All language subtitles for Gyilkos a pokolbol

THE CINEMA FOUNDATION OF RUSSIA

NON-STOP PRODUCTION

WITH THE SUPPORT OF
THE CINEMA FOUNDATION OF RUSSIA

ALEXANDER RODNYANSKY

SERGEY MELKUMOV

PRESENT

A FILM BY

NIKOLAY KHOMERIKI

THE NINTH

Mister, mister!
Can you spare a coin?

For a crust of bread.

My mother died, sir.
Please.

The dead girl was beautiful...

and her tongue was cut out.
Lips stitched together.

Neatly, according to
Pavlusha the Deadman.

By a sober hand.
Seems the devil's at play.

I hear they get branded.

For a crust of bread.
My mom died.

Well, it's obvious.

It's the Vladimirskiy
gang out to play.

What do you want with them?

Her tongue was cut out.

Mouth sewn shut.

She talked too much.

Please, mister.

- A coin. For--
- Listen, kid!

You get nothing for whining.

- Beg sincerely.
- Let the lad go.

Murderer!

Police!

- Go, go.
- Scram!

Must you interfere, Ganin?

There's a fourth one, sir.

Was she sewn up?

Stomach ripped open
like a pheasant for stuffing.

That's some comparison.

I skipped lunch.

You shouldn't
have come here alone, sir.

With your position and skills...

you shouldn't do operative work.

Get stabbed to death,
and I'll have a new boss to deal with.

The operative workers

were sent out to catch anarchists.

And we have four victims already.

You used paste as glue, right?

Resin would have worked better.

Next time, you can glue it on.

And you shouldn't pity homeless kids.

Or anyone at all.

Afternoon, sir.

Branded while still alive.

Same as the others.

And fairly recently, too.

The bastard only attacks
the pretty ones.

May I examine her more closely?

Please.

What was used to make the cut?

The blade was wide and very sharp.

Perhaps... a meat cleaver.

No trace of inflammation -

she died almost instantly.

What's in there?

What...

barbarism.

The heart is missing.

It was taken out after her death.

By someone inexperienced.

Rinse this, my dear fellow.

Hard-boiled.

I need someone
who can explain what this is.

It's an egg, sir.
A chicken egg most likely.

And the drawing...

We'll find an expert.

How very curious.

I've examined many things -

Japanese antiques,

cuneiform potsherds,

MISS OLIVIA REED
- even Kabbalistic curses.

But never...

an egg brought by
criminal investigators.

Where did you get it?

Doesn't matter.

As you wish.

This is a pentagram.

The image itself is not a code,

but it does have meaning.

Pentagrams are not evil.

They serve as protection against evil.

As magic symbols.

Are you a magician?

I'm just...

an amateur.

A reader.

An occultist of sorts.
But I have no gift.

Why is that same symbol here, then?

SPIRITUAL EVENING

I don't remember.
It's a pretty trivial symbol, really.

I would like to attend this show.

Please, be my guest.

Is this some
Inquisition-era device?

For ancient torture?

No.

That's...

a very modern
piece of equipment.

After all, I'm...
a fan of English fashions.

And a favorite English pastime is...

sport.

Entertainment for your muscles.

Essential...
for those who work in their study.

Could we have seats
with a good view of the audience?

Seeing the spirits

will be exciting
no matter where you sit.

I'm not interested in spirits.

I want to see the living.

God, it's like a fairytale!

It looks so real!

I see you love the circus.

I wish firemen could do that.

- Those English, eh?
- Sirs!

Do behave!
It's distracting!

You're the one shouting, sir.

Miss Reed demands silence!

She warns you that the spirits here...
demand attention.

They'll punish anyone
who neglects them.

I must ask you to leave the building.

Can't you ever blend in, sir?

Vasiliy.

May I request a translation?

Ladies and gentlemen!

In this hall

for a brief moment

will appear
spirits you hold dear to your hearts.

Do not be afraid!

You are completely safe.

For the pentagram,
a symbol of protection,

will prevent them
from flying around the room.

One!

Those you have lost,

and those before whom
you still feel guilty.

Two!

Those you cannot forget.

You will see them now.

Where everyone else
is deaf and blind...

I see!

I saw my dead mother.

I wronged her.

She used to love cherry jam.

Once when she was eating,
a bee flew in

and I buried it in her jam with a spoon
while she wasn't looking.

As a joke.

It turned out OK,
but her tongue was swollen for 2 days.

So you did in your own mother?

Course not.
She died of old age.

Who did you see, sir?

Nobody.

Come on,
I could see you saw someone.

You're not a good liar.

I can still see it.

It's painted...

all over your face.

Really, sir! The dead are
more interesting to talk to than you!

Pardon me.

Why are you here?

Let's put her under
round-the-clock surveillance.

OK, I will assign
two men to watch her.

Sir, I think we should find out

who could be taking revenge.
Like in the East.

Thieves get their hands cut off.
Talkers get...

their tongues torn out.
Fornicators...

- Well, anyway...
- Have you been out East?

How did you know?

I have.

When reading books.

Sir.

Being new,
you have not met everyone yet.

Nor they you.

This is our best agent.
Gopher.

He's at home in any slum.

A pure and selfless soul.

Don't be afraid, Gopher.
He's one of us.

Money upfront, money.

Quit harping on
like a priest before service.

Found out who the killer is?

Well?

I'll tell you the truth, sir,

but nobody wants to pay
for the truth.

Money upfront.

The devil's killing them.

You're the devil, you madman!

Give me the money back.

I've been asking for seven days.

Nobody did it.
People are scared.

They want to know, too.

They say the devil's come

- to St. Petersburg.
- Return the money.

That's detective work for you.

But I'll make him talk.

If detective work gave us the devil,

then the devil with it.

He sure is crafty.

- He ought to do circus tricks.
- Brilliant.

Check your pockets, sir.
Just in case.

This is truly a wicked business, sir.

I hope nobody finds out.

Right, sir?

Have another twenty-five.

Nobody will find out,
if you don't tell.

Good morning, Lieutenant, sir.

Good morning, Ganin.

Sir.

Do stop sleeping in your office.

You've Saint Isaac's Cathedral
on your cheek.

I'm here to tell you
some great news.

- The Englishwoman?
- What about her?

She slept late.

Then Mr. Golitsyn visited her.

They lunched at Trushin's...

It's dull.
But we have a witness!

Evpraksia Semenova,
a psalm reader's widow.

Who, on the 14th of May,
was eating soup by the window

and saw a man drag a girl
into a big black carriage.

- Any more detail?
- More detail?

Sure thing...
soup, made with beef stock,

she had steamed fish cutlets.

I don't mean that.

Right.

The gentleman dragging the girl
was dressed warmly.

A hood disguised his face.

So she cannot
describe his appearance.

- Dressed warmly.
- Yes. It was foggy.

She described it most vividly.

Said the carriage drove strangely.

Sagging pronouncedly on the left.

You said the Englishwoman is home?

Do you think...

she can summon...

the murdered women's souls?

I mean, she's a...

a charlatan.

The pretty ones all are.
They trick and tame us.

I thought you'd want to talk
to cartwrights or hearse dealers?

Perhaps a hearse
was rented without cause.

You're right.

Here, look at this, my dear fellow.

Look, if you draw a line here.

And then here...

Holy Lord!

Then the next victim

should be here.

Kazan Cathedral.

Almighty...

- Let's go, you can pray on the way.
- Sir,

there's a fifth.

- By Kazan Cathedral?
- Yes.

Notice the symbol on her chest.

Bastard sewed it on well.

Used a blanket stitch.

Terrifying times.

Why don't you ever carry a weapon?

Because I'm not planning
to kill anyone.

I can't make anything out.

It was a superb drawing.

But hearse makers crumpled it up,
like they do.

You cartwrights, though...

always a pleasure to work with you.

Stepan!

Take a look.

Sagging at the rear left.
Fix one like that?

No, I never did.

You have a good face,
you don't need to hide it.

Let me go!

Please!

For God's sake!

You're bleeding, madam.

A nervous spasm.

I swear, there's been no violence.

Go.

Back to the cell?

You may leave.

Miss Reed, are you OK?

Get a policeman!

Just fill me in:
what are you talking about?

Ganin!

Water!

Hurry, my dear fellow.

She's a real sorceress.
That's Pavlusha the Deadman's tattoo.

That's his sign.

Skull, crossbones
and the ace of spades.

His sign, but would he do that?

Victims disappear in his area.

No one cares if low-lives go missing.

But such barbaric killings in our city?

He's never done that.

It takes skills,

to cut and sew...
set everything up artistically.

But if it was him...

Who ordered goose and porridge?

Bring the vodka and shot glasses.

You can't play!
You'll lose your shirt!

And then your wife will show up!

Bring that here!

And more moonshine!

Hello, Gopher.

Remember me?

You can't be here, sir.

I need to find Pavlusha the Deadman.

- Can you help me, my dear?
- Leave this place.

And go where?

I won't go until I find Pavlusha.

There's... police in disguise.

They're grilling Gopher.

Gopher, eh?

They'll kill me, sir.
I swear they will.

Gopher!
Pavlusha wants you in the kitchen.

Where are you off to, boss?

Does something...

smell rotten to you?

Step aside.

Don't move, good people.

Our soup will be extra meaty today!

You the Deadman?

You need a dead man?

Here you are!

He ducked out of so many scrapes.

Why not this one?

My, oh my.

Death all around.

Wanna chat, Pavlusha?

The murdered girls.

- Your handiwork?
- Hell no!

I've got enough sins of my own
to take on those of others.

Think again, Pavlusha.

While I'm holding you.

Who could it be?

I saw him.

In that case...

Tell me what you saw.

It was at night.

By Kazan Cathedral.

I was taking a walk.

When I saw someone...
carrying a woman.

I thought he was going to dump her

after having his fun.

But then I noticed that she was blue.

So I decided
to teach the scumbag a lesson.

Watch where the hell you're going!

He killed her badly.

Inhumanely.

So there's a good
and humane way?

Don't know.

But I figure there must be.

If you're human.

Otherwise, it's a free-for-all.

What about Gopher?

Gopher wasn't human!

Where's the watch?

Bloody hell, Ganin.

We needed him for questioning.
You killed a witness!

Unlawfully, without due process.

Courts are not the law.
Justice is.

I punished him justly.

So now what?
He's dead...

and we have nothing.

Except a made-up story about a watch.

A watch?

The bastard.

Try to remember:
have you seen the watch before?

We only wish
to return it to its owner.

An amazing...

and delicate piece of work.

Get to the point, will you?

Why go round and round?

When he first brought it to me,
it didn't play music.

He was such a...

young man back then.

He inherited
the watch from his father.

Who is he?

To what do I owe the pleasure?
Did you bring me a new find?

We did, Mr. Golitsyn.

What exactly?

Your watch.

How did you get it?

Long story.

Then again,
we have much to tell each other.

Get to work.

What's happening?!

What right do you have
to barge into my house?!

Put that back!

It's a fragile and rare collectible!

Sir, gather your patience.
A search takes some time.

Don't touch anything!

Don't open the cabinet.

It's empty!

What's going on?!

Are you deaf?
I said, do not touch that!

Hellish machine.

Sir.

Take a look, please.

What's this, sir?

I don't have to explain anything!

Human blood?
Or was the Good Sir slicing sausages?

I owe you no explanations either.
I haven't killed anyone.

Arrest him.

I so dreamt of gaining special powers.

And knowledge.

I truly hoped I'd succeed.

I learned from the best, after all.

I invited Miss Reed to Russia
to learn from her.

I never killed anyone.

I swear to you, I didn't!

Yes, I performed... rituals.

But they were animal sacrifices.

What for?

Witchcraft is not
against the law in Russia.

But I didn't want
the word to get out.

Keys, please.

Mr. Golitsyn is not the killer.

May I?

All this started when you and
Mr. Golitsyn were in Moscow.

Can you explain?

The first murders in St. Petersburg
were on April 2nd and 10th.

When Golitsyn was in Moscow.

May I ask...

How did the killer get your watch?

I knew one of his victims.

Avdotya, the seamstress and laundress.

She made garments...

for my rituals.

Washed off the blood and...

helped with animals.

I gave her the watch...

as a thank you,

and to keep her quiet.

I hope you understand
the devious circumstances

that coincided against you.

If you wish,
you may file an official complaint.

But I wouldn't advise it.

Yes.

Give me some mercy, sir!

For the sake of your God, sir!

Give me some mercy!

Give me some mercy, sir!

I'm quick-witted.

I'll keep silent.

Let me go alive.

For Devils's sake.

It's OK.

You must decide.

Otherwise you lose both your wife and
the baby.

But I'm not a doctor.

A decision is better than regret.

Good afternoon,

good people.

What can I do for you, sir?

Take a look.

It sags at the rear left.

Ever repair it?

Replaced the parts on it.

Still sagged, though.

Do you remember the owner's name?

I don't remember, sir.

Do try.

I might have the receipt.

Here you go, sir.

I always keep things in order.

Oh God, Miss Reed!

It's alright.

You're OK, my dear.

It's alright.

Allons, Madame! Police Russe!

Sometimes we do arrive in time.

Shame on you!

Drunk at this hour, sir!
Or is this from last night?

Why so merry?

How did you get here?
Who are you?

I don't remember.

Now I remember.

What a drunk.

Here's the air.

Sir!

This the murderer?

That's a servant.

Sir, in the cellar...

Come take a look.

What's that?

If I only knew.

FESTIVE FIREWORKS
20TH OF THE MONTH

I heard a famous British artist
is performing tonight.

I wonder what kind of show
he is going to put on.

Look how beautiful!

The show has already started.

Get out of the way, sir.

Watch out!

Be careful!

Let me pass.

Out of my way.

- Stop!
- Is this part of the show?

Police!

James!

I don't understand your English.

EVGENIY TSYGANOV

DAISY HEAD

DMITRIY LYSENKOV

YURI KOLOKOLNIKOV

JONATHAN SALWAY

EVGENIY TKACHUK

IGOR CHERNEVICH

PRODUCER:
SERGEY MELKUMOV

PRODUCER:
ALEXANDER RODNYANSKY

DIRECTOR:
NIKOLAY KHOMERIKI