All language subtitles for Falling.2017.720p.W

[celestial music]

Do you need anything?

Some hot chocolate.

That's it?

With sugar.

[laughing]

Got it...

Hot chocolate with sugar.

Anton...

You should've told me.

About what?

That I was going to smoke?

It's not about smoking...

You know what I mean.

I can take care of myself.
Don't worry.

Sure you can.

I've seen that already.

Will you take me to the town?

No, I won't.

I want to see mom.

You know what I think about that.

Grandpa, I'll be back tonight.
You can pick me up at a bus stop.

Anton, I've made up my mind.
There's no discussion.

Grandpa...

Please, give me three hours.

I'm not going to go back there,
you're overestimating me.

I don't want to see anyone,
they think I'm in Switzerland:

concerts and stuff...

So it's 9 p.m. at the bus stop?

Fine.

Will you give me some cash?

- Here...
- Thank you.

Hey, Anton.

[gasps]

Anton!

[mother crying]

Hi mom.

[kiss]

Come in.

Why's there no light?

I keep asking Yura
to screw in a light bulb, but he...

But I can see you just fine.

Come in.

Mother: Come in... I'll just...
Perhaps you want some tea...

Do you want some, huh?

Just a moment...

Shit... Something smells,
I can't figure out what...

Damn...

Everything's open,
he never closes anything...

I keep saying, "Close the box"...

So what about some coffee instead?

No?

Hold on, hold on... Give it to me.

No, no, wait, wait...

Here... Sit down, come on, sit.

Hold on.

Here you go.

Where's Yura?

[sighs]

They took Yura in.

First they said they wouldn't take him,
but they did.

They said there's no draft after 45.

But he... he's military.

What kind of military is he?
He's written off.

He's got ulcer, he was hospitalized.

Those bastards draft everyone.

Natasha's Vadik
has also been taken in.

And so we're collecting aid...

Natasha is looking for stuff on
the Internet, and here we're packing it.

These are 20 new pairs
we just received.

Here, I bought him a chest rig
and a summer uniform...

Where was he taken to?

To the Anti-Terrorist Operation Zone.

What is that?

Don't you watch TV?

Even though it's better not to watch...
Go on, sit down.

Damn, something smells,
I can't figure out what it is...

Wait, wait, wait... Hold on...

Right...

Come on, sit down here.

So how about you? Huh?

How's... your competition?
I've read about it on the Internet.

But I was looking for you
and I didn't...

How's Ryta?

I haven't seen her for a year.
Even more.

Oh, so you broke up, or what?

That's for the better then.

She'd live off your back anyways.

Anton: You said that already.

Mother: Yeah?

And I told you that we broke up.

If you visited your mom
a bit more often,

or at least gave me a phone call...

maybe I wouldn't forget that.

Do you have a cigarette?

Let's go for a smoke.

Okay?

Let's go.

I gotta let some air in,
it smells a lot...

Mother:
What kind of rags are you wearing?

Mom, can I spend
a night at your place?

What about Grandpa?

Is he okay?

Or did he kick the bucket?

No, he's fine.

I see...

He will outlive both you and me.

You were about eight, right?

Right. About eight.

When he took you away.

The apartment needs a renovation.

He could at least give some money.

Could you talk to him?

Maybe he can help?

You'll inherit the apartment anyways.

[sighs]

I'm going to go.

Where are you going?

I'll buy some tea.

Would you buy me a beer?

Do you have money?

I'll get it myself, alright?
I'll be right back.

[mother coughing]

[disco music plays in distance]

[indistinct chattering]

Do you have a light?

Thanks.

Woman:
Could you light it again please?

Could I...

Do you have a dog?

No, it's not mine.

Why aren't you going inside?

[disco music continues]

Not your kind of music, eh?

Not really.

Got no money? I can get you inside.

Nah.

So you're just hanging out here?

Petting the dogs...

It's better for me to stay outside.
[clears throat]

Oh... Crime scene, eh?

- Something like that.
- Hmm.

My Grandma used to say...
[clears throat]

...if you always hang out
near the barbershop,

you'll get your haircut.

One time Grandma broke her leg

and Grandpa said,
"That's it, I'm through," and...

[clears throat]

Anton: As always.

- Huh?
- As always.

Grandma said to him,
"You know, make me this wheeled cart,

just so I could have it."
And he said, "What for?"

And then she told him this, like,

"If you always hang out
near the barbershop,

you'll get your haircut.

I know you, Grandpa,
you'll get wasted no matter what."

Oy.

I loved visiting them on vacation.

I don't know why
I'm telling you all this.

They had this sort of...
true love, you know?

Crap, I think I'm drunk.
[clears throat]

Not really.

You just like telling this story.

It's kinda cool if you have something
good to say about somebody.

Woman: Mm-hmm.

Do you want some dumplings?

- Dumplings?
- Hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Anton: Well, let's then get
some sushi or something.

Someone is waiting
for you inside, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Okay then.

Bye.

Hey wait.

Do you often hang out here?

Not really. Not anymore.

Write down my number.

I don't... have a phone.

Oh.

I see.

No, really.

I live in the woods.

What do you mean?

Anton: Bus 512 departs
from Vybubychi at 10 a.m.,

it goes to Voronky station.

That is where I usually hang out.

Hmm.

Come by.

- Bye.
- Bye.

[car door closes]

Let me help you.

Grandpa: I'm fine.

[celestial music]

I told Valya
not to touch anything here.

You can do... anything you want.

We can bring the piano back.

I'll lie on the couch.

[paper shuffling]

[lighter clicks]

[Ukrainian sad song plays]

[turns up volume]

[Ukrainian song continues]

Man: [English] What is that?

Woman: [English] What do you mean?

Man: I mean the music.

I thought you don't like
depressive music.

Woman: I don't, but words are nice.

It's a Ukrainian poet.

I hated him at school but...

now I understand him.

How do you say it when...
man kills his talent?

But it wasn't him.
It's Soviets who did it.

They killed people
because of their poetry.

And this man was the only one
who killed his talent and survived.

- It's a very sad story.
- Mm-hmm.

Now...

What about breakfast?

You don't wanna listen to my story?

No, it's not that.

I'm just... [yawns]

I'm still waking up.

And I have this nice music...
I have you...

Come here.

I told you something important.

Or you don't think so?

Ok.

What's wrong?

[Ukrainian] Nothing really.

[man sighs]
Mm-hmm.

I know that word.

So it's something serious then.

Do you want me
to apologize for something?

Do you want me to jump off
the balcony maybe?

I told you something important.

Don't you think
there is something important

that you cannot explain with words

but feel like it's something important?

Look, if you wanna talk about
feelings in the morning,

I'm gonna need a coffee first.

We don't have any coffee.

Man: Shit.

Well... it's nice outside.

Why don't you put on your clothes so we
can go down to the shop on the corner?

Woman: For coffee?

It's disgusting coffee there,
like everything here.

You know....

I've learnt something about you,
Ukrainians.

You are so obsessed with the past,

but you never realize
how beautiful the present can be.

Hmm... You sound like an expert.

Tell me more about it.

Did something happen
while I was sleeping?

Can you explain what's going on?

I'm not sure that I can explain.

Look, are you scared?

I don't know.

It's a really cool city.

You're gonna like it there,
people are all relaxed,

everybody does
whatever they wanna do.

You'll be able to do
whatever you love to do there.

What if I have no idea
what I really like to do?

Well, you'll find it there.

What if I just want
to belong to somebody?

Just be your thing?

Do you want it?

You're not really that useful,
you don't even have coffee here, so...

I have a nice body.

Is it fuckable?

Don't act like that,
it doesn't suit you.

Can we go for coffee?

Woman: I will buy a normal one.

[sighs]

[elevator door closes]

[chainsaw roaring]

[tree cracking]

[loud thud]

Where are you going?

With you to the gas station.

- Why?
- I want to get something sweet.

Just tell me what you want,

I'll bring it to you.

Anton: I don't know.

I'll pick something when I see it.

No you won't, Anton.
You're staying here.

And why is that?

I just want to pick some freaking
ice cream, why are you acting out?

Anton, you're not going anywhere.

It's better to avoid any temptation...

Grandpa,
do you hear what you're saying?

You keep repeating obvious things.
Grandpa, the rules have changed.

Nobody knows the rules today,
only you won't stop saying,

"Do what you think,
a word is as strong as steel."

Grandpa, it's me who you're talking to.

This is not your 200
people editorial board

where you're saying
what to put on a freaking cover.

You are talking to me.

You have nothing to say.

Perhaps we should
keep quiet for a while?

[horn beeps]

Need some help?

Grandpa: Where are you driving to?
This is a preserved area.

Move out of the way.

I told you, this is a nature reserve,
you're not going to cut any trees.

So what, are you two playing rangers?
[horn beeps]

Grandpa: Do you have the papers?

Do you have a logging license?

Hey, what is this?
Mozzarella, tenth grade.

What did you forget here?

I can see you're
pursuing your career, eh?

Man #1: Why sure.
A man of respect? I see.

Man #2:
Hey Dima! What's going on?

Dima: He's my former classmate.

We went to school together,
used to sit behind the same desk.

He's all grown up, strong,
goes around with protection.

Feshchenko, Grandpa doesn't joke.

He knows the ranger, cops
and people from the town council.

The whole district
will get on your ass.

Dima: We are government and cops
rolled in one.

Hey Dima, enough talking.

Grandpa...

Hey easy!

Easy.

Grandpa:
Alright, I'm not going to kill you,

but you two
won't be walking anymore.

If you think of coming to my home,

I'm going to shoot at you
and the cops, no warning.

Anton: Grandpa, what was that?

Did you want them
to shoot your head off?

Anton: Where did you get a shotgun?
Do you have a license for it?

[Ukrainian sad song plays]

Do you go to Voronky?

Sure thing.

[Ukrainian song continues]

[children singing]
Only you, I wouldn't live without you,

Only you bring past dreams back to me.

I love and I live
only when you're beside me...

[children continue singing]

[phone rings]

JOHANN

Stay in the car.

[water splashes]

- Do you have a cigarette?
- No, I don't.

Please stop!

So you're the brave one, right?

Not really, I don't know.

I don't know, I just wanted to see
where you really hang out.

Come to us for a tea.

"To us"?

Shall we?

This is my Grandpa,
Hryhoriy Antonovych.

Grandpa, this is...

- I never asked...
- Katya.

Grandpa, this is Katya.

I invited Katya to us for a tea.

[sighs]

You left the car alone again.

[phone rings]

I'm sorry. Shall we go?

Thank you.

[birds chirping]

Come in.

Katya: Is this a Hlushchenko?

Anton: Do you know him?

Mm-hmm.

How did you get the original?

This is Grandpa's favorite story.

He will tell it to you, too.

Just don't tell
you've recognized the painter.

You're surprising though.

I was studying at the art school.

Although, only for two years.

And later I've started
to question my talents.

I dropped out.
I wanted to burn everything.

Did you?

No.

If you have a talent,
you'd definitely know that.

Maybe so.

So I don't have any talent.

[sighs]

That's not a big deal.

Let's go have some tea.

- Sugar?
- Unh-uh.

Careful, it's hot.

Do you have a talent?

Well here, I bake bread.

Hmm.

I can't cook.

But that I have from my parents.

My Mom was an awful cook.

When I was a kid,
I never liked her cooking.

So what talents do you hide?

You gotta try something new.

Yeah...

You'll find out in the process.

I don't even know.

I've tried many things,
usually to the same result.

Like, recently I've been
learning to ride a bike.

I got on it...

I rode a bit, fell from it,

and that's it.

I couldn't get back to it.

Such is probably my talent:
never to finish anything.

So you're a well-balanced person.

You've got no extremes.

[Katya clears throat]

Grandpa, do we have wine?

Not for me.

We do.

Grandpa: Anyways,

the sheep should get slaughtered,

but according to their customs,

only a man could do that.

And during the evacuation
I was the only man there.

I was seven years old.

My Mom started to cry,
I'd never seen a sheep even once.

We used to live in Kyiv before that.

But I said,
"If it's a man's work, I'm up for it."

So did you actually...?

Grandpa: Sure, do what you say.

It doesn't matter how old you are,

seven or twenty... seven.

Our first meeting with Anton
was a heroic one.

- A meeting with him?
- Katya: Mm-hmm.

I was at this place in downtown Kyiv.

And a dog almost attacked me.

I'm really scared of dogs, but...

If it wasn't for Anton,
I don't know what would've happened.

So what were you doing downtown?

I went to see a crime scene.

Grandpa: Anton,
you said you were going to Lyalya.

But I did go to see Mom.

She said she's renovating
your apartment.

She's got no money.

Mm-hmm.

Is she drinking?

Are you only concerned about that?

Grandpa: What else is there
to be concerned about?

- Anton: Yura has been drafted.
- Grandpa: No way.

Anton: Mm-hmm.

And who drafted him, huh?

He'll pee himself in a tank-cut.

So they take everyone to the army now?

No wonder the war doesn't end.

Anton:
Maybe he will come back a hero.

As you did.

Katya: I've seen you have
a Hlushchenko painting.

- It's an original, isn't it?
- Ah...

This is quite a story.

One woman gave it to me.

Once she came to my office...

Anton: It's a long soap opera,

just skip to the part where you,

the almighty hero,

save such a pretty...

widow of a Soviet intelligence officer,
comrade Hlushchenko.

What was it
that you were saving her from?

The KGB dungeons?

Go on, we're all ears.

Do you want some coffee?

Sure.

[grandpa sighs]

So will you tell me
about the painting?

As I said...

one very pretty woman

gave it to me.

[Anton fanning fire]

[phone rings]

[ringing stops]

Is someone waiting for you?

Yeah.

His name is Johann.

The day after tomorrow
I should go with him to Berlin.

We're together since December.
He's a German photojournalist.

He came here to shoot the Maidan.

He took a picture of me on a barricade.

I was making tea there.

I was sitting among tea boxes.

Anton: Would you show it?

One moment.

A princess.
[Katya smiles]

[sighs]

What about you? Been there?

No.

Why not? Holed up here?

No, in Hlevakha.

What is that?

A mental hospital.

For alcoholics and drug addicts.

So you're an alcoholic or...?

I'm both.

Katya: Hmm.

But now I'm clean.

9 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days.

I've seen psychos
who used to count even hours.

But I think that's... [English] too much.

So now it's, sort of, your new life?

Sort of.

Well, the day after tomorrow
mine starts as well, sort of.

So how is it?

Hmm?

The new life?

Yeah...

Too bad it doesn't
come with a manual.

In this case it would be...

Not that...

Lonely.

Right.

Exactly.

Will you stay for the night?

You can sleep on the couch.

Next to Hlushchenko.

[Katya laughs]

Of course.

I can't resist such a company.

Yeah.

[breathes heavily]

Katya: Good morning.

Hey.

Do you want one?

Can I smoke indoors?

Anton: Hmm.
[rain falling]

You smell so... nice.

Smell of what?

Of something tasty.

The tea was here, I guess.
Which would you drink, green or black?

Black.

- You're having black, too?
- Yeah.

Let's go.

Where?

To ride a bike.

Let's go.

Oh no, I'm good.

Why is that?

What's wrong? Let's ride a bike.

Everyone rides a bike in Berlin.

I'm quite a talented
bike riding coach.

I see.

I know a trick.

Are you coming?

Spill the beans.

What's your trick?

There is no trick.

What do you mean, no trick?

You have to accept the falling.

Are you kidding me?

Get on, try it.

I'm pretty capable of falling down.

You have to fall many times,

and get through that.

Come on, let's try.

Damn.

Come on, get up.
It's okay, try again.

[Katya screams]

I think it's enough for today, Mr. Coach.

- But you're not that bad.
- Not that bad?

I made it... all the way!

Yeah, it's not that bad.

But you still haven't got rid
of the main problem.

Your fear.

It's stuck right here.

It's a natural
self-preservation instinct.

Well then, flip it off.

My instinct?

Sure.

[Katya screams]

[loud thud]

What is that?

They're cutting down the trees.

Is it some routine crap?

Not really, it's illegal.

[chainsaw roars]

And you're doing nothing about it?

Grandpa tries to shut them down.

Right. He's kind of a fighter.

Come on.

A freaking boss.

By the way, why did you make up
that story about the dog?

I don't know.

Probably I just like telling people
things they really like to hear.

Oh, so you're merciful?

I don't know.

Do you really think he needs mercy?

I think everybody needs it.

[sighs]

[door closes]

Anton:
Grandpa, we have to take Katya back.

[thud]
Anton: Grandpa!

Grandpa!

Grandpa! Grandpa!

Katya: Don't lift him up.

Don't, you hear me?

You have to roll him on the side.

Anton: Put something under his head.

What is the address?

[Katya sighs]

Katya: [whispering] Battery's dead.

[whispering]
The subway is open already.

Mm-hmm.

I remembered
those photos in your room.

They're so funny.

So you must be a talent, after all.

So you play, or...

Don't you have to go now?

Berlin is waiting.

I don't think I'm going
to Berlin anymore.

Anton: Are you going to save me?

Right?

What do you mean?

[normal voice] Well, I can see
your messianic plan unfolding.

A plan to save Anton.

[Katya smiles]

Do I deserve mercy?

[normal voice]
Everybody deserve mercy.

Let me tell you how it's going to be.

[whispering] We will be happy.

For a while, actually.

[normal voice]
So happy, the rest wouldn't matter.

[sighs] But you know,
I've got a quite crappy willpower.

I've been testing it rather extensively.

I'll lose control.

I don't know when it happens,
but it will.

You will be sitting at a hospital,
convinced it's just a tragic incident.

I will tell you that...

you're the love of my live.

That it won't ever happen again,
if not for you I'd be dead a while ago.

But you should never
trust an alcoholic.

They never stop lying.

Even to themselves.

And since I know this, I'll try
to get rid of you before I lose control.

I'd be rough,
and act like a total asshole.

But you're merciful, and you'll find
strength not to leave me right away,

no matter what kind of asshole I am.

Even now you're listening and thinking
this is not the most important thing.

The most important thing is that both
of us have two hands - what a miracle.

We both have two legs,
what a coincidence!

It's destiny!

You're going to drag me.

For a while I will be giving in,
because I'd like that.

But when I lose control,
it's going to be too late to back out.

You'll agree to such things
you can't even imagine now, Katya.

You are a nice girl, aren't you?

And this Berlin of yours...

Quite an adventure, right?

You're going to fuck with me
in some dirty building,

while I'll be waiting for a fix
from some Vasya or Petya.

And you're going to think
you're a femme fatale.

You'll have an abortion.

You'll get some meaningless job.
Then you'll quit the meaningless job.

You're going to go see Grandpa
about the money.

While I'll be wasted or getting wasted
with some pushers in a joint.

You'll master the art of lying to him,
I can feel it.

But sooner or later you'll get there,

you'll start to get on my nerves
by saying,

"Why don't you go back
to playing music?"

And this is the main reason
why I'm telling you all this right now.

Katya, I'm not going
to achieve anything else.

All these talks about trying again,
about finding out in the process...

That is all bullshit.

I'd love to believe
you'd never mention any of that,

but I'm not sure you'll handle.

'Cause it is one thing
to diaper an alcoholic

and another thing to rescue a genius.

Do you really want to clean up after
a drunkard for the rest of your life?

Katya, you deserve better.

Anton: Katya...

Instructor: Stand still.

On the count of four.
Don't forget about the heart.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out. Now switching to plank.

Stand on straight hands.

Keep standing. Straighten up your body,
pull up your lower back.

Once again, breathe in.

Breathe out through your nose.
Now switching to front plank.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Now switching to cobra position.

Breathe in.

Grandpa: Don't.

Anton: Hold on.

Anton: Where are you going?

Lie down on the couch.

Help me to get upstairs.

Lie on the couch, what do you think
you're doing going upstairs?

Get me upstairs.

Do as I say.

Anton: Hold on to me.

Lie down.

What are you doing, Grandpa?

Crap.

Move the bed over here.

Come on, get up.

Stand still here, please.

Stand up.

The bed.

What do you want with it?

Move it over against the window.

[breathing heavily]

Hold on to me.

To the car. Go to the car.

Do you hear me?

Go to the car.

Anton: What for?

Get the shotgun from the trunk.

What do you want to eat?

- Do you hear me?
- What do you want to eat?

Anton!

Anton: Sleep.

Anton.

Go and get it for me.

What?

The shotgun.

What shotgun, Grandpa?
Please keep eating.

Do you hear me?

They're coming.

Who are they, Grandpa?

Don't you understand?

They're coming.
If not today, the next day then.

Those bastards who cut the trees.

Do you think they'll leave it like that?

Like hyenas,
the smell of weakness attracts them.

There will be... a fire.

We can't fall asleep,
do you hear me, Anton?

Grandpa: Anton!

Get the key on a nail,
do you hear me?

Or check the drawer for it.

Man: Anton Hryhorovych Siborsky?

It's me.

Man: Good afternoon.

This is a military subpoena for you.

Take a look and sign it.

Man: Sign it here.

Do you know
where the military commissariat it?

No.

3 Kirova St., it opens at 9 a.m.
I'll be waiting for you.

Goodbye.

Make me some coffee.

[door closes]

[disco music plays in distance]

[loud disco music]

[people cheering]

LOOKING FOR A ROOM,
ASK BARTENDER FOR THE PHONE NUMBER

Anton!

[woman speaks indistinctly]

DJ: My friends!

Look who's here! Anton, motherfuckers!

[crowd cheering]

What brought you here?

What are you doing in this place?

So, are you here for long?

- Forever.
- Mm-hmm.

DJ: Did you finish your opera?

Why not?

I didn't.

DJ: Hmm.

So why did you actually come?

How are you doing?

Well, as you can see,
working my ass off.

You're a real talent,
I'm just a party DJ.

Well, you know the drill.

I belong here.

I feel like this is the place for me.

So... and I really wanted you
to break out of here.

It's freezing.

It kinda is.

Let's get inside.

- Let's go.
- Go on, I'll finish my cigarette.

I'll be right back.

[loud disco music]

Dude, I need her number.

[Ukrainian rock song plays]

[crowd cheering]

Anton: Katya.

It's me.

Woman: Young man,
this is not a sleeping car.

Pay the fare.

[celestial music]

Are you cold?

Will you take me inside?

Unh-uh.

Why didn't you go to Berlin?

It's not for me.

So what's for you?

To be here now.

Are you hungry?

There is a place nearby,
with real dumplings.

You do like dumplings.

We could order a pizza.

But they're going to deliver it
like in three days on reindeers.

Well, let's order.

- We'll wait for the reindeers.
- Hmm...

Pass me the phone,
it should be there.

Pass me the phone, please.

Alright.

Oh God...

[on-hold music from phone]

What is it?

Listen to this crap.

[on-hold music continues]

[Anton hums tune]

[Anton continues humming tune]

Ask me, if you want to.

What's next?

I'm going to the army tomorrow.

Are you serious?

Did you get a subpoena?

Yesterday.

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

Where do you think you're going? Hmm?

[whispering] I don't know what to say.

[whispers indistinctly]

Anton: [whispering] Katya...

We're together now.

Let's stay together for now.

Okay?

[normal voice]
Maybe we should move to Poland?

[Anton smiles]

We can try to find bus tickets today.

Or you can move to my place, stay here
and they won't find you for a while,

and later we'll figure something out.

How did you get this scar?

I fell.

[whispering] What's the difference...

[Katya sighs]

[whispering]
I want to know everything about you.

[ladder clattering]

[gunshot]

[dogs barking in the distance]

Anton: When I was nine,

it was after the first contest I guess,

someone said, "Our Mozart."

And then I realized
I wouldn't achieve anything else.

So I decided,

"If I don't discover
something truly great by 14,

I'll quit music."

Music is not to be written,

it's...

it's to be discovered.

But I was obsessed with writing it.

I quit alcohol and drugs, but...

in a couple of days I realized
only systemic intoxication can really

stop this writing psychosis.

I believe that self-confidence
is only a dream.

That personality is a stereotype.

And all of us are like ghosts.

[celestial music]

Closed captioning: STUDIO ASCI, Crema, Italy
Original subtitles: TATOFILM, Kiev, Ukraine