Original subtitles

THIS FILM CONTAINS SMOKING SCENES AND CONSUMPTION OF ALCOHOL

REMEMBER THAT EXCESSIVE DRINKING AND SMOKING IS BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH

Translation by Kukazumba. Copyright reserved

(beating sounds)

-If you yap about it to anybody, I'll kill you.

(PUBLIC HOSPITAL №12)

-Hey guys, is the main entrance closed?

-Visiting time is from 1 PM.

-I see.

Got another cigarette? -It's the last one.

-Are you guys doctors here?

-Nah, we're interns. -What?

-I said, interns. -Interns? -Uh-huh.

-I see.

Look, it's kinda cold. Can I borrow your doctors coat?

-But it's mine, how can I...

-Don't you worry. I'll warm it up and give it back.

-They only gave us one, I can't.

-But you're not doctors yet? No.

And I AM a doctor. Take it off.

-I won't, go away... -I said take it off.

-Hey, I'll call somebody now!

-Call your mom. -I'm calling!

-Cry baby! Take it off.

Why so greedy?

Hello, how is it going? -Hello-hello.

-Doctor... -Later, miss.

-Guys, there's no handle. I can't open it.

-Marat! Come 'ere.

Chop-chop.

Where've you been? -My dad kidnapped me.

-I see.

Look, somene has beaten up a guy from "Khadi" in his own bed.

He's in intensive care, and his friends are looking for us. They wanna give us a "Good morning".

-We must leave. -Yeah, see that?

-How many of ours? -Three including you.

Zima was arrested, they found his knife. And Adidas is being operated on.

His leg was hurt real bad.

-We have to get him outta here. -Yes, let's go.

-Hello, let me assist you. -What?

-Just offering a hand.

-Who the hell are you? -An intern.

-Where are you going? It's from the basement.

-I'll meet you there.

-Hullo! Is Suvorov here? -Get out immediately.

-Guys, it's Adidas! -This is a sterile area!

-Sorry, it's an emergency evacuation. You grab his legs.

-Not his legs! What're you doing? -And - one!

-I'm calling the police! -You're not done yet?

-He'll get an infection and lose his leg! -Don't jinx him! He's my brother!.

Let's go. -Not with the legs first!

I'll finish it then.

(Mirazh - "Noviy Geroi")

-Get in!

-Asshole... -It's Natasha. Don't move.

-Natasha?

Natasha...

-Move-move.

Thanks!

Careful, he's not a log.

-Maybe I'll hold them off? -Who? Are you a hero? Keep pushing.

C'mon, to the ambulance.

Bro, take us home, pretty please! -My shift's over.

-Andrei?

-I'll be right back!

-What are you doing here? -Helping a veteran.

-Wait, what veteran? -Go home, mom!

Let's go.

Fuck!

Gun it! -Speed up!

How does the thing turn on?

(turns on the siren)

(police siren)

-Stop immediately!

-Cops! -Faster, faster!

-Stop right now. -I'm flooring it!

-Faster! -Tolya, send the Heli!

-Here, I'm here. -The Heli, now!

-It's not Tolya. It's Marat.

(mumbles)

Hey-hey-hey! Hands!

Vova, Vova!

It's me, calm down!

There, there, there!

Hush, hush.

(shout) -Yes!

-Yes!

THE BOY'S WORD: BLOOD ON THE ASHPALT EPISODE 4

(hardly speaking) -Where's...

the fizzy hair one?

-Three coats, a pair of pants.

There were boots somewhere, not in the gym, I dunno.

-We also need pain killers.

-Again? Where am I gonna get them?!

-I don't care. Go find some.

-Where are we?

-Are you up, Vova?

There was a brawl at the hospital. We checked you out.

-Oh, hi Vova! What's up?

-What's this? -Took them out of cellar 17.

-Where were you?

-With you.

-Nah, before that.

During our raid.

I didn't see you there.

-Dad drove me off. They found out in school that I'd lifted the hat.

I barely escaped. He was taking me to our aunt's.

Honestly. I'd have given my right arm to be there.

-Who fucking needs you, without an arm?

Boys, I'm not feeling well.

Got anything to drink?

-Carefully. -I'm good.

-Holding? -Uh-huh.

-Don't remember such a fuss for a long time.

They raided the hospital because

some brat chirped to "Khadi"

that our guy had almost killed one of theirs.

-It was me.

Ravil Isakov who killed Yeralash.

I found him, but...

there was no time to call you.

-Are you the one here with the initiative now?

-He's right. -Who fucking asked you?

So brave because your brother's back now?

You've become too brazen, kiddos.

Maybe we should "rank you up" since you decided who to execute yourself?

-Turbo...

-Why Turbo?

Maybe I'm not getting it?

The Street has taught me differently.

Who asked you to "take him out"?

-Enough. -Why enough, Vova? Am I wrong?

Go talk to the Elders yourself now. They didn't command to attack "Khadi" gang.

-I'm your Elder.

Why did you blow up?

Tomorrow is a big gathering.

We'll talk.

And tonight I'll stay here.

-Get better soon.

-Vova, I'll stay with you.

I'll stay on watch.

-Good job, Coatie. -Thanks.

-See ya.

-Shut the door guys. It's cold.

-You're crazy.

Where're you going now? -To a rehearsal.

-Can I go too?

-Where to? I've just washed there. -We've a rehearsal.

-Hurry up, I'm only waiting on you.

(music from behind the door)

-Oh, finally showed up? -Hullo.

-Sup.

What's with the head? -Played basketball and hit the basket.

-And who's that? Your fan?

-He's my friend, Marat.

Irina's not coming tonight?

-No. She's working.

So tell us what you know. How do you play? Can you play by ear?

-It depends.

-We need to know exactly. We need someone we can rely on.

Because...

we already have a certain reputation.

Let's see.

Okay, guys, let's do...

"Belaya Noch".

(play music from "Belaya Noch")

Okay, okay. Stop, stop, stop.

You don't know it, do you? -You said to play by ear.

-And your money's already slipped away..

You need to have it "in your fingers" already. We don't have time to teach you.

(sighs)

Look, I'm sorry.

You need to study. You used to go to a music school?

-Uh-huh. -You need to continue it.

You're just not on our level, get it?

-Do you play "Kiss"?

-Well, we can.

-Do you know that the lightning bolts on their logo mean SS?

Are you a Nazi? Wearing this "US Army" shirt. Are you fucking American?

You talk about your reputation, your level. What is your level?

Yuri Antonov is your level?

You think you've instantly got a reputation by dressing like fucking peacocks?

Who knows you out there? REPUTATION!

You'll get a reputation, when you give up this American trash

and start playing real stuff. -What's that?

-"Laskoviy Mai"! -Marat!

-Wait, I'm talking! Why the fuck is your hair so long?

Put on a dress, fuck off to America and dance there.

-We don't play music for animals like you, get it?

Irina asked me to send you back to music school, so I did.

We don't need a pianist. Fuck off!

-I'll show you how to love the Motherland!

-Dumb bitches.

-Hi, mom. -Evening, Svetlana Mikhailovna.

Sorry for the late visit.

-Mom, it's Marat, remember? His parents went on a business trip,

and he's lost his keys. Can he stay here tonight?

-What happened to your clothes? -I borrowed them.

-Okay, show Marat in, and then come for a talk.

-Thank you.

Yulya, will you show me your toys? I wanna play.

-I will, but I won't let you play. -Let's go.

-I'm sorry I didn't come earlier. We were helping someone.

Hooligans were chasing him. This and that...

They said I was fine and could walk around.

-There were police after you. -Yes, they were escorting us.

It's a whole story.

A gang came to hurt a man for no reason.

And somebody had to get him away from there.

Who else could do it? Doctors were operating.

So Turbo... Valera and both of us did.

They'll give us a letter of gratitude.

-I took your clothes from the hospital.

Have dinner and then go to bed.

-Uh-huh.

-Yeah, it was cool.

I thought, we'd die there.

Really, there were 6 snouts at the elevator.

-I think it was 4.

-They got totally shocked

with us and the crash cart and the IV. What a circus.

-It was a real wow-effect.

(silent TV test card noise)

-What's up? -Mom must've left the TV on.

Mom?

Can I turn it off?

Are you okay, mom?

-I...

don't...

believe you.

-Forward - march!

-This is all my fault, mine. I won't make excuses.

I lost your father... -Don't say that, mom.

-And couldn't keep you safe either.

Good morning, may we?

-You may. Who are you?

-The Vasilievs, I'm his mother. We called yesterday.

-Yes indeed. But mom's out.

We don't allow moms in here. -Uh-huh.

-Sit down, Vasiliev.

So you've decided to become a cadet?

I don't mind if you have water...

But we ususally ask for permission here.

Do you know who a cadet is?

A cadet is someone who's always

ready to defend his Motherland, at any moment.

Are you ready though?

-I dunno, I'm a pacifist.

-Me too.

Because a pacifist is someone who's against wars.

And only knowing well how to defend our Motherland

saves us from an invasion.

One has to grow to understand it.

-I don't think there'll be a war.

We're even leaving Afghanistan.

I've got a friend who returned.

He says you only steal food rations and don't do anything else.

Not you specifically. The generals.

Actually, you too.

Your face is quite fat.

Not just due to bread alone, of course?

-Get out.

Get OUT!

-Merci beaucoup.

(Yulya) -"Su-ro-vo's..."

-Suvorov's.

-"...army

defeated..."

Finally! -How was it?

-Everything's super. They just need some more papers,

then I can start this week. -We'll bring everything tomorrow.

Oh, thank god son. This is such a good place, isn't it?

-I'll bring the papers myself, mom. So, let's go?

-Let's go eat ice-cream.

-Aigul! Hey!

Hi! Maybe you'll skip your solfeggio or whatever it is?

-No.

-Why are you so...?

-I'm okay.

-No really, what's happened?

-Nothing.

-I can see it, something's wrong.

-Then you must know why. -What have I done?

-Where've you been? You disappeared for two days, you didn't even call me.

And now you're here asking me to skip my classes?

A relationship is not showing up casually. A relationship is a relationship.

"Hey". Are you telling ME "hey"? I'm not "hey".

Go call your mom "hey".

I have feelings too. Understand?

That's it? You've nothing to say?

-I actually came to explain myself.

It's a wild story!

Our guy Yeralash got killed.

We found out who did it. Then my dad kidnapped me.

My brother almost died. He's still limping.

We stole an ambulance to drive him off.

-I dated you, not your brother.

You're dismissed.

-You, stop!

From where? -From accordion.

-Dismissed.

-Not too much! -C'mon.

Show the people how you can drink.

Chug-chug.

(laughs) What a woman!

-Go away. Come when we're not here.

-There's a gathering. Vova wants to speak to you.

-What is it?

He's got something to tell me?

-All ages are there, waiting for you, to decide. It's a serious issue.

-If it's serious,

then we need to go and speak, yes?

-Yeah. -Didn't I use my perfume in vain today?

Need to go show it to the people.

-I'll go too. -Stay here.

-Vova! They're coming.

-Salam (hello) to everyone!

So, who wanted to speak to me?

You?

Why so gloomy, Boys?

-We've talked with the Boys.

We do not support you. -Who exactly?

You?

Or maybe you?

A-a-ah! It's you then!

Why hide behind Adidas, if you don't support me?

You could've come and say it to my face.

-I'll say it myself.

A guy from "Khadi" said that they bullshited you,

when you talked to them about Yeralash.

You didn't even mention him. And then you told us stories that he'd broken the Boy's Code.

You're scared shitless of them.

You traded Yeralash for a glass of vodka. Or whatever you drank there, cologne?

Huh?

Doing "Blackie" every other day.

Boys from the other Streets look at you and think we're all like you.

Nobody fucking respects you in the town anymore, Kashey.

-Yeah? -Of course. To us, you've become worse than uncle Tolya.

You've lost our respect.

-Are you done?

Then

I'll answer to all your charges now.

Did you just call me a rat in front of everyone?

Is this what you mean? -Yes, in fact.

-You're telling me that I betrayed some Eggshell.

Did you see it for yourself or did someone bullshited you? That's my question.

-People don't say things without a reason. -They also say you can milk a chicken.

Do you understand that you're pushing

some cops' crap on your Elder?

You're done, Vova!

Such things aren't fucking forgiven here.

I'm here, I'm standing for this Street!

I'm all for the Boys, and the Boys are all for me! Y'all know.

I fucking brought up People here! I fucking brought YOU up!

Don't you understand, they can't defeat us all together.

And now they're splitting us apart. -Guys!

Guys, do you wanna watch a video player?

-Dude, can't you see that People are talking now, huh?

-There's a video salon...

-So... -A ruble per person.

-Dude, fuck off!

-Just in case: house 7, Malenkaya street.

-I grew up here, I buried my father here!

And this is where the purge

of the criminal world will begin. From this hood!

Because the power is in the People, Vova!

(Yuriy Shatunov - "Sedaya Noch")

-Enough, Boys!

Enough!

Enough, I said!

We are the STREET.

We're "Universam".

And your prison-like crap isn't us.

We are the Street.

(everyone chanting) -We are the Street!

We are the Street! We are the Street! We are the Street!

(Yuriy Shatunov - "Sedaya Noch")

There MUST be something inside.

Kashey collected it from all ages.

Oh! Drill!

(everybody) -О-о-о!

-Look at that!

(Marat) -Just don't fire!

-Bro, who d'you think you're talking to?

А-а-а!

Take the Boys to the movies. Live it up, guys.

(everybody) -And again it's the grey night, and only I trust it.

You know, grey night, you know all my secrets...

-Hello there!

Hi. You said we could see some videos here.

-Yes. A ruble per person and go.

-Is the video player local or name-branded ? -It's name-branded.

I worked in Angola and they payed me with cheques.

And I spent them in Beryozka.

-Here's your money.

-Guys, I don't mind, of course,

but you all won't fit in there.

-We'll try.

(Yuriy Shatunov - "Sedaya Noch")

-Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!

-Woah! -Yeah!

(woman moaning)

Coatie, hurry up.

Coatie!

Whatcha doing there? Shame on you!

-You're in the line? -Yes.

-Who's there? -Zima.

-Zima! Finish up, Zima!

Hurry up! -I'm coming.

Bring the light back, Turbo.

-10 seconds more, please!

-I also have a cartoon. About a bird and a cat.

They're not bad either.

-Nah, nah.

Will she really do it with a horse?

-Nah, we don't need that, Boys.

(everybody) -He-e-ey!

-Will we really watch her with a horse? We're normal here.

-Nah, it's bullshit.

You can take a heart out with three fingers.

-Not with three. But with four - you can, if you do it fast.

Tell him. -Bro, Bruce Lee can, trust me.

I have a pal, we were in the army together. He was his trainee, imagine.

-You don't say so! -I swear.

His parents were like diplomats in Hong Kong and all that.

So he came to his school, Bruce wouldn't let him in...

He, whatcha call it, spent an entire 24 hours on the porch, feel me?

And Bruce saw him standing there

and took him in and started training him. -No way.

-Imagine, this dude has earned 30 rubles in one day.

As much as our Common Fund.

-It's a cool thing, this video salon. -Uh-huh.

-Yes.

We somehow need

to open one in our Street.

-Where were you? (mumbles)

What? (mumbles)

Sleeping? -Uh-huh.

(mumbles)

-Traumatic brain injury? -Uh-huh.

-What was the space between beds? Around 1.5 meters?

Right there somebody was beaten for a long time, almost got killed. And you didn't wake up?

Sign here.

I'm done.

Whose shift was it that night? Yours or others?

-Mine. -And you didn't hear anything either?

Maybe somebody visited him, his family or friends?

-No, no one.

Those others broke in later.

There were no strangers, when the one with a broken jaw got beaten.

-I see, thank you.

-Wait!

There was a boy wanting to see him. He could barely stand.

-A boy?

-Hello. -What's up, guys?

-We have a question. If we buy a clean VHS,

will you be able to copy a movie on it?

-Nah, you'll need another video player. How could I do it with one?

-I see. So with one it won't work? -No.

-And what movies do you have? There was "Robocop" and something about a bird.

-It's a cartoon. About a cat and a canary.

It's funny. Come tomorrow, I'll play it for you.

-А... А... And how much is a video player?

-Got the cords? -Yeah.

-And the porn? -No.

-Are you retarded? Go, fast.

(Marat) -...would you do an exchange?

We've got a fully working "Lada".

-What model? -"Niva".

-I'll have to think about it. (noise)

Katya, what's that? -Don't know, I'm in the kitchen.

-My dad... he also works in Angola as an interpreter.

In Angolish. It's such a funny story... -Hey! What are you doing here?

-Let's go! Gimme your hand!

-Stop!

-Run!

Let's go! Hurry up! -Stop!

Stop, I told you! -Fuck you!

-I'll remember you, thief!

-Hi, mom.

-You're back? -Hello.

-Your parents aren't back yet? -Still waiting.

This is for Yulya. Does she like cakes?

-Cakes?! -Very much, thank you.

Go wash your hands and go eat, I've made some food.

-Can I make a phone call? -Yes.

(phone rings)

-Hello!

Hello!

What the heck.

(phone rings) -I'll get it, dear.

Yes, speak?

-Hi, it's me.

-Hello-hello.

(sound on TV)

Where're you calling from? -From a friends.

I'm staying at his place. -Marat, honey!

Please, come back home. I'll talk to your dad.

-No, mom. Look,

can you pack my clothes?

Underwear and stuff I can't borrow it anymore.

-Yes, I can.

But better

come yourself after your dad leaves, I'll feed you.

-Thanks, mom. -Please, come back sooner.

-Who's this? -Ah... It's Lyuba.

-Ah!

-Andrei dear, remind me tomorrow to take away the Christmas tree.

-Uh-huh.

-Woah! One, two, three, four, five, six! Yulya!

-It's a pleasure to watch you play.

-One! Not bad too.

Woah! -I'm going to the herring.

-Yes, you're catching up with the boys.

(doorbell rings) -I'll get it!

-Be careful. First ask who.

-One.

-And into a whirlpool. What a pity.

-Hello.

-We are on a big journey. Join us.

Yulya's almost lost interest already.

-What are you playing for? Money?

-Why? -Because I see some serious people here.

Okay, that's enough.

Get out of here.

Move, move.

I'll talk to you too.

-Marat, stay.

Andrei's having his friend over.

-Such friends are eating dead meat in the ditch. You know what they did today?

They stomped their own mate, the whole mob. Right outside your windows.

And now they're sitting here and rolling dice.

He's Adidas junior, the brother of their Authority.

And what are YOU waiting for? Until they start stealing furniture from your house?

Well then, go invite the rest.

It's almost like their den in here.

Get OUT, I said. -This is my house.

I'm asking you not to say such things in front of the children.

-Yeah, "children". As you wish then.

I'm not going to share the table with bandits.

-In this case, I'm not stopping you.

-This is serious talk now.

Awesome.

I'd like to have a word with him, in private.

Don't be afraid, I won't eat him. (Yulya) -The music is over!

-It's okay, mom.

-Look, the situation is the following.

If Ravil dies...

You know him, right? The one that you beat up in the hospital.

He's in intensive care now.

They had to open his skull to release the pressure. It didn't help much.

So, IF...

Or I better say, WHEN he dies,

you're facing a real sentence.

Not being on record or on bail. A real sentence.

I didn't tell your mother.

You're already a big pain for her. She doesn't need more.

But after today's issue, I won't be around anymore.

So it's up to you to decide what to do, when she's left all alone with Yulya.

-Decide what?

-To come and claim:

"I, Andrei Vasiliev am an idiot, who didn't value my life, walked the wrong path".

And then I'll show how you can change it.

Think about it.

We're opening a new Department of Organized Crime.

WE are the power now. We'll catch you all within 2 weeks.

(motor noise)

-Here're sandwiches for you to eat, finally.

-Andrei's mom fed me.

-God, what a shame - with living parents, you...

-Everything's fine. I also help them out where I can.

Okay, I gotta go, mom.

-I just kept thinking,

whether or not your "Lyuba" would come?

So "she" HAS come.

Tonight come back home.

I'll come in the evening, we'll be speaking.

-I'll unpack it.

-Oh... Hi.

-Your probation is over. I'll give you the paper and your character reference now.

Wait here.

Wait there, I said. -I don't want to stay "there".

-What the hell is this?

-Kira, could you leave us for a minute, please?

(Kira smacks her tongue)

-Ira, did he tell you? -Irina Sergeyevna to you.

-You know...

Irina Sergeyevna...

who that Ravil is?

He killed Yeralash.

He jumped on his head.

He's a murderer.

-You know, I really tried to help.

Very much so.

But a person who beats a helpless guy is not a human to me.

Sorry.

(glass breaks)

-I made French-style meat, help yourself.

-You shouldn't have. Soviet-style meat would do too.

This starving one would gobble down anything.

-Did you pick that up in the army? "Gobble down". Where're your manners?

-Grand merci. -S'il vous plaît.

Kirill, you want some? -No, thanks.

Leave us, please, we need to talk.

-Why are you not eating?

Don't drink, I'm an athelete. -It's fine, you can with me.

You can pour yourself some soda.

I don't know though. Maybe you're big enough - already a thief.

You probably drink already.

So tell me about the hat.

-I stole it. -Why?

-Con-artists swindled a hat and 100 rubles from Andrei's mom.

While they don't even have enough food at home.

She was especially upset about her hat.

They're destitute. I even took my things to the commission.

But they said I was too young.

So I came out of the shop and saw Flyura Gabdulovna, full of herself.

"Young and beautiful".

Well...I yanked her hat.

-Are you an idiot?

-Well, I guess so.

I do believe you...

You wanted to help your friend, his mom.

But you can't do it like that.

Evil begets evil. You can't help one one by stealing from others.

You're no Robin Hood. Everyone's poor here.

Flyura Gabdulovna also spent her last money on that hat.

I'd never do such a thing.

It's scary when your son is a thief.

-C'mon, dad!

He's no thief.

Right?

It's just "hot blood".

He was choosing between an angry teacher and his friend.

Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him.

This won't happen again, yes?

-I can't forgive you yet.

But this is your home,

your mother and brother.

You live here too. -I wanted to live at aunt's actually.

-I'm not your enemy, understand?

Your mother and I, we won't live forever.

I ask you for one thing - a school diploma.

You won't go to this school anymore.

You'll take your papers to the French one, it's not far.

Can you do it for yourself?

-I will do my best.

Robin Hood, damn it.

-Good afternoon, Flyura Gabdulovna. I'm the mother of Andrei Vasiliev.

-Come in.

-Flyura Gabdulovna, as for the missed classes...

You see, Andrei was in the hospital. Here's the doctor's note.

-Excuse me, I forgot your name.

-Svetlana Mikhailovna.

-Svetlana Mikhailovna,

where did you get that hat?

-It's a gift. -And who gave it to you?

-My son. -It's just that, it's my hat.

Somebody tore it off me.

A schoolboy.

And I know who.

There's an "F" stitched in the lining.

-Where?

Where, show me.

-Here.

I stitched it. In red.

(sad music)

I understand.

You didn't know.

(humming)

-Mom...

(humming)

-What's up, mom? -I used to have a hat.

That I stole.

-What is it, mom? Don't scare me like this.

-Just went and stole it.

-Mom, what are you doing! Mom!

(Yulya screams)