Не надо!

Sign here.

Lived as a Ghost, died as a Ghost.

Держи.

And you wrote books?

Oh, my god!

Who brought me over here?

Nothing else matters to you?

The stuff you wrote caused people to die, by the way.

I didn't mean that to happen.

You didn't!

I also didn't want you to be acquitted from the charges.

From being an accomplice you became a victim.

To be precise

we found a burnt corpse in the house.

The prosecution doesn't have a case against you.

Keep writing your books.

Have fun.

If your conscience will allow you to.

I still don't understand why he didn't kill you.

Daddy, you walk like me now.

Yes, Pasha, I do.

So, shall we go?

Bye, daddy!

Bye, soldier!

We'll come tomorrow.

Hello, Vika!

Where are you?

Are you OK?