-Wait!
-Don't sleep at work !
-Excuse me, to Samarkand ?
-Thanks.
-Where ? Where are you going ?
-Sit down please. We're taking off.
-Come out of the plane.
-Young lady, sit down. -Ok, ok. Move along.
-You don't have these candy?
-We have this candy. Sit down please.
-Thanks a lot.
-Still, I'm not letting you go anywhere.
-You better buckle up. -Uh huh.
-Tower, this is 593. Ready to take off.
-593, takeoff approved. Runway 2. Conditions are good. Oncoming wind 7m/s.
-Takeoff.
-If you open the casket, there will be war.
-You will not be flying anywhere.
-I will be caareful. I'll lift it with my nail.
-No, not flying.
-What was that ? -Everything ok here.
-Flying !
-No, not working.
-593, what's going on ? -I don't know. Flight mode on. Not taking off.
-People !
-People ! Everyone wants to fly to Samarkand, huh ?
-Yeah !
-Everyone wants to go. Understand ?
-Let's fly.
-Commander. Speedy decision please. -Takeoff !
-Well, crap...
-593, what do you have onboard ?
-I didn't call for you.
-Why aren't we doing anything ?
-Will you ?
-No.
-Once, a colleague of ours was hit.
-He violated the Agreement.
-And when his punishment seemed inevitable
this girl stepped in to protect him... very enthusiastically.
-Oh... its Olga.
-Then, of course, he was proven innocent, and Inquisition let him go.
and the sorceress...
-Haven't changed a bit...
... who is really needed by us, Light Ones, was sentenced
-Sad story, Boris Ivanovich.
-I was merely bait.
-But she, a Great One, was the real target...
-There's no Chalk in the right hand of Tamerlan.
-How do you know ? Were you there ?
-In 1941. Boris had problems, I really needed the Chalk.
-I convinced archaeologists to organize an expedition and went with them.
-In Samarkand I was approached by an old man, his name was Zoar.
-And I said, if we open the grave, a war will start.
but then I was sure...
...that Chalk will be in my hands, and I could make everything right.
-When we opened the grave, there was writing on it:
"I was the ruler of the world, but I couldn't take it with me."
-There was no Chalk in his right hand.
-And what was Zoar doing there ?
-Working in government institution. Something about ideology.
-And during Tamerlan's time ?
-Pretty much the same thing - he was his right hand.
-Right hand ?
-Oh Zoar, oh you Old Trickster!
-Olga ! Start turning the plane.
-I know where Chalk is. Zoar has it.
-Zoar...
-Give me the Chalk.
-Here it is.
-You didn't understand, I need the magic Chalk.
-It is a magical Chalk.
-And how do you write with it ?
-Here, on the board.
-And... does it help ?
-Every day.
-What to write ?
-Whatever you want.
-How... how did you end up here, huh ?
-I was passing by and decided to come in.
-Just passing by ? Just passing by ? Passing by huh ?
-By us ? Egor, it worked! Understand ? It worked !
-What worked, dad ?
-Chalk ! The Chalk worked !
-My dear fella, why are you so cold, huh ?
-Why so cold ? Are you freezing ? One moment, hold on...
-Wil you eat ? We'll cook you up something.
-Zoar ! Do something ! Cook something up ! My son was born
-Sit, sit, sit ! Come on ! It worked !
-Ok, let's wash your pants also.
-What will I be wearing ?
-Where do you think you're going at night ?
-Go,go,go,go !
-Enough - if we're gonna wash stuff, let's get serious about it.
-Oh! Excuse me, I am looking for your neighbor.
-You're not the only one who's looking.
-Thanks.
-Be careful, Svetlana.
-Are you a vampire ?
-I am a vampire ! Watch !
-Excuse him please, we're not violating anything...
-I am not accusing you of anything...
-Here's Moscow's registration...
-I..I..I... I am not accusing you of anything.
-All the foods in the fridge are good stuff: milk, cheese, potatoes...
-Sorry...
-Father, leave ! Stop embarassing yourself !
-Hello ?
-Hello, Anton ?
-Who's this ?
-This is me, Svetlana.
-Svetlana ? But you know that he has a family, a child.
please, don't call him anymore.
-Egor, here.
-This is plov, you eat it with your hands.
-So, is it tasty ?
-Will you go eat with us ?
-With you, meaning with whom exactly ?
-With me. With mom.
-Egor, I can't go with you, I have a different life.
-Egor, you understand, I...
-You'll change your mind !
-Zoar, why didn't the Chalk work ?
-I was writing where you told me to...
-Here I write my destiny...
-Plov costs 150 roubles
-And yours is in a different place.
-And someone else's fate cannot be altered.
everyone is responsible only for their own fate.
-Remember where you messed up your fate ?
-Why didn't you tell me this in the beginning, huh ?
-You didn't ask.
-Ask, didn't ask, whatever...
-Sorry, Anton.
-What happened ?
-He stole Chalk.
-Hello.
-Excuse me, can I talk to Egor ?
-What, are you out of your mind ?
-Its already 1 am. Egor has been sleeping for a while now.
-Boss ! Go State Fair !
-We found him, Zavulon !
-Step on it !
-Idiot ! I need him alive !
-Run him around for now, guys.
-Anton !
-Who's there ? Anton !
-Zoar !
-Nobody here.
-Now what ?
-Ok... is this his phone ?
-Why is it broken, huh ?
-This means Dark Ones are looking for Chalk also. And so, the big game begins...
-What are you doing ?
-What station is this ?
-I will be going.
-Guys, what are you doing ?
-Stop ! Guys !
-Stop !
-Freeze !
-Who were you talking to ?
-I don't know, but I was told not to call him anymore.
-That's Egor.
-It's Egor.
-Why did he come ?
-He stole Chalk from him.
-Where are you going ?
-Oh. I will be just a moment.
-Remember Egor's address ? -State Fair.
-Let's drive. -Let's go.
-Take her.
-Sveta !
-Slipped away.
-Why, sat down to warm up ?
-To somewhere...
-Understood.
-Uncle Zavulon, why are we the Dark Ones ?
-Darkness hides flaws, Egor.
and there aren't any people without flaws.
-It lets us do what we want.
lets us be who we are.
-It gives us the gift of love.
-Look what I found, uncle Zavulon.
-This is a Chalk of Destiny.
-Hello.
-Zavulon! -Listening.
-Is Chalk with you ?
-No.
-You don't have the right to touch it !
-Who said I'm touching it.
-What kind of gathering is this ? You don't want to invite me ?
-No. I'll send you pictures.
-Slow down, Semyon.
-Gather all the people near the "Cosmos" hotel.
-Where are you going, Boris Ivanovich ?
-I need to change.
-Alisa ?
-With its help we can correct mistakes...
-So keep it.
-But what about you ?
-I don't need it.
-What, you don't make mistakes ?
-No, I just don't regret them.
-So what am I supposed to do with it ?
-Give it to Alisa.
-And what is she regretting ?
-Well, what do women usually regret ?
-They nostalgize about love.
-Are you sure you're doing the right thing ?
-I don't want to be like you, who's afraid both of their people and our people !
-To be afraid of every phone ring !
-Why ?
-For instance, I am not afraid of anyone.
(sings)
-Even in our condition we can remain human.
-Human, dad ?
-Can you make me human ?
-No, but...
-Listen !
-Kostya ! Kostya !
-Son ! Listen up !
-Alisa, hurry up !
-Yes.
-We're starting. -I'm coming.
-And don't touch the ring. I hurt.
-Why did you come ?
-What... I'm not allowed ?
-Allowed.
-Close the door.
-Howdy.
-Hi there.
-I came for you.
-Zavulon...
-Coming !
-I am coming !
-Good evening. -Come again later.
-I will be going.
-Kostya, wait. Wait. Listen to me, I will explain everything.
-No need.
-He knows all about me, and I can't do anything. Do you feel me ? Understand me ? No ?
-I can't take it off.
-I will help.
-No need.
-He[it] will kill you.
-I'm not afraid.
-I am scared.
-I told you already... how about later ?
-I told you already...
-Let's go, let's go...
-And who's this ?
-Gorodetsky's neighbor. He will recognize him no matter what body he is in.
-Hmm... where's dad ?
-Ah...
-The person you're trying to reach is temporarily unavailable.
-Hurts, yes ?
-Come on, come on! Come on, come ! Let's go, come on !
-You don't have the right ! You're stepping above the law !
-You're stepping above the law. Understand ?
-Dry out a little...
-You're outside of the law. You understand, its nothing personal... I was ordered...
-I agree, agree, agree with you.
-I was ordered... Gosha is good...
-Gosha was going to "Cosmos" to a boy's birthday party...
-What... what did you think of now ?
-What do you have in mind ?
-No ! You will fail !
-Your mug is known on every corner !
-Yeah, of course, this isn't exactly our methods...
-Can you tell me please, there's a boy's birthday being celebrated somewhere around here ?
-Last floor on the elevator.
-Kolya, the Parrot is coming up to you.
-How is it there ?
-Knock on wood. Walk faster, you'll be late.
-Vitya, wait up !
-Give me the jacket.
-Hi, Vitya.
-Began ?
-I'm "Vitya" to you huh ?
-Wait, you're not Vitya ?
-Where's Vitya then ?
-Egor !
-Who's there ?
-Egor !
-Congratulations ! Congratulations !
-Quiet, quiet ! Let the father say a word !
-His birthday. Forgot ?
-Penalty !
-Go on, say something !
-He was waiting for you so much... don't disappoint !
-Come on, I know you Light Ones are good at it ! Come on !
-I...
-I...wish you... health and happiness, Egor.
-Thats it ?
-And that everything in your life would be well...
...
-I'll tell you everything later, Egor.
-Let's get out of here?
-No, say it now, later will be too late.
-Ok.
-I wish you only one thing:
i wish you would learn to forgive. And no matter what you are told...
-Bravo !
-Your dad is tired, forgive him.
-He was poisoned.
-Hey ! Make way to the right...
-Vitya, to the left on parallel 548, apprehend. Copy that ?
-Let me pass to the right !
-And thats what kind of salad we're in now, son.
-Here. Chase it down.
-Whats this ?
-Is it the ingredients you care about or the effect ?
-You've messed up my life, grandma !
-Yeah, well you messed mine too.
-Me ?
-Yeah ! Thanks to you, I'm sitting like a frog in a corner for 12 years.
-What are we supposed to do with you now ?
-Why did you come here ? Forget yourself, dearie ?
-Chalk, you say ?
-Your house was broken !
-Broken... but a wall is still left.
-Come here... Grapes... want some grapes ?
-No ! Nooo ! Bring me the Chalk, then I'll give you some. Deal ?
-She doesn't take from a stranger's hands.
-Well-mannered ?
-Yeah.
-Won't eat ? -Won't eat.
-But I do eat !
-Good boy !
-I eat everything !
-Good...ohhh...
-Now I will eat !
-I will eat everyone !
[cites thematic, depressive Russian poetry]
[continues citing war poetry]
-He's somewhere near, I can feel it.
-Mother will bring the town up from the ashes...
-Ew. Crap.
-My, what's going on nowadays, huh ?
-What's up with you, are you a fool ?
-Huh ? Cretin.
-Stop it, Semyon ! Get ahold of yourself !
-What are you doing, Semyon ! Don't !
-Speed up, we'll be late.
-Should I call Inquisition ?
-No hurry.
-Not everyone has gathered yet.
-Zavulon ! My dear !
-Let's drink ?
-Okay, if you're serious about it.
-On brudershaft.
-You're playing dangerous games, Gorodetsky... I will give you to the Inquisition...
-Me ? To the Inquisition ?
-What for ?
-I didn't kill..
-But you know...
-And who killed then ?
-Well, like in a detective story... probably the gardener.
-Or the butcher.
-Valeriy Sergeyevich ! What a surprise !
-Well, I came to pick up my son.
-And he came for his son !
-Kostya got a license...
-Congratulations.
-You know...he's not like that.
-He's like what, then ?
-Harmless. Like his mother. A real good person she was.
-I think he's taking after his father.
-Stop ! Dark Ones, sirs, do you know who killed Galina Rogova ?
-She was killed...
she was killed...
was killed...
-Why would I kill her ?
-Them...
-Really, why ...
...they should've been killed, huh ?
-Oh ! Oh ! Oh !
-And you know who put him up to this ?
-Dad !
-With this very knife...
-I so much wanted you to be a human...
-No circumstances can override a violation of the Great Agreement.
-Do you admit your guilt ?
-Yes. I admit.
-Say goodbye.
-So it must be.
-Inquisition withdraws the accusation from Anton Gorodetskiy.
-You can leave.
-Thanks, I'm good here.
-Dad !
-I will explain everything to you...
-Its you who called them ?
-Me ?
-Zavulon ! You promised !
-Go, father. Don't ruin our fun.
-He couldn't by himself ! He was put up to this !
-He was put up to this...
-by Tango !
-Quiet. Quiet... Give me the Chalk...
-Come on...
-Get lost, shithead !
-Someone's losing...
...someone's finding.
-Someone's leaving...
...someone's arriving.
-Arrived.
-Now everyone's gathered.
-Stop her, uncle Zavulon.
-She can't be stopped anymore.
-What about... killing ?
-Melodrama. Egor, its not my style.
-Ok then I will do it myself.
-She's stronger than you. Think about it.
-Don't even think about it.
-Sveta ! -Anton !
-Go home. I will explain everything to you. Later.
-Go home, please.
-Don't be upset.
-Everything's good here.
-Go home, please.
-You see, uncle Zavulon ? He doesn't love her anymore. He became a Dark One.
-No Egor, he's only Darkening.
-So what to do ?
-Think, Egor. Think.
-Yesterday in Dusk I pierced her with a needle.
-Now I can drink her.
-125 -3 minutes till target.
-320 - 7 minutes.
-34 - 6 minutes.
-540 - 2 minutes. Five hundred and fortieth !
-Five hundred eighteenth !
-118 - 1 minute till target.
-No matter what, don't start withtout us. Everyone stay where you are !
-Repeat: everyone stay where you are !
-Surrounded us, or what ?
-Not answering.
-Sveta ! Sveta, it's me. Look at me. Don't close your eyes, remember ?
-'cause I'm losing you Sveta, I am losing you.
-Calm down, calm down. Ok, help me, help me, we'll get out of here.
-We'll get out.
-Come on, breathe, breathe...
-Learn to drive !
-Good, good.
Get up.
-Get up, carefully. Sveta, get up.
-Come on, talk to me. Talk.
-Tell me what's over there...
-Good girl. Breathe, breathe, breathe... uh huh...
-Got up... good girl..
-What a beauty you are, Sveta ! Beautiful !
-Come on, come on, come on ! Get up, get up !
-Sveta ! -Yeah !
-Hello !
-Hello ! Olga !
-Yes, we're coming. Wait for us.
-I found Anton.
-He's drunk and doesn't want to go anywhere.
-Go train.
-What ? How poisoned ?
-Must leave that place, its a trap. Its a provocation.
-Don't run into Egor, you hear me ?
-I hear ...
-You hear me ?
-I hear, I hear you...
-Can I help you ?
-I need Anton Gorodetsky.
-I need him too.
-I only need to talk to him.
-Noooo, you're lying. You came to take him away from me, yeah ?
-No.
-He loves you.
-And you.
-Now, ladies and gentlemen ! Now its time for the main attraction of our celebration !
which we were waiting for, as they say, for a thousand years !
-Today a new Great One has emerged !
-I will not fight with you.
-You don't have any other choice.
-Secure your buckle.
-We will start the battle ! And this time we will be victorious !
-Big one. Shit.
-But even if one drop of Dark blood is spilt, I will tear apart the Agreement !
-And then we will start the battle ! And win !
-Done. End of the line.
-For how long can we hide in the dark corners ?
-Which one of us are criminals ? Us, or them ?
-So whats the problem, guys ? We know each and every one of their faces !
-His lying, shitheaded. Dark face !
-Simple people believe in us ! Who will help them if not us ?
-Because no one has the power to undo anything anymore !
-Because the Destiny is in our hands !
-Everyone freeze ! Its a provocation !
-And there shall be Darkness, and nothing will be able to resist it...
-Hey, they won't get into a fight over there, will they ?
-Fine, I will leave.
-You try.
-Blood ! Blood !
-What's wrong with you ?
-Blood ! Blood ! Blood !
-Everything.
-What - everything ?
-It began.
-I didn't want ...
-Let's go ?
-What about Jassar ?
-Let's go-o-o !!!
-Hooraaaaahhh !
-Evacuate the floor withtout panic ! Immediate evacuation ! There's a fire on this floor !
-Everyone leave ! Everyone ! Fire, let's go !
-Huh ! What happened ?
-Fire ! Fire ! Leaving ! Come on, let's go, leave !
-Leaving ! Fire !
-Young woman, what happened ? Young woman... what... young man...
-Anton... Anton, where are you ? Anton !
-Anton !
-People are running in panic. Yes, people are trying to save themselves.
-Returning.
-There's a fire on the floor. Calmly...
-Young woman...what... young man... What happened ?
-Almost...almost, almost ! Flying, flying, flying !
-Filming ?
-Dark...
-End of the world.
-Maybe they will give, still ?
-Stepan !
-Find Alisa, take the Chalk away from her.
-Where's Alisa ?
-Alisa ? There...
-Alisa !
-Alisa ! Wait !
-What am I, your servant to run after you ? What the hell are you doing ?
-Stop ! Freeze !
-Run ! Run damn you !
-Stop !
-Quiet...
-Stop ! Stop ! I said stop !
-Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet...
-Ok now, will you show me where Alisa is ?
-Come on, come on, lead me to her.
-Kostya...
-Kostya, I didn't want... Kostya...
-I messed up everything...
-Kostya... Kostya...
-Give me. Give.
-Give me... Give.
-Nooo ! No ! Fuckers ! Get lost !
-You can't get him back, anyway.
-I will fix everything !
-You won't be able to fix anything. Give me the Chalk.
-Why ?
-Because you're not guilty of anything. Give me the Chalk.
-Who's guilty then ?
-Who cares !!! Who cares !!!
-I am guilty of everything.
-I here...
-Wait, I will... I willl... hold...
-Anton, I can't see anything.
-Let him go ! Let go ! I won't give him to you !
-Do you hear me ? I won't give him to you !
-Don't leave me, Anton !
-Hang on ! Hang on !
-Glass !!!
-Where are you pulling him ?
-Glass !!!
-Glass will fall !!!
-What have you done, Anton !
-I... I found the Chalk, Boris Ivanovich.
-House was demolished.
-Demolished... a wall is left standing.
-I beg you Anton. Run. Run faster.
-This photo camera has a short exposure.
-Thanks, Boris Ivanovich.
-So ! Do you say yes ?
-Ok...
-No... I will somehow figure things out on my own.
-Human-like.
-So be it then.
-Excuse me, please.
-Got a smoke ?
-No ?
-No, I don't smoke.
-Didn't recognize.
-And so ?
-That's all. Became human.
-Doesn't recognize.
-Recognizes !
-Hey don't give hints !
-And you don't crowd me !
-It wasn't meant to be !
-Young lady !
-Fate !
-Excuse me, haven't I met you somewhere before ?
-Maybe you have...
-Yeah ?
-Well crap...
-Surrounded, or something ?
-Look ! Stylish people, and shit !
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-Good thing...
(regretful sigh)
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