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STAR MEDIA PRESENTS
Denis Rogozhkov
Glafira Tarkhanova
Mikhail Trukhin
Written by Igor Ter-Karapetov
Music by Roman Arkhipov Alexander Afanasov
Directed by Alexey Chistikov Alexander Fironov
Produced by Vitaliy Borodachev Vlad Ryashyn
ENEMY WINGS
Who are you?
Whatís happening? He hijacked a plane! Hurry! Damn it!
Itís on the takeoff runway!
Damn it!
Heís coming back.
Time to go home.
Where to?
Now we willÖ talk.
Where have you disappeared?
Fire!
Look what theyíre doing, bastards! ñ Weíll make it through.
Oh there you are!
How many machines left? ñ 7.
Try this!
How bad is it? ñ He needs a surgery as soon as possible.
How long will he survive without one? ñ Up to a week, maybe.
Itís hard to sayÖ
A week. Do you think we will get to our guys in a week?
I wish we knew where they are!
They must be somewhere near Ugra. The Fritzes couldnít have
advanced further.
They couldnít have, but they did.
What did you just say? ñ You heard me.
Maybe they have taken over Moscow already? ñ They might
have. ñ You bastard! ñ Golikov, enough! You heard me?
Belay that, master sergeant!
Itís easy to swing your fists around.
Watch your mouth! Now say what you wanted to say.
The Germans are all over the place. Thereíre rumors theyíre
already in Podolsk.
Itís 80 kilometers from here. No, we wonít make it in a week.
If it was during summer and we were light-handedÖ
We could transport him on a sledge. I could get one.
Try to get some syringes and Penicillin. If you canít get Penicillin,
get at least some lard. ñ What for? ñ Itís a natural antibiotic. ñ Okay.
Itís better to take separate roads to the village. ñ All right.
Polina Sergeevna, what did you decide? Will you stay here, or
leave with Golikov? ñ The circumstances dictate what to do. I
canít leave Shapovalov unattended.
Thatís right. If our guys start driving the Germans out, he will lose
his breaks. Okay, I should go ñ Stepka is waiting. ñ Yes.
Number 30?
Number 30? Number 30? We need help! We need help!
We have repulsed 2 attacks already!
Damn it!
Iíve got 1.5 bullets for 1 soldier!
Another attack ñ and we all are dead! Number 30?!
Come on, call the out! Do whatever you can to maintain
connection!
Comrade captain, thereís a plane there. ñ What plane?
Looks like a German one.
What are you talking about? Go summon up people!
There will be another attack soon!
Whatís going on?
Our pilot landed on a Russian emplacement.
I think he already realized his mistake.
Contact the headquarters immediately.
Report about the plane and ask them what to do. ñ Yes, sir!
What the hell are you doing?!
Belay! Belay!
Belay that, I told you!
Comrade captain, this bastard speaks Russian!
Listen, Carl, before those half-brains decide what to do about it,
the Russians will get our guy cooked.
What do you suggest?
Iím captain Rudakov, 316th fighter regiment.
Youíre a traitor!
Germans!
Back off! Everyone back off! I told you to back off!
Before Ivans figure out what to do, I and my men will try to save
his life.
Hi might get killed during the shootout. ñ It would still be better
than being made into an exotic Russian dish.
Listen captain, Iím a Red Army officer.
Why are you staring like that, lieutenant?
Kill this fascist rat!
Comrade captain, he seems to be Russian.
Itís an order, lieutenant!
Donít listen to him, lieutenant! I hijacked this Messer from
the Germans. Come here! Iíve got my papers in the right pocket.
Come on!
Back off, lieutenant! One more step ñ and I will court-marshal
you!
Okay, damn it! Stay where you are.
Catch!
Those are the papers of the German guy whose uniform I stole.
There must be a photograph. His photograph!
Fire!
Comrade captain, itís not his photograph.
To hell with it! Finish him off!
I will finish you off now, crum!
Donít panic!
Hurry, hurry!
Be careful, Herr Lieutenant. Donít make any sudden moves.
Lieutenant, Iím glad youíre alive! Excuse my boys: they nearly
killed you.
"Now you are among your own; though battered, but alive!"
Do you hear us, Herr Lieutenant?
Heís still shocked by communication with the Russians.
Damned Ivans!
He must be badly shell-shocked. Heís slow in the uptake.
I doubt he can speak. He needs some rest.
We need to keep advancing. We canít take the wounded pilot with us.
And how about his plane?
I think we should leave him here. I reported to the headquarters
about him.
Luftwaffe evacuation team will soon be here.
I hope you wonít let him die before the medics arrive?
Otherwise you wonít get your Iron Cross.
You donít have to worry, Herr Lieutenant.
In a few days heíll be perfectly fine. He will write a detailed report.
Will 1 guardsman be enough? ñ Better 2, Herr Captain.
We are in the Russian forest. Iím scared. ñ Me too. Thatís why Iíll
give you one. Good luck, Herr Lieutenant!
Lieutenant Meyer! Your papers are soaked in blood.
We could barely read your name. Hereís your ID.
Good luck! Get well soon!
Good bye!
Are you sleeping on duty?
Sorry, my mistake.
The next time you get carried away, guerilla fighters will take your
head off.
It will never happen again, sir! ñ Enough of this. Stay at ease.
Heíll recover.
Hands up! Higher!
Okay, few more minutes ñ and it will be ready.
I heard you are from Konigsberg.
My grandpa had a shop on Meinser Strasse.
Have you been there?
Damn it! So cold.
How is he? ñ Heís not so good.
Itís better to die than end up in a Russian prison.
Better to avoid both. ñ Thatís right.
The firewood has burnt out. I will bring some more.
Okay, itís ready.
Just to be on a safe side.
Iíve been wondering, why you visit the city every Sunday.
Got new felt boots, sheepskinÖ Hands up!
Okay, letís share. No? Should I call an officer?
My choices are narrow. ñ You havenít got any.
Either you give me a part of it, or I hand you in Gestapo.
You got it?
How much do you want? ñ I want exactly half. And a payback for
what you have already stolen.
Thatís fair. ñ Yes.
Someone is here!
Something happened again. Letís hope they donít come in hereÖ
Everyone report to the yard! Help is needed to carry the
wounded! Everyone gather in the street! Faster, faster! Call the
nurse. Why so slow? Hurry up! Prepare the places.
So, who won? ñ Itís ridiculous. Theyíre playing with a deflated ball.
Polina Sergeevna, may I talk to you for a minute?
Excuse me, Shura.
There he is, self-seeker! I canít stand his mean face.
Yes? ñ We must run away immediately.
What happened? ñ I had to kill the corporal.
I think he will be found very soon. Get ready.
Iíll get a sledge. Letís meet in 15 minutes in the forest, at the turn.
All right.
Polina, where are you going?
What are you doing, blood-sucker? Youíve got no shame!
Heís feeding our family.
Iíve got an order. ñ What order? Whose order?
The elder promised me.
Itís Herr Frikelís order. We have to carry a captive to the city.
I donít care about your captive! I wonít give it to you!
I wonít give it to you!
Go away! I will kill you.
Is this your family? Youíve got a beautiful wife.
Iíve got a family, too. Let me show you.
Are you interested, Herr Lieutenant?
This is my wife, Gerta. And this is our daughter, Wilda.
Sheís a real tomboy! She lives up to her name.
Oh my GodÖ
Would you like to try, Herr Lieutenant?
What are you doing, Herr Lieutenant?
Heís Russian! ñ Damn it!
This bastard was stealing meds. The closet is a mess.
Heís stolen ampoules with morphine, penicillin, bandages.
He must have had a dispute with the accomplice, and got killed.
The killer was in a hurry. He didnít know where what is. I doubt he
needed the meds for sale, because he would have taken
everything.
He was in a hurry. He didnít want to be seen with the load.
Who came to the hospital in the morning?
You can question the duty boy. Iíll invite him. ñ No, donít.
The air is stale and the corpse starts stinking.
Mother, are we leaving forever? ñ Yes, forever.
Are we going to see dad? ñ Hush!
Okay, letís go! Come on.
Thanks God! Hurry up!
Herr main officer, please help me!
He took my horse and a sledge! He said you need to get a
captive to the city! He said itís an order!
Who took it? What captive?
Petya Trophimov, the policeman, God damn him! The police
goon! Half an hour ago he took our horse, Orlik,
Shut up!
Is there a captive in the headquarters that needs to be
transported? ñ As far as I know, thereís none.
Come here! Did Peter Trophimov come to the hospital? ñ Yes.
At what time? Tell me everything you know.
He was here recently while the gentlemen were playing ball.
Find Trophimov and those who saw him in the last half-hour.
Sledge, meds, escape. Trophimov must be a guerilla fighter, not a
profiteer. Heís going to transport a wounded friend.
How thoughtful. Now, blame yourself.
Bring me the map, fast!
Herr Obersturmbannfuhrer! ñ Yes?
This person saw Trophimov on the sledge near the cemetery.
Where is it? Show me. ñ Itís here.
What is this? ñ I donít know. Weíve never been there.
Come here! What is this? ñ I canít read the map very wellÖ
Are there any buildings near the forest and close to the
cemetery?
Thereís a foresterís hut. But itís old and shabby.
The forester was also drafted.
Letís go! Get in the cars! Hurry up! Hurry!
Faster, faster!
Come on, come on. Come on, lovely bird.
Look, Shapovalov woke up!
Polina Sergeevna, can I get a shot like that for good mood?
Itís no good time for jokes, Golikiv.
I gave him a shot of morphine so that he could go through the trip.
I understand it, Polina Sergeevna.
How about pure alcohol, Polina Sergeevna?
Youíre such a blabber, Golikov!
Listen to him! Shapovalov is talking again, itís a miracle!
Get started, crum!
Youíre a fascist shit, but I like you anyway.
Stop! Hush! Germans.
Germans!
Whatís up, boys?
Letís move into the forest!
Thereís too much snow in the forest! Get in!
Now, go away!
Comrades, listen to my order! Prepare for the attack!
Take up positions, fast!
Go, go, go!
Hide yourself in the snow!
Too late, chaw-bacons! Lieutenant Mayer is coming to get you.
Look, itís our guy! There he is!
One moment, guys.
I brought you some gingerbread. You like sweets, donít you?
Itís a wonderful weather, isnít it?
Gotcha!
Mom, will they kill us? ñ No, they wonít.
Mom, there are Germans thereÖ - Son, be careful.
Mom, Iím scared. ñ Donít be scared.
Damn it! So fast!
Thereís a turn ahead of us. Jump off the sledge.
Cross the forest, then cross a field ñ end youíll end up in a village.
You got me? ñ Yes!
Stepka, get off!
Faster!
Come on, my dear!
Go!
Go!
How long can we hold on? Just a few more minutes.
Are you tired? ñ Yes.
Didnít you tell me youíd carry me?
Okay, letís go! I have rested. ñ Yes? Letís go then.
Mom, what is that?
Itís our plane. What is he doing here?
Maybe itís our father? Daddy, we are here!
What are you doing in the open field?
The Germans are right behind you, theyíll catch up on you soon!
He will fly with you!
Are you out of your mind?
Please! Our relatives live in the village of Kletino, in Ryazan.
Their name is Makarov.
Okay, letís go! Come here!
I donít want, mother! ñ You have to!
Come on, little soldier! Iíll take you to the sky.
I love you, my darling! ñ I love you, mother!
Donít cry, mother! You and I will be drinking tea together soon!
Come on, come on!
Come on! Hurry, hurry!
Guerilla fighter
God save his soul.
Is this everyone?
Yes, your honor. 24 huts, 45 persons.
Excuse me, your honor.
There are 20 locals, the rest are refugees.
More than a half. They donít know each other. Letís start.
Be succinct.
This person was stealing medication from the German soldiers.
He was giving them to the guerillas.
Itís a very serious crime. The transgressor was duly punished.
The investigation showed he wasnít alone.
One of you was helping them.
The German command suggests this person to yield in willingly.
This will save his life.
Go to the point.
Excuse me, your honor, I donít have the heard for it.
Where did you serve during the imperialistic war?
In the second Cossack regiment.
Okay. If you fail one more time, youíll be hung next to him.
If I donít find the offender, every 5th of you will be killed.
Does anyone want to relieve his soul? No?
Start.
Come on, hurry!
Drive them into a barn. ñ They will freeze to death.
So what? Weíve got plenty more.
Did you get anything? ñ Nothing on the airwaves.
Itís good. If something happened, theyíd let us know.
Is he coming down?
Hands up!
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