All language subtitles for Blokpost_Checkpoint_1998

In the alien beauty of the mountains
there is no salvation for the world.

At least not for the world
we still vaguely remember.

Our time is limited by the day or
moment we live through.

And the mountains' eternity
is outside this scheme.

We are the strangers to this world,
and so is the music.

But Wee seems not to notice
this contradiction.

For him these are just sounds he can use
as a shield from the unstable reality.

He received his nickname not because
he wet himself,

but because he pronounced the word
'we' as 'wee'

This early morning we are walking
into the village.

The one walking next to me is called
Lawyer. The fox tail on his helmet...

is his personal trophy and the reason of
his incessant conflict with the command.

in the spring he shot
the fox from 100 meters away.

Lawyer imagined himself to be a great
marksman and bombarded headquarters

with pleas to make him a sniper.
Ash predicted the result.

Nah, he won't get an optical sight.
They don't like initiative in the army.

While talent is nature's initiative.
So it is me who carries the rifle.

Fighting for justice and a sniper rifle

Lawyer got his nickname and
3 days of hole.

'For stuffy non-army like stubborness',
according to our officer.

APC, where are you?
Respond!

Sergeant's Boeing neck is bandaged
because of yet another boil.

Good morning.

Only Lieutenant Boria and Officer Illyich
know what we're doing in the village.

Everybody is a little bit nervous
because of the uncertainty.

Even the cool-headed Stoner
is chain-smoking.

Wee got hold of the cd player 3
months ago during the cleanup operation

There was only classical music
in the car.

This abrupt introduction to high culture
was bound to have sad consequences.

But Wee was a fine lad and maintained
his natural simplicity and innocence.

Private Shilov, who is a soldier?

A soldier is a human being.

And what is a human being?

A human being is the
cleverest ape.

The officer cracked and Wee, being
the cleverest ape in the division,

scrubbed the floors in the barracks
to the divine music of Mendel and Bach.

Gavrik Krutitski aka Rat carries
on his shoulder our pet Ratty

Gavrik made a uniform for her, but she
refused to wear anything but a cap.

Only our dog Castro is calm.

All of his short dog's life people were
at war and he'd grown accustomed to it.

His name is not a tribute to the
glorified hero of the Cuban people,

he got it because of the wound he
sustained 3 years ago.

We are here because of the tip-off and
we have to try not to burn the informer,

so we have to check a couple
more houses.

Sergeant, let's go to this house.
It is too hot to walk further.

No, let's go to that one, look
at the nice orchard: apples, pears, -

suggests Freebie. He was caught
pillaging on the very first operation.

- Soldier, what is this? - Lieutenant,
sir, these are nappies, sir, freebie.

- 5 days in the guardhouse.
- Why?! This is a freebie.

[All were pillaging but Freebie was
caught] - No, it's too big.

- We don't have time. [When we ran out
of toilet paper they were pretty handy.]

All right, me and Ash check those
houses. Falin, Filippov!

The local world is inhabited only
by women and children.

Kids are small and women's
age is hard to tell.

Stop playing around in water,
let's start working.

It seems they pay us no attention
as if we didn't exist.

But we all feel that they are
watching and following us closely.

Our house is the 5th one from the
fork, got it? Start then.

What's wrong with him?

- Good morning.
- Salam alaikum.

- Something's wrong?
- Routine inspection.

- Inspection? Why was not I informed?
- Well, they will inform you.

Is there anybody here? Could we
get some water, please?

Well, no one expected us. The tables are
empty and there's no sign of the hosts.

Hey.

The boy was as surprised as we were that
the mine didn't explode.

But he was a persistant local, wouldn't
stop until he achieved what he wanted.

- Get out!.. Hey, where to?
- Skeleton!

What is happening?

- Illya, Illya! Are you alive?
- Oh, holy shit!

- Are you wounded? - We just
entered and wanted to ask for water.

- Do you hear me? Skeleton,
are you alive? - And there's that boy...

He hammered once, then again and again.
He was hammering and smiling.

- Are you all right?
- Shut up!

- Are you all right?
- Yes? What?

Raise him! Send over an APC!

Back off! Back off!..

Back off! Back off!

Lie down!

She's got a rifle!

- Mount, quick!
- Castro, come! Ash!

Move!

Stop, we forgot Boria!

Go.

Shit, what a hell.

Fucking aboriginals.

- Peter Rabbit, what is this?
- Scraped by shrapnel.

How are you?

I am saying, two locals dead.
We are fine, only a light concussion.

- Are you alive?
- Yep, we're alive.

Freebie! Be cautious,
it bites.

And who is Skeleton?

- You can unbutton.
- Thanks.

- Kostik Filippov.
- Is he skinny?

- Now he is. But when he just came to
the bootcamp he was the fattest.

- Is it some kind of joke?
- That's the joke.

- 'The one who shot at the woman was
private first class Trukhnov'. - Yes.

- But he claims he did not shoot.
- Well, maybe it was not him.

It seemed to me that Ash was shooting,

when he jumped on the woman
and grabbed the rifle.

Maybe this is why it seemed to me
that he was shooting.

Ok, rewrite it.

But without these nicknames.
Boeing, We...

- Wee.
- And no vulgar words, please.

What vulgar words?

This one for instance.

This is 'truck'.

This is just my handwriting,
sorry about that.

Ok, just write.

Senior lieutenant, ma'am, excuse me,
ma'am, but what's Wee' real name?

Mikhail Shilov.

- Ash, how many?
- I'll trade two.

- I do not swap.

- Halt and freeze!
- Where are those idiots?

- Major General, sir.
- Belay!

So here you are, my dear Wilhelms Tells,
fucking Robin Hood and his merry band!

The general, our dear father,
fatherland, mother and grave,

is using only obscenities,

and after 'listing' all of our personal
qualities for a good while

and mentioning all of our ancestors,

promises to change our
sexual orientation.

Take away this pest!

We hear his gentle words grasping the
beauty and melody of our mother tongue.

Then he follows with detailed threats.
- Take this off!

And then Old man's imagination
started to ebb.

- At ease.
- At ease!

Well, he mentioned our ancestors
only up to the 8th generation.

It ain't a good sign when Old man lacks
words. Maybe that chick shamed him?

- Boeing, your turn now.
- How was it? Why are you so red?

- Did you screw her?
- Nah, she was the one that screwed him.

You should've told what you'd written. I
wouldn't have said you shot the wench.

I described what had happened. I didn't
shoot at her. Though I should have had.

And who was shooting then?

How is she, old friend?
Can we stick one in?

I would pound her.

Well, tell her that you are
at her service.

But how can I approach her?

Just look her in the eyes and say: Dear
lady, may I have intercourse with you?.

You are not serious. How can I have
intercourse with an officer?

What do you think we were doing there?
Look at the Lawyer, he's all sweaty.

And now it's Boeing's turn.
Have you seen the size of her?

Shilov! Your turn!

General, sir, we are not guilty.
She is nuts.

Oh, shut up! You're in a big fucking
trouble, so shut up!

- What happened there? - We couldn't act
differently. She would've killed us all.

And?

Attention!

That's all for today.

Idiots.

We were sent away
to the Northern checkpoint.

very far from the headquarters
and close to dangerous places.

This will be our home for the next
45 days.

- Are there any people from the village?
- Hey.

- Hi. - I asked if there
are any people from the village?

- So how's going?
- It's going.

Some sniper, fucker, shoots from near
the grove in the evenings and mornings.

- Where to put this?
- In the stores.

I've asked couple of time to bring
some sacks.

We'd put them there, to fence us from
the grove. And this way to the toilets.

- Well, will you take stock of this
place? - Ah, cut it off.

They've stolen our kettle
and a couple of gas tanks.

- Sergei, where should I put this cloth?
- Go and work.

Needle! Where do I put our
missiles?

Oh, stop being worried! I got it! I
won't use water from the puddle.

Take water from the stream, not from the
puddle, 'cause it's with the limestone.

If the roses wither, I'll come back
and take care of you. Do you understand?

Well, show us your minefield.

Our mines are over there.
Look.

And there the locals put their mines.

Do you have some kind of tub here?

Holy shit! Hey, soldier,
be a friend, leave the babe.

I like to throw one-hand parties
during these long summer evenings.

Well, sure, help yourself.

And what about the real ones? Are
there any around?

Well, there's this little one, brings
a deaf-mute with her. - Deaf-mute?

Wow, that is something! And how is she?

Ah, a peasant.

No, I mean how is she, well, you know?..

I'm telling you, a peasant.
No tricks!

Well, gentlemen, what kind of
tricks are you talking about?

Tricks are for Frenchmen or Germans.
We need something simple and ample.

Well, good luck! And protect your
bananas, use the rubbers.

This is Russia, it's your home
This is home where you belong

Remember that my boy,
Home to which I rush - Russia.

We'll come back there one day
Parents, friends will be ok

And the lasses us await.
Soldier, hope and you'll be saved.

Home to which I rush - Russia.

We will wipe our mother's eyes
And with fathers drink all night.

We'll remember our friends.
We will all survive, don't fret.

We'll go back to our home.
Home to which I rush - Russia.

Russia, we will rush
Russia, we will rush

Mount up!

Quiet!

Hey, move! Move!

Yes, we are on the spot. Over.

Stay safe!

Can I have a look?

- Take your finger off the trigger.
- Sorry, sir.

Through the optical of Ash's rifle
I behold the view.

There's a sea behind these mountains and
a normal world with people holidaying.

The road is still good. It goes to
the Muslim cemetery.

Our checkpoint is near it. We guard
the road to the kingdom of the dead.

Funny?

There were no big battles here.
It is considered to be a quiet spot.

The pastoral serenity is ruined
only by the sniper.

The essence of the danger is pretty
simple. It does not let you live.

- The sniper killed Rat.
- What do you mean?

- I am saying that Rat seems to be shot.
- Shot or seems to be shot?

- What is happening?
- Well, a rat got shot.

No, the small one. An animal.
Our Ratty.

Where to? Take him away!

Hide!

Well, maybe you will make a flag too,
to cover her cofin?

- She died on a military mission,
didn't she?

- I mean, according to the rules we
have to play the anthem...

or at least sing it. Do you
know how it goes?

And there is usually a salute. But
I am afraid Illyich won't approve.

Today we say goodbye to our friend, that
is our comrade in arms,

who shared with us all the
hardships and privations of war.

She never complained about the long
marches or many hours of duty.

With her body she shielded a
friend from the enemy's bullet,

sent treacherously when the state
flag was being raised.

Rest in piece, dear comrade...
No, 'dear' is for civilians.

Rest in piece, comrade in arms.
We will avenge you.

I personally swear to kill
the nasty local guinea pigs like rats.

Get lost! All you want
is to crack stupid jokes.

Come on, Gavrik, we understand.

You understand shit!
Leave me alone.

Ash and sergeant Boeing ignore
our nicknames and uses our real names.

This was the end of our first day.

How's it going?

Sergeant, sir, there were no incidents
to report from my shift, sir.

Everything is solid: forests,
fields, mountains and even the blue sky.

We only noticed 2 cowpats on the road,
which were left there...

- Ok, get ready! Cover me.
- We've taken the position.

- What about the cowpats?
- Those too.

Egorov, if you take over,
it's your task to get rid of them.

Everything should be clean and
well-maintained, soldier.

- Yes sir.
- Let's go.

Here we are.

Here.

Well, at least it's a freebie.

I like little cucumbers,
prickly and blotchy,

with hard and sharp seeds.

These are the best.
Pass me the bread.

Much obliged.

- Hey soldier.
- Freeze!

Hold them!

Who are you? What do you want?

- I brought my sister with me.
Fancy ploughing her? - Me?!

- Well, we made a deal, didn't we?
So I brought her. - For me?!

- Well, sweetie, you made the deal with
someone else. - Ah, you're the new ones.

Well, ok, do you want her?
She's young, can't talk.

That's an attractive proposal.
But I do not have any money on me,

only if it's a freebie.

Well, you can pay with your bullets.

20 for half an hour. 25 for an hour.
33 for both of you.

- What's your name? - You can
call me Masha, it'll be easier for you.

- So?
- Too expensive. 15 for an hour.

All right, for the newcomers and
first clients I'll make it 20.

She's healthy and quite strong.
I have a rubber.

- One more bullet.
- That's expensive.

Feel her tits - how big
and hot they are.

- So, have you decided?
- All right, you talked me into it.

- And you?
- Of course not.

- Why?
- I don't like this.

- And what about you, are you for sale?
- I have a fiance.

- Does she have a fiance?
- She did once.

- Killed? - No, when your people
perforated her, he copped out.

- Now no one wants her.
- I see.

14, 15, 16, 17, 18... 20.

20, 20.

And?

Expensive.

I am idling around here while back
there I have hell lot of work.

We need sacks for the fence,
a gas tank for the kitchen.

The next day Boria decided to shield us
from the sniper with the sacks of sand.

From the morning we are realizing his
plan: digging a trench to the toilet.

The APC's engine's not working properly.
It started to boil while climbing.

Illyin will be for me.
Illyin will be for me!

I will be back tomorrow morning or
evening at the latest.

I bet 20 that he won't
be back tomorrow.

100 that neither day
after tomorrow.

Skeleton, let's go.

Take it easy.

That barren egg will tell on us. He'll
tell them everything they want to hear.

Cheer up, the Old man will not turn us
in, worse things had happened.

They shot a policeman with his rifle.

There's no way of telling whose rifle
that was! All the bullets passed clear.

- I have a premonition they'll blame it
all on us. - Ah, they'll investigate.

- Did you feed Castro?

- For the service in Caucasus. 1864.

It's in a good condition.

Sergeant, sir! Your lady
is long gone.

Yes, we changed our location.
Over.

- Damn it.
- Throw further.

- Freeze or I will shoot!
- Oh, will you, fuckwit?

- Have you gone mad, kamikaze?
- You almost blew my head off!

- You were born under the lucky star.
- Emanating a protective shield.

Oh, good hash. The guy didn't lie,
hairy boogieman.

False alert. Yes, false alert.
Over.

Quietly and calmly another
day has passed by.

- What's happened?
- False alert! Over!

Did you go to the village?

- Idiot, you strolled on the mine field!
I've put trip wires everywhere

Don't worry, if I fall in a pile
of shit, I come out with a suit on.

Oh, then there's a job for you:
deepen the trench to the shit-house.

- What for?
- Did you say something, soldier...

Yes sir.

I envy Ratty a little bit. Not every
grave gets such moving attention.

There has been a thick fog from the very
morning and nothing's happening.

One more day disappears quietly
from our lives.

Get out from the car.

Your papers.

Hands on the hood.

- They are not in Russian.
- Ask where are they going.

He said he's going to the cemetery, to
visit his grandson's grave.

- Do we let them pass?
- Check the car.

Hi kids! Any weapons or drugs?

It looks clean.

Get in and go.

I do not know much about medals,

but it seems to me that the old man
had a Gallantry medal.

Let them pass.

Private Krutitski, you should understand
that the main things in life

are to eat well, sleep sweetly and stick
it in deeply. That's it.

You see, the world is simple.
I mean, our world.

And you should treat it lightly,
do not complicate it.

The moment you get into details,
you've had it.

How long had she been with you?

- Who?
- Ratty.

6 months.

That's one third of her rat's life.
That ain't so bad.

Moreover, not every rat dies
from the sniper's bullet.

You haven't lived through a quarter
of your life yet,

and she managed to pull through the
third of hers in combat conditions.

This is rare, I tell you!

Hello, checkpoint? Alert state!

And what should we do?
I see. We stay seated.

We don't know who is being buried,
but whoever it was on that stretcher,

for the locals we will be the sole
source of their woes and grievances.

Who are those?

Sex service in the field conditions.

Have you changed your mind?

I'll give you a whole magazine
for your service.

Service yourself.

The investigation still goes on, so
we are definitely in trouble.

Good afternoon. Where can I get
some privacy here?

- With whom?
- For the interrogation.

It seems they decided to wear
our balls for a necktie.

Private first class Trukhnov,
follow me.

In the political games for this unsteady
world we can be put down,

and no one will notice such
a miniscule loss.

Hey, soldiers, take the
water melons from APC.

Stoner, throw me my helmet.

- How do I know where you threw it?
- There it is.

- Stoner, give me a drag.
- Here.

- Ash, what's this all about?
- Mikhail Shilov!

Soldiers, what are you doing here?
Have you forgotten about the sniper.

To the checkpoint, double time, march!

The Sharia court is looming for us.

Lawyer's offensive gesture
will not be understood.

The locals live according to their laws,
which we don't get. This is not Europe.

- Get down!
- Smoke! Boeing, throw some smoke!

Have you fallen asleep?

Idiot, let's get out from here!

I will get that bastard sniper.
I tell you, I will destroy him.

- Boeing, smoke!
- I swear to you.

Move quicker, you.

- What is it? Are you hurt?
- No.

- That sniper, little shit...
- Let's go. Get out from here.

You saw that? He aimed at the helmet,
the bullet ricochetted and hit the badge.

- Come on!
- He almost tore my ear off.

Run! Hurry!

We say farewell to yet another day.

Cards up?

I see, I see.

- Quads.
- Damn it.

Unlucky at cards, lucky in love.

Do you mind, if I take your helmet?

So, my dear, you owe
us 1213...

Can I take your armour vest?

Plus 415 dollars...

- Together it makes...
- 1629.

Yep, 580 goes to Ash and the rest -
for me and Skeleton.

Are you crazy, guys? Where will I
get so much money?

This is not our problem.

All right, I'll go and perform a deed.

If I succeed, consider me a patriot,
but if not - then not.

I don't see anything.

- Maybe he's on holiday today?
- Maybe.

Ok, let's try. But carefully.
Go!

- Hey, sailor boy, get lost!
- Quiet, quiet.

- Fuck off from here!
- Quiet, we lure out the sniper.

He'll think that there is someone
in a shit-house.

Wait a moment!
I am here!

I am not your bait!
Piss off!

Wait another half a minute, will you?
You'll come out in half a minute.

Go away! Look for
another bait!

- Hey, Stoner, it worked out.
- Holy crap.

- Have you located him?
- No.

- Drop it!
- I'll get him.

- Unless he gets you first.

Go!

- And?
- Nothing.

Hey, soldier, do you
see that path?

You walk along it without turning
and you'll reach the village.

There go to the 2nd house on the left.
Guy's name is Aiaz.

Tell him that I've sent you.

He'll give you hash and
you come back.

- All clear?
- Stoner, do not send him.

There's nothing to worry about. Go!
Don't take your cannon with you.

Leave your pistol. Otherwise
the locals will take it away.

Take one more grenade. 1 grenade
is for 2 bottles and hash.

- And the second one?
- To fight your way back.

But you better bluff and scare. Shout
that you'll blow everything apart.

In general the exchange ratio
is not so bad.

Stoner sent Wee to the contractual
village, that is the one with which we

have a tacit agreement: they do not
pester us, we try not to bother them.

Oh, this is good.

Hey! Do you want my sister?

Sure!
Amazing service!

- 25.
- All right.

- 30.
- Let's go.

- Are you curious?
- So you'll be silent just like that?

Who was it with you?
The one with the nose?

Ah, that's Lawyer. His real
name is Illyia.

Illyia... He's handsome.

- Who's handsome? Lawyer?
- Yes.

Skeleton, hey, Skeleton! Give her 30.

What should I tell Illyia?

I'll tell him myself.

Why 2 grenades?

I did as you told, I bluffed. He told me
he had n0 hash. But then he found some.

And he didn't want to drink vodka. I made
him, pinched his nose and he swallowed.

- Have you brought some weed?
- Yep.

Good job, youngster.

Hey, you shithead, what is this?

Well, I told him to give me some weed or
I'd blow evertything. He gave me this.

I told him to give more of the stuff,
to not be a tight arse.

These are some spices. It smells
like pepper.

My platoon is smaller than a squad,
what do you call it?

Filippov, pass me a towel.

I know, your regiment is smaller than
a squadron, but it brings me no relief.

To hell with you!
I said, over!

What did they tell you?

None of your bussiness.

- I saw her.
- Who?

- Masha.
- And?

She told me that you're handsome.

She's right. I have
the same opinion.

White autumn fluff is in the air. If you
look to the sky, it seems to be snowing.

It's snowing.

I thought I didn't say it aloud.

Castro, don't fret.
Those are wolves.

Be afraid of people, those
are mere wolves.

Misha, Shilov, wake up.

Filippov, Kostia,
rise and shine!

I have only slept for 40 minutes.

Get ahead. Look at Taras,
he's sick.

You are 3 minutes late.

- Post taken over.
- Go to hell.

- I left you some coffee. Drink it to
stay awake. - Ok, start your service.

All is quite and transparent.

The fog fenced us from the reality, it
felt as if we were in our previous,

half forgotten life at home.

What are you listening to?

How would I know?
Some music.

There, 50 meters closer to us, see
that dry black grass?

The first one is there.

And to the left of it, see that red
bush, there is a second one near it.

Yes, I got it. I'm quick.

Do you want some?

No, thanks. I feel itchy
because of it.

Yes?.. Come out.

Wow, where does this luxury
come from?

- Alisa brought this.
- Who's Alisa?

The investigator. Senior lieutenant.

Oh, so you and her ?..

She's very nice. See, she brought
some sausage.

And a chocolate bar, but a small one.
I've already eaten it.

I have only 2 sandwiches left.

- Where's your left hand?
- Here.

Oh, no, here.

What did Stoner tell you? Which way to
go to the village?

He was facing me and showed to
the left with his right hand.

So if facing the village I would have
gone that way.

Idiot, you went the wrong way!
The wrong direction, do you understand?

What's wrong? He'll keep quiet,
he is a weakling.

Bastard!

Have you calmed down?

- Don't fret them! We'll squash them
like cockroaches. - Let me go, you fool!

They can only cry and attack in a group.
They'll not prevail when face to face.

And we are numerous. We will
fence them in. Got it?

Skeleton! We've got water.

Go, go, go, go.

- Take a rest. I'll stay on guard.
- Fuck off.

Wee is eager to fence in
anyone, who's slightly different.

Everything is clear for him.
The world is black and white.

Even this strange war makes
sense to him.

To sleep and to forget
another day.

Positive. And blood group?

- The third, 'B'.
- Good.

- Here, have it.

- What are these numbers?
- Where? These?

- How much sugar you have in your piss.
- Why do you need this?

Well, in case you get shot, so that
they didn't give you insulin.

- Hey, somebody is walking there.
- Where?

In the forest. That must
be the sniper.

Ash, give me a rifle. I'll be so
happy to get that guy.

Well, this may be some local or
an animal, a useful one.

Do you think I can't tell an animal
from a sniper? This is a sniper.

Ash, give me a rod.
I can feel him with my guts.

Sure, if with your guts... Kostia, give
my rifle to this soldier of fortune.

- Stop shooting!
- I got him. At least I think so

Haven't you had enough of war, rookie?

What's that? Is it ready?

- Wait another 5 minutes.
- Come on, give me some food.

- And?
- Shit, as always.

I think I got him.

Well, if you think you got him, go and
have a look. We're curious what you hit.

Why so spicy?

I've put some weed into it, the
one Stoner tried to smoke.

Castro! Castro!

Eat, my dear, eat.

- Who was shooting?
- Me.

There was someone in the grove, a sniper
probably. Now he won't walk anymore.

It was Illyich, you fuckheads.

You should warn us about your
operational plans, sergeant, sir.

Stop! Stop! There's a trip wire there!

Stop.

Be careful.

- Is it serious?
- It's nothing, just a scratch.

- Who put a trip wire there?
- Your mum.

- It was you who shot?
- Yes, me.

- I'll have a word so that you get
a rifle with an optical. - Thanks.

You're welcome.

- How are you?
- We're fine, alive.

What is happening?

They threw something on the
road. It looks like a box.

They threw some kind of a box on
the road.

- Could it be a mine?
- A set-up, more likely.

Ok sit still. This is probably
a set-up for the sniper.

What do you want?

- Are you ok?
- Ok..

And 3 on the top of that

I pass.

I add 3. And 5 more
on the top.

- 5 on credit and 2 more on the top.
- Ok, and 2 more.

- Yes, don't worry. We're leaving.
- And 2 more.

- Yes, I have the exact time.
- Ok, and 2 more for me.

Fillipov and Falin, go to the post.

- Cards up?
- Ok.

- 3 plus 2....
Oh well.

I do not think that the locals planted
a mine. But why take risks?

We have a lot of time and Lawyer
has even more patience.

- Is this yours?
- No, it was planted.

Careful, that might be a mine!

This is from a dog.

Is this a sign that they
think of us as dogs?

I don't understand.

Good afternoon! The weather is nice
today, isn't it?

Do you want her?

You can have her for free.

Well, if you want to be alone together,
just go, I'll stay on duty.

No, we must not, we
are on the battle post.

This is a breach of the rules.
But in the evening...

Ok, I'll come in the evening.

She looks like my cousin.

Freeze! Your hands!

Boeing is violating a tacit rule:
not to check women and kids.

- Should I take my knickers off?
- Go.

Well, he can be excused. This is a
strange couple.

Mmm, julienne with profitroles.

If to boil bullets for more than 1 hour,
they turn into harmless lead pieces.

Freebie plans to pay with them
for a presumed sister.

Illyia, are you here?

Good evening. This is for you.

Nobody gave me flowers before.
This is beautiful.

You're kind... and handsome.

You too.

A long begone youth In the far away
mountains I've caught at last.

Kostik, if you compose a haiku,
than follow the classical pattern:

2 verses with 5 syllabi and
1 verse with 7 syllabi inbetween.

How about this: Shadow of a bird, Froze
on the white snow, It's in no hurry.

If you are so smart,
what are you doing in the army?

Move, Japanophiles.

Stoner, were you coughing
to get out of duties?

Sure.

Aiaz! Aiaz!

- Come in.
- Good evening.

- We have a request.
- Take a seat.

We are here to raise objections
concerning your sniper.

He has no holidays and there's
no normal life at our checkpoint.

So we came here to talk,
to strike a deal.

You understand it well yourself, all of
us want peace... to remain alive.

And your sniper keeps us underground all
day long,

saying nothing of the fact that
we can't go to the shit-house safely.

- Speak lower.
- Aha.

So that's why we're here
- to talk about your damn sniper.

Why is he shooting all the time,
as if there's no tomorrow.

We all want to live. You are
warriors, we are soldiers as well.

We have to serve, even though
we don't like this.

Speak for yourself.

Ah, yes, and a couple of days ago one
of your people gave us some pepper

instead of weed and Stoner
smoked it... He nearly died.

- Aiaz...
- And we only wanted some weed.

Weed grows near the checkpoint,
but Stoner prefers not to risk

gathering it in the mine field,

where the mines have been put there
by all and everyone for many years.

Well, let's drink to warriors.

Stoner, stop, wait.

Stop!

Stoner, wait.

- I can't anymore, my hand is stiff.
- Holy shit.

- Have you been there with it the whole
evening? - Well, yeah, almost.

Where's the ring?

I think I left it in the house,
somewhere on the floor.

Wait.

Don't shit your pants,
let it go.

Go now.

Stoner puts a hand-made
trip wire on the path,

violating a tacit agreement with
the locals.

A little revenge for the shame
and fear in Aiaz's house.

Shit.

No, no, everyone is safe! It's ok.

Hot.

Nothing more happened
that day.

That wouldn't be too pleasant to
get this one.

Kremlin,
Kremlin...

This is Eights.

Kremlin, respond
to the Eights.

- Call.
- The same.

- I accept.
- Are we turning over?

- 2 knaves.
- Jacks, not knaves.

- Trait.
- Straight, not trait, gamblers.

- Well, you're really out of luck.
- Flash.

Finally! This is Eights.
Yes, Eights!

I am disturbing you on the account of
food. The noodles got all moldy.

The noodles are moldy.

What? What calibre are you
talking about? Shit.

No, this is not a cyphered message!
The chronograph on my HT went dead!

Boeing, ask how 'Rotor'
performed in the championship.

- What?
- Ask how 'Rotor' performed.

Fuck, they're moldy, rotting!

- Ask how team 'Rotor' performed.
- Hello! Do you hear me?

Kremlin, do you know how
'Rotor' performed?

What? No, not a military patrol,
a football team.

They called a military patrol 'Rotor'.
Why wouldn't they call it 'Arsenal'?

What? And you're a mule.
An ass with the ears, got it?

Hey, you better learn how to speak
Russian, you halfwit.

Do you hear what's
happening in the air?

Like in Las-Vegas,
maybe even cooler.

Ok, so if you give us cash
we'll offer you a 20% discount.

I pass. I'll go and talk
to my shrink.

I can forgive your debt to me... if you
go to the post in your birthday costume.

You can have your vest and rifle.

- That's all
- What about 'Rotor'?.

Oh, yes. What about 'Rotor'?

Ok, I got it. That's it.
In brief, bring us some chow.

Yes. Over.

So? Did they win?

Ah, you're asking about 'Rotor'? No
idea! He's a 'Torpedo' fan.

Hey, what was it about the mule?
I didn't quite get it.

Ah, that was the aboriginals,
messing about on our frequencies.

35,
36...

Egorov, Egorov.

- Freebie!
- Me!

- Egorov, where's the toilet here?
- What are you talking about?

- Gent's toilet.
- There.

- And where do you relieve yourself?
- It's not me, it's Castro.

Castro? What are you talking about?
It's Freebie, that son of a bitch!

He marked all the corners. It's
impossible, the stench is horrendous.

Ok, Egorov, next time you'll have
to lick everything with your tongue.

Yes sir!

Yes, I see. Why are you in
army boots?

- The asphalt is hot! - Ok, I don't
mind, let him be in the boots.

Motherfuckers! A pile of crepes with
cat's poo. Sergeant!

Get lost! Get fucking lost.

General, sir, there were no incidents
at the checkpoint.

- Private Krutitskii!
- What is this?

Ladies and gentlemen, please,
get into the vehicles!

Let's proceed.

Playboy!

I'll remeber this, you
thin-fleshed Heracles!

Skeleton, do you know how you
say in French:

'We are fine, but we lack
meat and fruit'?

Why do you need this?

Well, this is a humanitarian mission.
We can come across some fruits. Freebie!

Trukhanov, to your post!
Get clean up!

Speak English. That's Eurostandard,
they should be able to understand.

Good morning, general, sir!
Is everything in order?

Well, with me yes. And
who's that Narcissus over there?

Ah, that one. He washed his uniform
and we don't have spares.

We can participate in the
combat operations, er...

Help the civilians, disarm the bandits.

Our food is very well, but there's
not enough vitamins, fruits.

- Hey, listen, why was that soldier
naked? - Oh... You must understand.

6 days ago his girlfriend died. Her name
was Ratty. She's buried over there.

- She was shot by the sniper. - Why
did you burry her here, not at home?

Well, we decided to make an exception.
She was from here.

What do you know about the
incident in the village?

- The one where the locals were killed?
- Oh my...

It's our duty, the full investigation of
that sad conflict, necessary

for all guilty to be punished.
They're punished.

We are sorry for the incident,
but they starting shooting first.

A woman, a local one, she started
to shoot.

- Understand?
- That's not an information we heard.

Soldier, you're not the one
to decide who is guilty.

Stay here. Let's go.

Here, this is our flag.

These are not bullets, it was in
storage and Mickey Mouse ate bits of it.

These are gunports... Guys usually
shoot here, but I do not like it.

What's happening? What has been
decided about my guys?

I do not turn in my soldiers.

How do you like it?
'Military watercloset'.

Move! Quickly!
Get away from there!

General, sir, take this goddamn
excursion away from here.

Flocking here - there's hardly
any better panorama for the sniper.

Yeah, you're right. High time to wind
this screw down.

- Do you listen to some folk music?
- Yeah, sure, folk music. Follow me.

- A slick soldier, that one!
- Oh sure.

Well, good luck!

If you're ever in Canada,
give me a call.

OK, I'll be there
for sure.

Bon voyage.

Well, a citizen of the world,
going to Canada, are we?

But first scrub the shit-house together
with that nudist.

- Did you blow up a grenade?
- The blast was from the old road.

Take a couple of soldiers and go
check it out.

Hey, Freebie, what did they
do on my grave?

They shed a couple of tears over the
body of the deceased,

sentimental bourgeois.

Ok, let's go, you've been
detached to the shithouse.

Calm him down!

Two rams tripped on Stoner's grenade.
I started to feel better.

The local put it here. Amateurs.
Copper wire!

Skeleton, come here!

- Give me some painkillers.
- I've run out.

Shilov, give me a syringe!

We ran out of ephedrine and painkillers
a long time ago.

We have water in our vials.

I exchanged my painkillers
with Stoner for cigarettes.

Take it, you can have it on your right
arm. We don't need other people's stuff.

Give me some painkillers!

Ok? Can you walk on your own?
Will you be able to walk on your own?

- He'll get help. See, the locals are
running. - Ok, let's retreat. Move!

Truknov, we're retreating!

- Leave it.
- Why?

Soldier, I told you to leave it.

Why did we inject that guy with
painkillers? I remembered him.

He gave me that shit
instead of weed.

But maybe it wasn't him.
They all look alike.

One local lost his hand.

He received immediate medical
attention.

Yes, the explosive was home-made,
copper wire proves that.

No, we are not idiots,
we do not use copper.

Of course they will blame us,
that's clear.

No, you listen...

Skeleton, how does one
spell 'syringe'?

Spell it how you want, that's not
a Russian word.

We'll submit letters of explanation.
You give us an APC, we give you letters.

Is it all? Yes, convey all of it.
We're waiting.

- What do they say?
- I give you three guesses.

Locals claim that we put this trip
wire there to kill their sheep

- and get some meat.
- Well done, A+!

This is bullshit! Listen to the
sheppard! Ask him!

Well, precisely... He's
the one who says that.

- Excuse me.
- What do you want?

Well, here's my letter of
explanation.

- 'Seerynj'.
- May I go?

- Yes, go, private Sheelov.
- Yes sir!

Shit, this is a madhouse.

Oh wide and
level field

My horse
cannot run

from your side to the other.

It can't cross you,
bring me home,

to the house
that is standing

on the other side
of the wide field.

The house where my dear
mother and young wife

wait for me
and cry their eyes out.

But the field
is too wide

for my horse
and for me,

I am old
and grey,

while the field
is level but too wide.

According to the old slavic belief the
bareback horse is a symbol of death.

The day has come to an end.
Another day.

Krutitski, let's go.

Unzip him.

- Shhhh, quiet! - Quiet, don't
wake him up! Sleep, my baby.

Sleep my little soldier and
don't piss where we told ya!

'ause there'll come an angry squad
and they'll colour your little pod.

Rat, go on post.

Yes, I see.

Attention! All on your marks!

Egorov, open!

Back off, I said!

Back off, back off. Freeze!

Hey, stop it! What the hell is this?

Stop, I told you to stop! No lynching!

We didn't come for that.
No lynching!

Everything will be ok.

You've gone crazy there, all of you.
What are you talking about?

There's an order to convey
private Krutitski

to the local police station.

I will not give them my soldier.
They can interrogate him here.

They need him for a crime
re-enactment.

The local prosecutor's office
and special services insist on it.

Crime re-enactment? What
the hell are you talking about?

If we give him to them,
we'll never see the guy!

I will convey him. I came here
specially for that.

The order is signed by the
unit commander. You must obey.

This is a joint investigation, together
with the local prosecutor's office.

- Are you with them? - You forget
who you are, Warrant Officer.

If anything happens to this guy,
I'll get you, bastards.

What? Because of the fools like you
there's still a war going on here.

Shut up.

Excuse me, Senior Lieutenant, ma'am,
but I do not take my words back.

- I'll inform command about your
behaviour. - This is your right.

And chip on your shoulder.

Our general, the Old man, betrayed us.

He betrayed Warrant Officer Illich, with
whom he'd served for 15 years.

Arrested because of
the ram...

Stoner says this just to check
if I keep quiet.

Rat was accused not only of
making that trip wire,

but also of shooting that woman
in the village.

Go now.

- Egorov! Bring it!
- What?

Don't screw with me!
Time is wasting!

Good job. You're free now.

He won't shoot anymore. It's
getting dark.

Ok, then go for a walk
and we'll see if he shoots.

Come out.

- How's Illich?
- He hasn't calmed down yet.

Forgive me. Forgive us
all, dear God.

Forgive me, forgive my weakness.

Dear God, forgive
my weakness.

I knew that I can't turn him
in, but I did. I turned him in!

Oh God, what comes next?

What are we doing?
What are we perpetrating?

Have we really finished?
It's our turn!

To arms! Alert!

We will never give them anyone
else. I promise!

- They will pay for it dearly!
- Oh my God.

- Sir! Let's start a war against all of
them tomorrow in the morning! - What?

- Well, we'll wake up tomorrow composed
and will go. - Shut up!

Andrei, calm down. Let's go.

What are we doing here?

The guys are tired and there is no
reason to worry.

No reason to worry, but there's a reason
to shout at the top of your voice!

Explain to me, what are these boys doing
here? And you? And me?

- Me, old fool, what am I doing here?
- Let's go. Calm down.

Everyone asks this question, but I don't
know anyone who'd be able to answer it.

I'd forgotten that it could be
so serene...

and nice.

Me too.

How long will you stay here?

31 days. A lot.

31? That's so little.

31 days is a long, long stretch
of time.

It's a very short one for me.

But that's a lot for us.

Because of the rain I can't hear well,
but Lawyer is wrong.

We'll have to live here
for another 32 days.

Boeing gave me one day off.
I will get that son of a bitch today.

I will be in the open field, near
the ditch,

I had my eyes on that place already,
it's 200 meters from the forest.

The main thing would be to wait
patiently and to disguise myself well.

When he begins to shoot, just
localize him.

Can I borrow your helmet?

- I bolted on the tail firmly, I'm too
lazy to take it of. - Take it, sure.

And you can see that tail from afar.
It ruins a disguise.

Thanks.

We've begun our duty.

It's all right.

Skeleton, you keep a bead on the people
in the truck.

- I will cover the gasoline tank.
- Yep.

- What did they throw? Something soft.
- Go and check.

Cover me.

That's a skin. Dirty.

- Lawyer, what's in there?
- Something heavy.

But soft.

That's Rat. Kostik,
that's Rat in there!

I didn't get it in the beginning,
then I saw his ear.

Jesus, how could he fit there?
It is so small.

That is, not too big.

In the optical sight soldiers' figures
were small and looked like toys.

To shoot at them
wasn't that horrible.

Her name was Manimat. Being just
14 years old...

she had no idea of type of rifle
and treated it

as a good true friend that never
let her down and served its function

perfectly, the function
that was created by people themselves.

- No!

- No!