All language subtitles for Attackers. The Last Fight. 6 Серия. StarMedia. Военная Драма. 2015

Star Media presents

Dmitry Dyuzhev

Maria Andreyeva

Dmitry Arbenin

Denis Konstantinov

Olesya Sudzilovskaya

Anastasia Makeyeva

Anastasia Vedenskaya

Anton Semkin

Olga Filippova

Valeria Lanskaya

Created by Yury Korotkov, Georgy
Golovenkin, Alexander Vysokovsky,

Leonid Porokhnya together
with Zinovy Royzman

Directed by Zinovy Royzman

Music by Yevgeny Shiryayev

Director of Photography — Vitaly Konevtsov

Art Directors — Vadim
Afanasyev and Yuri Konstantinov

Costumes by Ksenia
Mavrina and Zhanna Lanina

Make-Up by Natalia Ramlya
Casting by Tatyana Statsman

Montage Director – Irina Michurina,
Sergey Khegay and Anton Zudochkin

Military Consultants – The
Hero of the Soviet Union

Colonel General of
Aviation Nicolay Antoshkin

and Research Assistant of the
Central Museum of the Armed Forces

of the Russian
Federation Alexei Pavlikov

Produced by Ekaterina Yefanova,
Andrey Anokhin and Vlad Ryashin

The song “The Sky on Fire”
composed by V.Matetskiy

with lyrics by A.Lukyanov is
performed by Alexander Marshal

THE ATTACKERS. The Last Battle

‒  I know everything.
‒  A fool!

‒  Who? “Hello, Bordeaux”?
‒  No. I’m a fool.

…in the course of which the
Hero of the Soviet Union,

famous pilot Leonid Shugayev

got into hopeless situation.

Being alone, without any cover,

he engaged in an
uneven battle with four Fascist planes

and was knocked down by the enemy
over the territory of the enemy.

The fate of the Hero is still unknown.

Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, may I address
you? “Was knocked down by the enemy

over the territory of the enemy”
doesn’t sound good. I suggest writing:

"was knocked down by the enemy
over the territory of the adversary”.

‒ “An adversary” sounds soft.
‒ I agree.

Only people like Bestuzhev may call
them “adversaries”. An enemy is an enemy!

‒ Finish the sentence!
‒ A dot. Is that all?

Yes. Let me check it.

Yes, yes… That’s too little. We shall
add something. What do you think?

I think that it’s enough. Enough.

I am looking at you and can’t
understand why we hire such milksops!

Don’t you realize what an
important event happened here?

Why are you staring at me?
Don’t you understand?

I understand. The Hero of the Soviet
Union is… I feel very sorry for him.

But, first of all, maybe he didn't die.
Maybe he’ll break through.

Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, there
is something I don’t understand.

You’ve called Moscow
thrice this morning. Thrice!

Please explain, what is
so special about Shugayev?

In our job, you shall look three steps
ahead. A hero… We have a lot of heroes.

We shall be proud of that. However,
Hero Shugayev has one battle friend.

‒ Do you know what his name is?
‒ What?

Colonel Vasily Stalin.

Maybe we’ll get a call tomorrow.

‒ Do you realize what will happen?
‒ I understand it now.

How could we send a friend of such
a person into the sky on his own,

without any escort?

Comrade Lieutenant Colonel,
we didn’t send him.

‒ Good boy!
‒ Bestuzhev did it.

Now you understand it! And you said
that I was finding faults with Bestuzhev!

Makarov said the same. What now?
Think it over! Just go out!

‒ I’ll make another call.
‒ May I go?

‒ You may.
‒ Yes, sir.

Well?

It’s all the same. How may it
be possible that not a single person

went out of the house in
the village for an hour?

Maybe the Fascists killed all of them.

Or drove them to the West
as forced laborers.

Maybe.

What?

Do you remember how we seized
the headquarters in Semygoryevka,

Comrade Lieutenant? There were fewer
guards there. They are all around here.

We shouldn’t go there. Only if
it is a reconnaissance in force.

However, we’ll need
two companies for that.

Maybe two companies won’t be enough.
There are many people there. So many!

Where are Seleznyov and Gavrilov?

They went to the hill.
Maybe they’ll find some hole…

What shall we do?

Let’s go to the house
and knock at the window.

I feel unwell. Like in a coffin.

You’re a fool! Curse that
tongue of yours! I’m going!

‒ What do you see?
‒ Nothing.

I don’t understand
whether he is alive or not.

They are shooting, so he must be alive.

Comrade Major!

If I said no, it means no, and this is it!

You permitted Vasilevskaya
and her girls to fly out!

They flew to our neighbors, Sasha! To our
neighbors and not behind the front line.

Go! This conversation is over!

‒ What is there?
‒ He is sitting looking at the sky.

‒ Who?
‒ The dog.

I asked you after the weather!
What about the pressure?

The pressure continues to drop.
710 mm. It dropped 5 points

in the course of one hour.
The humidity is 99%.

‒ Do you get it? No flights! Go and work!
‒ Yes, sir.

Poor dog! He has neither
eaten nor drunk for two days!

May I fly there?

I’ll circle in that square…
before the weather worsens further.

I’ll look around… Maybe I’ll find
the place of his fall. It’s an U-2.

What may happen to it? It can
fly regardless of the weather!

Sasha, no! Don’t ask
me about it. This is it.

OK.

‒ Where is the commander?
‒ The commander is at his tent.

A Colonel from the Headquarters came
to him. They are discussing something.

How could you? Think for yourself.
You sent such a pilot without any escort!

‒ It blows my mind away!
‒ I’ve know Lenya Shugaeyv for long.

Why is he such a good fighter?
Because he has an explosive character.

When there were no flights,
he started to go crazy.

His affairs…

‒ Affairs, do you say?
‒ Yes, affairs. It doesn’t matter.

I can’t say anything bad about Shugayev.
He is a good guy but very restless.

He kept asking me to let him fly.

When an opportunity arose for him
to escort somebody, I sent him.

And he flew well!

Look, Ilya. The General prohibited
you from coming to the headquarters

until he issues his personal permission.

A personal permission of General
Makarov! No matter who calls you!

Think of anything you may think of.
You may even go to the hospital.

But you shouldn’t come there.
Do you get it?

I do.

‒ Good-bye.
‒ Thank you, Sergey Gavrilovitch.

It’s all right.

Commander Captain Kleymenov,
Navigator Vasilyev, Gunner

and Radio Operator Kaluzhanin perished
while performing their battle mission.

Yes, the war… Poland
and Germany are ahead.

How many guys have we buried in
our earth and how many will we bury

‒ in the strangers’ land?
‒ And the girls.

What?

Nothing. It’s time
for us to go, Comrade Colonel.

‒ The clouds are gathering again.
‒ Yes. How is your commander

Lieutenant Colonel Bestuzhev
doing? I heard that he was summoned

to the front’s headquarters.
I can imagine how he is feeling.

Leonid Shugayev is a friend
of Stalin’s son. They may…

‒ You know about it too, don’t you?
‒ Rumors spread fast.

Let’s fly home, girls, before
the sky gets fully overcast.

Thank you for the reception,
Comrade Colonel.

I think that our commander
did a right thing.

It’s good that it’s raining. When it’s
dry, a dog smells the trail better.

Oh, guys… Why did they go there?

‒ One can’t calculate everything in our job.
‒ And you should! You should!

What are the Fascists doing in an
empty village? It’s not just a staging.

‒ Commander, you shall look at that.
‒ What is there, Yakut?

Let’s go!

It’s our plane. It must
have fallen recently.

The pilot must be a hero.

Look at how many stars
there are on the fuselage!

The pilot must have
been gravely wounded.

The entire cabin is covered with blood.
Maybe he is lying somewhere close by.

Yakut, look in the bushes for him.

‒ What do you have, tracker?
‒ The Fascists were there.

About a half of a platoon.
There are many traces.

They went to the east in a line.
The pilot went after them.

He is wounded but not too gravely.
He may walk fast. His steps are wide.

Enough of wasting time! Let’s
follow him. Maybe we’ll be able

to fight him back if he is still alive.

They must be looking for him.
It means that he is still alive.

‒ What shall we do?
‒ We can’t leave him to the mercy of fate.

Who said that we should leave him? Who?

We won’t leave him. We’ll run after him.

Well? Shall we lure them with
the live bait? Like always?

Get ready. We’ll run to the river
and go upstream. If we separate,

we’ll meet by the sandbank.
Do you remember where it is?

We shall wait for three minutes.
In case of a trouble, leave one by one.

Do you get it?

Don’t delay the time, Yakut.
You always risk your head.

Run, commander, run.
I’ll lie here for some more.

‒ Don’t wait for too long. Do you get it?
‒ I do.

‒ What are you looking at?
‒ It’s a beautiful girl.

‒ Where did you take the picture?
‒ In the cabin of the plane.

The pilots live well!
They ride such girls in the sky…

Our girls from the factory aren’t
worse. But yes, she is beautiful.

Thanks God!
Are you intact?

I am. They are not, though.

Why are you standing here staring?
Honestly! You shall all go out.

Go out of the bus and step aside.

Be careful!

Wait a bit!

Don’t splash my overcoat.

Hold here.

One, and two! Push!

It seems to me that
this bus stuck for long.

We can’t breathe.

It’s OK. We’ll go a bit aside. Be careful.

Look, I have such a strange feeling!

You know, I wanted to come
here so much! Honestly!

I wanted to see real people. Imagine —
while we’re dancing and singing

they are defending us from the Fascists!

Would you like to see Ilya Bestuzhev? Lyda?

Be honest with me!

Do you want some tea? I have hot tea.

No, I don’t. Strong tea
is harmful for us now.

We got unlucky with the weather.
How will we perform?

No, the clouds are dispersing.
It’ll improve.

Is he writing to you?

I know that he left for the front.
There are no letters.

If he had written to me,
I wouldn’t even read his letters!

It’s all over between us.

Stop it! A baby needs a father.

A drunk? And a self-infatuated peacock!
No, it’s better not to have

any father at all!
I’ll bring the baby up myself!

You’re saying that because
you feel offended. It’s fine.

All pregnant women are irritable.
When you give birth, you’ll be fine again.

Lyda! Nothing will be fine.

Shugayev won’t reform.

Lenya whom I fell in love with from
the first sight doesn’t exist anymore.

He is a different person now.
It’s all over.

It’s not over. He’ll come back from
the war, and you’ll forgive him.

It seems to me that he’ll
come back a changed man.

Comrades soldiers! Let’s help
the actors of the Bolshoy Theatre!

[Push! Push harder!]

I’m not sure. Maybe he is drinking
cognac with someone at the moment.

I haven’t gotten a single letter
from him! And besides, Lyda…

I love you very much but
don’t try to make us make up.

I’ve taken my decision.

What are you saying?
Your Lenya is like this bus.

It’s rolling in dirt with all the
wheels to get out. He left for the front.

Do you get it? He is not sitting
in the rear. It says a lot.

You’re talking about the front all
the time. The front is everywhere now.

We’re at the front too.
We may die any minute.

Everybody is fighting now.
Lyda, when you meet your love

and want to have a baby, you’ll
have a right to tell me about that!

I won’t have children, Alla.

How?

Lyda?

After that case… When…
they arrested Bestuzhev…

Lyda?

The doctors confirmed my pregnancy.

I made an abortion. It was poorly done.

Lyda…

Forgive me! I’m such a fool!
Lyda, forgive me!

They have pushed our bus out.

Let’s go.

I love you, Lydka!

Thanks God, we did it!

So, you’re a local, aren’t you?
Did you get your passport in Zheltyani?

Yes, sir.

What do you prefer, Comrade Bezborodko?

To get into prison?
Or to get shot at once?

‒ What for?
‒ Don’t you understand?

‒ Do you see a staple? It’s nice and clean.
‒ And?

Don’t you understand?
Let me show you my passport.

Here it is. I don’t live in
the forest, by the way.

However, the staple here is all rusty
while yours is nice and clean.

It means that they didn’t issue
your passport in Zheltyany.

The Germans made a faked copy.

Do you want me to
bring my employees here?

They’ll show their documents to you.
Their staples will be like mine!

Well? Mister Saboteur,
what do you prefer?

To get into prison or…

May I, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel?

What is it, Captain? What has happened?

Well, friend? What did you choose?
I’m out of time.

I won’t wait for long.
What do you choose?

To get into prison.

Good boy!
I’ll interrogate you again tomorrow.

Sergeant? Take him to the cell.

Hands! Go!

Well, Captain?

I don’t want them
to think that I only work on Counts.

We know our job well. What do you have?

The scouts from the 193rd infantry
regiment informed

that they found the plane. Its numbers and
description fully coincide with the plane

of the missing Hero of the Soviet
Union Shugayev.

Is Shugayev alive?

Maybe. He is likely to be wounded.
Kopylov’s group went to look for him.

They say that the Germans
are looking for him too.

‒  What do you mean — “they say”?
‒  What may they say?

They haven’t found Shugayev.
They saw a line of the Germans.

The scouts diverted their attention
but they had to escape them after that.

Summon the commander of the scouts
to me. I’ll talk to him personally.

‒  Yes, sir.
‒  Does anybody know anything else

‒  about Shugayev’s knocked-down plane?
‒  No, sir.

I order you not to disclose it.
Until we find Shugayev,

nobody shall know about the plane.
Do you get it?

Yes, sir.

Let them consider him missing, or,
even better, heroically perished.

It would be right from the political
point of view. It would be bad

if the enemy takes the
Soviet Hero prisoner.

This news may spread about the entire
front and depress people. Is that clear?

‒  It is.
‒  You may be free.

That’s not all. A very
strange village was found.

It’s empty but under reinforced
security. Our group bore some loses.

They failed to find out
what kind of a village it was

and why they guarded it so
intensively. They were forced to retreat

‒  back into the forest.
‒  If they failed to find it out,

what the hell are you doing
here? What shall I report

at the operative meeting
of the front’s headquarters?

‒  Well…
‒  Stop mumbling!

The scouts must find Shugayev.
Shall I explain the reason to you?

‒  No, sir.
‒  Send them out there.

Order them to find him!

Don’t come to me without exact
news anymore! Do you get it?

‒  Yes, sir.
‒  I’m angry enough without it today.

‒  You may be free.
‒  Yes, sir.

What’s the matter, Milka? What is it?

It’s because of me. He went
missing because of me!

Who?

‒  Bordeaux.
‒  Stop it! You’re a fool…

You don’t know. He came here.
And I… He didn’t want much but I…

What a fool! I’m such a fool!
I refused him! Do you understand?

We’re at the war! He was right! How
could I have refused him? How? How?

Stop you! You’re great! You’re right.

One doesn’t meet people like you often.
Do you understand it, Milka?

You… have you ever been with a man?

I have.

I haven’t. I haven’t done anything
in this world!

I’m such a fool!

What if I get knocked down?
I won’t even know what it is like.

Is it great?

My girl, it’s great if you feel great
about it. You shan’t force yourself.

Don’t regret anything. I don’t
know what had happened here

but you acted in a right way.
Let’s go, Milka. Don’t regret it.

Don’t do anything silly too. Let’s go!

‒  I’m sorry.
‒  I’m not offended.

‒  Are you thinking about her?
‒  No.

‒  No “no” or no “yes”?
‒  My head is a real mess at the moment.

Shugayev disappeared. The trouble
is brewing at the headquarters.

‒  Are you afraid?
‒  No, I’m not.

‒  Are there any letters for me?
‒  What letters? Nobody knows our address.

What about the head of the
hospital? Is he at his office?

He is at a surgery. Don’t bother him.
He can barely stand on his feet.

It’s the third move in
the course of one month!

If the Fascists bomb again,
we’ll move for the fourth time.

‒  How many people?
‒  Eleven.

‒  Are there gravely wounded?
‒  Yes. Three.

Open!
Guys, bring the stretchers!

The stretchers, faster!

Take this one to the third ward.
This one — to the corridor.

To the first ward. To the third…

Comrade Major, I’ve spent
month on the bed. Please discharge me!

Dementyeva, you know well
that your bones haven’t fused

after your first surgery.
Then the move. You were operated again.

Then that bloody
German plane bombed you.

Thanks God, you’re fine now. So…

You shall stay at the hospital for at
least three more months. At peaceful time!

And you want to go to the front!
Do you want to lose your leg? So… go.

Go! Don’t come to me anymore
or I’ll drive you away.

Do you get it? This is it!

Help us! Let’s go. Good boys!

Good afternoon. I have an order to
bring Lieutenant Colonel Bestuzhev

to the headquarters. It’s urgent.

He is sleeping. He had a
hard night. Is it so urgent?

‒  Yes, it is very urgent.
‒  OK. I’ll wake him up.

Oh... I’m sorry. I beg your pardon.

He has woken up. He’ll come out
in a moment. Do you want some tea?

I have no time, Comrade Major.

Good afternoon, Comrade
Lieutenant Colonel!

I have an urgent order to
bring you to the headquarters.

‒  Sure. Let’s go, Sergey.
‒  Get into my car, please. Here you go!

Ilya…

Calm down.
Take the command while I’m absent.

‒  Yes, sir.
‒  Have rest, Serezha.

I’m listening, Comrade Commander. Yes, sir.

They’ve spent 40 minutes there.
A Colonel arrived from Moscow.

‒  Do you realize what it means?
‒  What does it mean?

Please come in, comrades.

Come in, Comrades Officers.

I love French! It’s a pity
that I don’t understand a thing.

I beg your pardon, Comrade Commander.

I asked whether he had ever
been to the Champs-Elysees.

I was there. It’s an incredible
place. However, what I needed

was not your knowledge of
the sights but your French.

And your high-class upbringing,
of course, that one may see at once.

I’m happy to see you.
Maksim Viktorovitch Livnev.

Nice to you meet you too.

What’s wrong with you,
Lieutenant Colonel?

I choked.

Comrade Commander,
will you excuse me for a moment?

Has something happened,
Comrade Lieutenant Colonel?

No, nothing special.

Someday I’ll kill him.

What? I beg your pardon.
I didn’t understand.

What is there to understand?

I used to fly with the French
in 1937, during the war in Spain.

It’s good. It means that
our choice was right.

You will meet our French brothers-in-arms.

Yes, sir. So, one flight
with the mechanics…

Yes. It's only a temporary
arrangement. However, you shall arrange

everything at the highest level.
I’m sure that you’ll manage.

It’s an absolutely right decision.
You shall prepare the places

for their planes and tents for them to
live. You shall do it as soon as possible.

‒  Yes, sir.
‒  We’re short of time.

Plus, the weather isn’t good.

It will be right from the
political point of view.

For the further strengthening of
military friendship between the Soviet

‒  and the French pilots.
‒ There are many things

in Comrade Bestuzhev’s regiment
that our French friends may not like.

What do you mean, Comrade
Lieutenant Colonel?

For example, the Hero of the
Soviet Union Leonid Shugayev

was knocked down just two days ago.
Comrade Bestuzhev sent him

behind the front line on
his own, without any escort!

I won’t tell you about the
newborn babies, goats and dogs…

‒  and the other mess there.
‒  Comrade Commander…

Don’t overdo it, Comrade Maksimov.
He was knocked down

but it doesn’t mean that he is dead.
Maybe Shugayev is alive

and will come back to the regiment.
As for the goats and dogs…

I beg your pardon, Comrade Commander.
As for the goats — it’s good.

The French love milk and cheese.
Many of them grew up in province.

On the contrary, it’ll create
homely atmosphere, certain comfort.

They’ll remember about their homes.
No, I’m perfectly fine with it.

Are you OK with the fact that Comrade
Bestuzhev comes from the nobility?

He is a politically unreliable
element. This case, however,

as I understand,
is of utmost political importance!

Please hand me over an ashtray,
Ivan Anatolyevitch.

Thank you.

It’s good that he comes from the nobility.

The staff of the French squadron is
very diverse. It includes workers,

officials and former viscounts,
marquises and the sons of the generals.

Let them see that there are highly
educated people among our commanders.

People with the noble blood. By the
way, I come from a noble family myself.

It’s fine, though.
The authorities trust me.

From the political point
of view, the commandment

and the political management
of the front represented

by Colonel Livnev here are doing
everything in the right way.

I hope you won’t argue
with the right decision

taken by such high authorities,
Comrade Lieutenant Colonel?

Good afternoon, Comrade Commander.

‒  Nothing happened during your absence!
‒  Thank you, Petrovitch!

How are the things going
at the headquarters?

Did you think that I won’t come back?
You won’t live to see it.

‒  We have a new task.
‒  Is it serious?

Nothing may be more serious.
Gather all the staff of the regiment

‒  in the canteen in half an hour.
‒  Yes, commander.

As you see, Comrade Captain of
the Guards, everything is fine.

Our commander came back and
is still heading the regiment.

Do you believe in God? I’ve never
seen doctors crossing themselves!

‒  Don’t tell anybody about that.
‒  OK.

Comrades, this is a historical event
about which books will be written!

Long time ago the great-grandfathers
of these French pilots

came to us under Napoleon’s
banners to conquer our Motherland.

We fought as enemies. And now their
great-grandchildren are coming to us

to fight the main enemy
of the mankind — Hitler

together with their Russian
friends, wing to wing!

Our Political Supervisor seems to
stammer less now. Don’t you think so?

His uniform suits him so
well! He is like Schors!

They are our brothers now!

There is nothing funny about
it, girls. He is a real hero.

He looks like a hero too. I feel feverish!

How may one not feel feverish
when there is such a man here?

‒  One may fall in love!
‒  You're so sly, girls!

Why not? Maybe I will
fall in love with him!

Let's hope that the Russian and the
French will never be enemies again!

We'll win together!
The enemy will lose! We'll win!

We'll have to meet the Rayaks
at the highest possible level!

In both literal and figurative senses.

‒  "Rayaks? Why do you call them so?
‒  The Normandy squadron was formed

at the air base Rayak in the
Middle East. Hence the name.

Their call sign will be "Rayak" too.
Will you remember it?

I get it now, Comrade Commander.

We need to put the airdrome in order.
I don't know... decorate it somehow.

The meeting shall be solemn.
French love such things. Will we do it?

Oh, God! It doesn't get any better.
Khudiberdiyev, you may be free.

Go eat at the canteen
and run back at once.

‒  We'll put our control point in order.
‒  Yes, Comrade Major.

Suleiman? Take Kesha with you.
It's scary to look at the dog. He'll die.

What will we say to
Shugayev when he comes back?

He won't eat, Comrade Major.
I brought him bones

and porridge with tinned meat.
He doesn't eat anything!

Go!

Why are you upset?

This is the message
from the Army's Headquarters.

The time of the
Frenchmen's arrival changed.

We'll have to meet them not on
Saturday but tomorrow about 3 p.m.

The weather will be bad. Dense fog.

It's all right. We'll meet them
tomorrow if we should. Get ready.

Maybe we'll have to escort their planes.
Mark the landing strip with smoke.

‒  They might get lost.
‒  I've already ordered to chop branches

and to put two barrels from under
fuel at the end of the strip.

Good, Petrovitch!

Commander, you should lie down.
You had a hard day.

Don't worry. You know
that we won't let you down.

Don't worry about me. I'm fine.

Damn it! This Russian is
always one step ahead of us!

End of Episode Six