All language subtitles for The Outskirts (Pyotr Lutsik, 1998)

The history goes all wrong.

Things went wrong as it were,
and turned to the worst.

In 199... there came the drill
workers to the Romanovsky village

and started drilling the oil well.

The locals made a riot
but they were quickly subdued.

They were shown a certificate,
with 4 state seals in it.

According to it,
the 13.5 thousand hectares

of the former
collective farm "Fatherland",

which was now divided
into minor farmsteads,

all the Romanovsky land
has been sold,

to whom no one knew.

This is how this injustice,
or even absurdity,

came about.
Such a shame...

"THE MORNING OF THE XXI CENTURY"
company

GOSKINO, RUSSIA, 1998

Directed by
Petr Lutsik

THE OUTSKIRTS

Come on, drink it, come on!

Then we'll go shoot
some hares and jackals!

Uncle, stop shouting.
I don't like that.

It's a nice rifle.
From the last war with the Germans.

A nice rifle indeed.

Only you must be really drunk,
Philip Ilyich,

to talk about jackals in our parts.

And there are no hares left either.
The drill workers dealt with them.

But the rifle is nice, really.

Maybe they didn't kill them all.
Maybe they left one for us.

The other day I saw tracks
on both sides of the river.

Come on, drink some.

Have some egg.

The blizzard is coming.
Come back, or we'll freeze!

What kind of hunting is this,
with all the beasts hiding...

Never mind the blizzard.

The smaller beasts hide
but the bigger ones still go out.

I wish I would just
freeze to death.

Uncle, the wolfs!

And you said
there were no wolves left!

Here I am!
Here I am, my darlings!

As big as life!

What happened to you, Fyodor?

I got chewed by the dogs,
Philip Ilyich.

In my old age, I got the dogs
unleashed at me.

We went to cut down dead trees
next to the brook,

and they set their dogs on Daddy.

They took our horse, too,
those drill workers.

The horse!

They harass the man
on his own land!

Hello, woman!

Give me your son!

What for?

Starting a riot again?

Do you want my Panya
killed alongside with you?

And that army of yours
is not that big!

However many there is,
they're all with us.

The rest of the villagers,
they hope to move to the city.

What kind of farmers are they,
damn it?

They wet their pants when asked
to defend their own land!

Besides, I'm not going
to riot. We're not bandits.

And we're not going,
despite some suggestions,

to hang the drill workers
upside down.

They're just
subordinate to someone else.

All I want is
to clear one thing out quietly.

How come our land got sold
without us knowing?

And who are the smart alecs
that sold it?

And we have our guns
just in case.

The times are rough, you know.

You too, Evdokiya, used to have
as much as 40 hectares

of pasture and meadows.

So, will you give us your son?

Or maybe you, Morozovs,
are going to the city too?

To some wretched factory?

Take him. Or he'll croak on
this stove-bench anyway.

Why should you need me?
I'll be just a burden to you.

And what kind of help can I be?

I've been sick for 2 months already.
Let me die in peace at home.

Why do we need him?
He'll be nothing but trouble.

It's ok, at least he'll
increase our number.

A bad sheep is better than nothing.

Don't worry,
you'll die on the road!

Remember, Philip Ilyich,
I'm giving you my only son!

Be strict with him but take only
smart risks and don't abandon him.

Dead or alive -
bring him back to me!

I promise that.

Hey! What is it?

Look, Safronov,
we talked it over with my brother,

- We decided not to go.
- We changed our mind.

They'll kill us all, and
we've got kids, you know.

- Shall I kill them?
- No.

First we'll go visit our former
collective farm chairman.

I've been wondering why he
moved out of the farmstead.

- So we'll ask him.
- And if he chooses not to answer?

We'll keep asking then.
Quietly.

We talked it over with my brother.

I'll go with you after all.
In case it all works out.

- But why only one of you?
- In case it doesn't work out.

At least the brother'll be home
and having gone nowhere then.

The war's started.

I don't like that.

Cheer up, Lykov.
We'll take care of you.

We just need
to get near that house.

Listen, Vasily Ivanovich,
it's me, Safronov.

Haven't you recognized me?

I've recognized you all right.
And two of your pals as well.

I just can't make out
the third one.

Then stop shooting.
We just need to talk!

We've got nothing to talk about!

And I have the right to shoot you
bandits on my private property!

And I sent
my family to the city.

- So, were you waiting for us?
- You, or the likes of you.

Tell me, Philip Ilyich,
have I killed Lykov?

Not yet.
You only wounded him.

It's a shame.
'Cause I aimed right at his heart.

Why've you stopped talking?

We're just wondering:
should we tear you into pieces,

or just skin you alive

when we get you,
you son-of-a-bitch.

Surrender, you bastard, or else
I'll blow you up with a grenade!

How come you have a grenade?

I don't. I just wanna scare him.

Kolya, you climb
the fence over there.

Panka, you go to the left,

and I'll go to the right.
And you, Lykov, stay here.

You may shoot and raise your hat.

Only don't stand up yourself! You
better call him all kinds of names!

As he's a spiteful man,
he'll start shooting at you.

Then we'll get him
from three sides at once.

And mind all of you:
you can wound him,

but we need him alive.

Vasily Ivanovich, it's me!

Remember, I asked
your daughter's hand!

Ah, Panya!

Why won't you talk to us?

We came to see you,

and you started shooting at us.

Can't you just talk like a man?

You're so spiteful.

Let's take him to the ice-hole.

Tell us, Vasily Ivanovich,

what sort of trick
did you pull with our land?

I wish I killed you, bastards!

You and me are almost
relatives, so to speak.

We're both war veterans,
we shed our blood for our country.

- You have two Orders of Glory.
- Three!

And you must have been
just a cook's apprentice!

Take him by the hair. My hands are
getting numb from the cold.

Bastard!
He bit off my finger!

He got away, the bastard!
Gone with the current!

The gaff, get the gaff or
we'll lose him!

Damn it, where
am I going to get the gaff?

Perfiliev! Alive!

There is an opening in the ice
over there, Philip Ilyich.

There must be a hot
spring running underneath.

That Vasily Ivanovich,
that stubborn devil!

Is he dead?

Don't worry, we'll resurrect him.

Some 4 years ago enterprisers
from the town came to my place,

and an apparatchik with them.

We talked about cooperation. They
promised fabulous profits to our farm.

They treated me to all kinds
of foods and drinks for the whole week.

And I signed some kind
of a paper, the idiot.

After that they
sent us two old tractors,

a truckful of brick,
some rusty metal beams.

They made me a personal
present - a farm motorcycle.

Then their business failed
and they vanished into thin air.

I don't even know
the apparatchik's whereabouts.

But one enterpriser lives
in the district nearby.

So I'll take you to him.

It's all my fault and I'll expiate
my sin with my own blood.

It's just that I don't like the cold
when I'm thawing.

I was wounded twice in the winter
during the war.

I got frozen dead into the earth
but was saved both times.

- How old are you?
- I'm 73 according to the passport.

But I added an odd year
just to get drafted in the army.

And never mind my age, Safronov.

I just came short of the ammo
or you all would be dead.

But for Kolka, I'd have
run away to the steppe.

Too bad about my high boots.

I'll wear them out.

Tell me frankly, Philip Ilyich.

Will you consider me as one of you
who's been wounded or not?

Will you give our land back
to my brother and me?

It's a bargain, pal.

You came with us
and shed your blood for us.

And through that
you won't be forgotten.

Make sure to keep your promise.
Or I'll send my brother in my stead.

Forgive me for having wounded you,
Lykov, and get better.

Once I return,
I'll give you my best goose.

All right,
but send me your sheep,

the breeding one,
to make my own wool.

You promised in front of everybody!
A wool-producing sheep!

I wish we had a couple
of dogs to make it soft,

or, even better, a sofa...

This is how I see it.

Man is like animal species,

he's tired of
a millennium-long life.

Both the old and
the young ones are tired.

You'd think man has more food
and sleep and rest now,

and the life is more sparing...
But still man has lost his tenacity,

he's become weak and vulnerable.

He doesn't have the zest to be
a worker or a warrior any more.

It's not true.
I, for one, like war.

I wish I could fight all my life.

But fight honestly and
get paid accordingly:

with lavish loot and glory.
And gold coins,

or land with my own serfs.

But I won't be taken
for a fool any more.

Why are you burning my feet?

Taking your revenge
on me for the ice-bath?

I didn't do it on purpose.

Come back!
You'll let in the cold air!

We need to air it out.

He made a hell
of a stench here.

And all this because
he undid his foot wrappings!

Can't you give your feet
a snow-bath, you oaf!

An interesting book?

- Wow, it's poetry!
- Really?

Read it out loud.
Give us a dramatic reading!

Yes, Panya, please do.

'twas twilight...

On the empty road,

Under a thickish oak appeared

A horseman in a sheepskin coat.

But suddenly his mount reared,

The horsie faltered,
gave a neigh.

Beneath - a streaming river lay,

And over yonder
shone a light,

Its flame was shimmering and low.

And - Gee! -
he urged his mare to go

No matter what -
all through the night...

The rainstorm ravaged,
and the beams

Of thunderlight
like arrows flashed.

The wind was harsh,
its heavy streams

The trees
wet to the marrow lashed.

The wind was harsh,
its heavy streams

The trees
wet to the marrow lashed!..

Our enterpriser seems
to be in a great hurry.

We've come just in time.

The rumors seem to have
quick feet in the steppe.

Going on a vacation, eh?

Tamara, take
the children into the house.

I must have
a word with the comrades.

Your woodshed, Makhotin:
its roof needs patching.

I was going
to do it in the spring.

Do me a favor, Vasily Ivanovich,
a personal favor.

Let my woman and kids go.

She must see her mother.

Why don't you
bid us to come in?

You're welcome.

But please let my family go.

My mother-in-law is very ill
and my kids are so little.

Well, let's go into the house.

He's so bull-headed,
he says he knows nothing.

And that they'll kill his whole family
if he talks.

Give me some room,
I'll need the stove.

What a brute you are,
Poluyanov, a fascist, a bandit -

to treat him like this!

Hey, pal, take your time, relax.

Do you feel bad?
Did he torture you?

Here, have some. Come on.

Relax a bit.

Kolya, go and bring the kids.

Relax, stay where you are.

He won't touch you again.
Let me cover you like that -

or you'll scare your own kids.

Don't worry. In fact,
they're kind-hearted people.

They won't kill your husband.

They'll ask him some questions
and we'll go away.

Why did they take the kids?

They just want
to put him to reason,

so that he sees
the kids and repents.

- Have mercy on the kids.
- Are they your kids?

Yes, and they are our last ones.

My wife couldn't
conceive for a long time.

I'll tell you everything,
just take my kids off the stove!

You silly woman!
You'll kill your own kids!

- Is everybody alive?
- Yes.

- Shall I kill her?
- Don't shoot!

Tamara, drop the gun.
Everything is all right.

We've discussed everything
and they're leaving now.

My brother sent me to you

to make sure
we get our land back.

Damn it! I got wounded too.

And I hitchhiked all the way here.

It's always like this with me
and my brother, it must be our fate.

As kids everyone
jumped into the quarry

and just the two of us
broke our legs.

I hitchhiked to get here.
Didn't think I'd catch up with you.

Philip Ilyich, be sure to
keep your promise about the land.

My brother and me
shed our blood for it.

I draw a land plan here
for you.

We have 85 hectares.

I've also added a little ravine
but it's only a tiny spot of land.

We could also send our
elder son on our behalf.

You better not,
he may get killed accidentally.

Don't forget that plan!
With the ravine!

I feel terrible.
I must be dying.

Have some courage!
You are not Denikin

to get from the steppe right
into London. You must persevere.

You'll be all right - I just broke two
of your ribs with the tongs.

You'll heal like a dog, in no time.
It's your own fault anyway.

He must be insane.

I could cut
his head off slowly,

but then he won't talk
ever at all.

What'll we do?

Maybe we should boil him,
slowly and tenderly?

I saw a cistern in the closet.

So you aren't afraid
of dying, old man?

Undress and untie him.

What's on your mind?

I wanna show the infernal
world to comrade Simavin.

Life after death.

It's cold down there.

- Take the knife, Kolya.
- No need.

I'll gnaw on him with
my own teeth, tenderly.

We'll just sit with him
in the darkness for a while.

Just don't interrupt us.

So, Panya, how's life?

Life is nice,
Vasily Ivanovich, really.

Never mind,
we're not old at all yet.

We'll yet live to party
at your wedding.

Give me a drink!
I'm dead cold!

It's cold down there
like in a grave.

So, the apparatchik confessed

and then died from fear.

Well, we ought to have
boiled him down instead.

You didn't really have to
do it this way...

I had to make sure
he wasn't lying!

I hate them apparatchiks.
Even the dead ones.

- Vasily, are you alright?
- Not sure, I think he's dead.

Go ahead, I'll catch up
with you at the station.

Help! Somebody!

Open up!

Help!

Help! They'll kill me!
Open the door, you bastards!

You must be Simavin's son.

It was me
who killed your father.

- How is he?
- He's dying.

Here, Vasily Ivanovich,
this is the man who killed you.

Amuse yourself before you die.

You grew up to be a good man.

Let me kiss you farewell.

So, farewell everybody.

- May you rest in peace.
- Farewell.

Farewell, my friend, farewell.

You lived an honest life and
you took an honest death.

He didn't like it when it's cold...

Your coat...
It's swelling with blood.

It's all right.

It's like an Egyptian pyramid.

Can it be that very place?

It's here all right.
Simavin told me the truth.

I guess our land is covered
with gold but it's not for us.

The farther from home,
the more expensive it gets.

We won't get that certificate.

We can't shoot everyone inside.
There must be thousands of them.

We can't take the guns.

The guards will search us.
I'm sure of that.

Let Philip Ilyich hide
a knife in his sleeve,

they won't suspect him.

And I'll bring
a razor in my mouth.

Let's have some sleep.

My jacket is all wrong.

We're just humble people,

we acknowledge
your power and superiority.

Take what is yours. If needed, we can
collect more and bring it to you.

You'll always have bread and meat
and everything you might want.

Why should you need our land?

We plough it and grow our bread,
the way we've done

for a thousand years.
We know nothing else.

What can be so funny about that?

You are so funny.

You're nice,
simple folks, really.

But you have sold your land.

Now everything
can be bought and sold.

I bought it legally
so the land is mine

for a hundred years!
How can I give it away?

Should I give my land to you,
I'll have to give it to everyone.

They're all good people too.

No way! I will drill
an oil well on your land.

Look here - these are oil
and gas samples from all my lands.

And these are
from all around the world.

They haven't even been discovered yet.

Say, this is from
an Arabian oil field,

not yet discovered.

And this is from
the Arctic region.

And this is from China,
from Sin-Tsyan.

Nobody even knows there
is oil down there.

But it's rich with sulfur!

This came from
American secret wells.

The oil's rather thin, really.

And this one is from
your place, from the Urals.

- Do you mean we have oil?
- There is oil everywhere,

and always has been.

It's like blood. The Earth
has its veins everywhere.

I'll be drilling for
a hundred years.

I'll drill right through
the heart of the Earth.

All the Earth's blood will be mine!

As for the money you brought,

look at this desk.

It's worth more
than your whole village,

with its bread and all.

Let's have a drink.

You are my compatriots, after all.

I come from the Urals too.

Do you know that there used to be
tigers in the Urals?

Well, you seem
to be totally right.

One can see
you're a wise man.

So take our money as
a token of our loyalty.

And don't forget us,
humble creatures,

in your mercy.

We'll tell all the farmers
about your sympathy.

And to remove all the doubts,
pray, show us the certificate.

This jacket is all right!

Directed by
Petr Lutsik