Star Media presents
Yevgeniy Tkachuk, Yelena Shamova
Aleksey Filimonov, Vadim Norshtein
Sergey Marin, Igor Artashonov
Valentin Gaft, Vsevolod Shilovsky
Aleksandr Ilyin, Rimma Markova
Anatoliy Kot, Artiom Osipov
Aleksandr Lazarev Jr., Artiom Tkachenko
Oleg Shkolnik, Irina Tokarchuk
Yekaterina Kopanova, Valeriy Bassel
in ONCE UPON A TIME IN ODESSA
based on “The Odessa Tales” by I.E. Babel
Directed by Sergey Ginzburg
Written by Maksim Belozor
Music by Vladimir Davydenko
Director of Photography: Eduard Moshkovich
Production designers: Nikita Chernov, Yulia Sobinova
and Svetlana Litvinova
Casting by Anastasia Leonova
Postproduction producer: Artiom Yeliseyev
Produced by Yelizaveta Troitskaya
Executive producers: Vitaliy Bordachov and Vlad Ryashin
When my dear unforgettable husband Abram died…
Misha, do you remember Uncle Abram? He was a great man.
I was left alone with the kid. Shura was a perfect little child.
It was so hard for me! Misha, are you listening?
I’m listening to you, Madam Glikberg. I’m all ears.
Misha, did you forget how Terentiy the yard cleaner
smeared his broom with shit and started running after you
along the street? Remember who saved you?
Who shouted to him to stop insulting the child?
Madam Glikberg, I remember it very well.
You’re like cousin mother to me.
Am I? Then tell Shura to treat his mother well.
He doesn’t? -He doesn’t. He behaves as if he’s not my son
and I’m not his mother. He used to tell me about everything before
and now he doesn’t. He now comes home and throws money on the table
like a rent! Does the mother really need money?
The mother needs to be just kissed.
Kostya, bring this Shura here. I’ll show him, madam Glikberg, just wait.
I’ll tell him that mother comes first.
That’s right, Misha. -He’ll be kissing you, I swear.
If we don’t kiss out mothers who’ll remember us after? -That’s right!
Shura! What’s the matter, Shura? What kind of cheap stuff is it?! I’m upset with you.
You hurt your own mother.
He does, piece of brat!
Now you will obey your mother and tell her everything about what
and where you’re doing. It’s only an English King may sit there on his ass
with a crown between his eyes without knowing anything!
Ant to this throne room people may come freely. And if anyone is in trouble,
immediately come to me. Especially old ones.
Shura, we came from them. We align our actions with them.
If we forget our old folks, who will remember us then?
Stop weeping your nose. Apologize right among here.
Mum, I won’t do that ever again.
I wish you died when you were little! Tell your mother here you’ve been!
Madam Glikberg, maybe he’d better tell you that at home!
No, let him talk here! -Mum, I was at a decent place.
At a brothel, eh? -Just an opposite. I as at a pharmacy.
We asked old Adolf to lend us some medicines
for sick Zorik.
Yeah, he’s a kind man. He always helps the poor.
And we saw a tricolor waving on the old pharmacist’s house instead of a red one.
And you kept silence? -I thought you knew it. In addition, I saw one weird cop
running along the street and shouting
“Long live one and indivisible Russia”!
See, madam Glikberg? Now you’ll know
about what is happening in town ahead of me. -Misha, what shall we do?
Nothing. Everything’s going to be just as it used to be.
The new authorities will try to make us surrender our weapons
for free and prevent people from wandering about town at night.
But it’s not the point, Madam Glikberg.
There may be many authorities, but one can only live once.
The chief thing is that Shura the Sailor will obey his mother from now on.
You will, won’t you?
Misha, you’re a real king.
Oh, come on. -Misha, pogroms have started in town.
I beg your pardon. -You stay here!
Yasha…
Palchik, do you hear me?
Why are they lying on the ground?
Why didn’t somebody cover them?
It’s indecent…
Misha, they’re going to Moldavanka!
To Moldavanka?
Let them go to Moldavanka.
Hold! See? They’re burying a Yid! -Where?
Stiopa, Stiopa! It’s going to start in a moment.
Stand still, don’t move. -I understand. I just don’t understand
what we’re doing here. We’re not the Yids.
They are not Yids. -Who are they then? -They are our people.
Let’s throw that Yiddie out of his box!
So, bastards! Let’s say hello to each other!
Misha, there are women out there!
Just keep a tight asshole. I’ll only comb their hair!
Thank you, dear deceased! Yasha, tell Natan
to take the props to Leyzer.
He’s got two people to bury today!
Misha! A trouble! They’re heading to the Avermans!
Follow me! Be quick!
Freeze!
Mousier Averman!
Misha! -Mousier Averman, where are the girls?
Out there! Misha!
Tsilia! Tsilia… Tsilie… It’s over…
It’s all over now…
Gentlemen. Meet Mr. Governor General Grishin-Almazov.
Your High Excellency, I have an honor to present myself to you!
I’m Colonel Grinevich, Commander of the Odessa Garrison.
Your High Excellency, I have an honor to present myself to you.
I’m Colonel Gelovani, Chief of the police.
Gentlemen, please follow me.
Gentlemen!
Gentlemen, please report.
Mr. Governor General, Sir, I would have you to know that
the city is fully under control of the Volunteer Army.
The last hotbeds of resistance have been suppressed.
Thank you. I’m aware of that. I’m also aware of the pogroms
that happened in the city. It’s intolerable, gentlemen.
Your High Excellency, the people are
in a righteous anger. The troops can’t resist.
I will repeat! This is intolerable! And I find it strange
that you don’t understand it, Colonel. -I beg your pardon but…
We’re a lawful authority!
It’s a maleficent folly to let the civil population embittered.
You must stop the pogroms… even if you will have to use weapons.
Aye, Sir.
Dismiss, gentlemen.
I’m listening. -Goodness knows what!
Yes, sir.
Aleksey Nikolayevich, Admiral Dotsel reports
that the allied squadron has stopped is in the roads of Odessa.
Good.
Do you think I live in Odessa? You’re wrong! Odessa lives in me!
It’s not a city. It’s an orange! I was walking around this morning.
So, I will say: this is not Odessa anymore. This is better than Odessa.
This is Marcel, this is Paris, this is Monte Carlo!
I bet! Everybody along the boulevards is walking
eating and talking French only! So I’ll tell you, and it’s not mere words,
they come from the bottom of my heart: “Merci, monsieur allies! Liberte! Egalite!
Fraternite!” Which means: eat and drink and feel free! Come on, girls!
Daredevils! -Hello, Misha.
Sit down.
So, how is the revolution, Vania? Coming soon or in a while after?
It won’t last long. A month or maybe even less.
I see. Bring us two beers!
How are you guys now?
Gone underground. But you know we’re used to it.
Meet Comrade Feldman.
Sasha.
Mayorchik.
Misha, we are here not for fun.
We are here on business. -And?
Comrade Vinnitskiy, the Committee is preparing a revolt.
We need weapons. Lots of weapons.
So what? What can I do? I myself am poor like an absolute ragamuffin.
Misha, the French have brought a lot of weapons to the city.
And you know how to get them. -So what?
You might help us. -Why would I? -Misha…
Drink beer, comrades. I’m not sure whether be beer exist
after you start your revolution.
Grenades too? You want too much!
Misha, stop playing fool! Misha, let’s talk seriously.
You’ve helped us to seize power in this city, haven’t you?
So what?
So, we need to stick together on. You’re close to proletariat as class.
You come from the poor, don’t you? -So what?
So, help us overthrow the power of landowners and generals!
All right. How much?
What? -How much will I get paid for the weapons?
Misha, aren’t you ashamed to earn on revolution? -Sophia Pavlovna…
No, I’m not ashamed. I’m not high-minded.
I’m a merchant. How much?
Well, frankly speaking, I thought…
We don’t have much money. However, our man is going to come soon who…
I see. -He will…
If you don’t have money at home tie a broom to your ass.
Tie and sweep until you have enough and then come to us again. See you.
Look there, Izya! He’s so stylish! They know how to look well...
unlike our guys. He is a real general.
A captain.
Is he? I wouldn’t think so.
This is Captain De Ville, the chief of the arsenal.
They’ve set an arsenal at the Karantinniy Pier.
Have they?
Yes, they have. They were unloading boxes for two days.
Are there a lot?
They say sixteen carts. The guys say they look like boxes with rifles.
Those proletarians asked us about weapons.
And there’s so much of property here! Kostik, you can well play a real Frenchman, cannot you?
Vive la France!
I toast your… health!
Yeah, health, that’s right!
I recommend Mademoiselle Raya
and Mademoiselle Marusya to you, Mousier Jean!
Mademoiselle Marusya!
Marusya! Marusya!
O my God, Konstantin!
I know, I know…
My name is Jean Eduard Abel…
He is so nice! What’s he mumbling?
He says that it’s time to go to the rooms!
To the rooms? -To the rooms!
The rooms… O My Marusya…
WE toast your health! Cheers! Cheers!
It’s a tradition! Cheers!
Cheers! Cheers!
Drink to the bottom! Bottoms up! Bottoms up!
Bravo! Bravo!
Very good… Raya?
I’m Captain De Ville, at your service!
Kostik, how does one say “I love you” in French?
Je t’aime, Rayie.
Je t’aime.
It’s God knows what, gentlemen!
Colonel Duchamp reported to Governor General and he is furious!
Sixteen boxes with Lebel infantry Rifles! Ammunition!
I felt like a boy, gentlemen! There are reasons to believe
that the weapons has gone to the gangster’s underground.
The Bolsheviks’. -Quiet!
What a mess!
Buy the bubliks!
My dear! -Hello.
You’ve come, Misha!
My dear! You are our savior!
Oh, come on! Just stop it for God’s sake!
I beg your pardon. Is this a hospital?
Misha! You’re still joking! How are you? Come in. Tsilia?
How are you? Does it hurt?
No, it doesn’t. It was just a lip. And they hit my head, look!
Sophie! -Know how much it hurts? -Hurts?
It does. Misha, did you kill that bandit?
Sopha, come on! -Don’t tell it…
Misha, I want… to thank you. Misha it was so terrible!
My God! If it were not for you, Misha…
Oh, Mousier Averman, forget that event like a nightmare.
What about having a ride?
What? Where to? -To the seaside.
To have a ride and refresh your scratched head with the wind at the same time. It’s only wholesome.
The weather’s great. And the sight is gorgeous out there. Shall we?
The seaside… Tsilia! The seaside, Tsilia!
Horsie, eat the flower! Eat!
It’s not hungry. It ate Plenty this morning,
so it won’t be hungry again soon.
Horsie, please, eat the flower!
I do understand what you’re saying.
You think I’m a scapegrace.
I don’t consider you to be a scapegrace.
Don’t you? I’m a gangster.
But I’ll tell you this. I think it’s better to be a gangster
than to waste time a shop and count other people’s money.
Besides, the time now is…
What kind of time is there now?
Joyous. And my life is joyous too.
Joyous? -It is. It’s like an adventure book.
Horsie, eat the flower, it’s tasty!
Tasty? Why are you feeding it with devil’s-milk?
It’s very bitter! -What?
What? It’s bitter! Try it yourself!
Oh! It is! It’s bitter!
Sopha! -What? -Where are Misha and Tsilia? Where did they go?
Daddy! Don’t worry! They’re walking by the sea.
What a touching picture!
Tsilia! Misha!
Daddy!
You… I’ll tell you this.
I’m not sure of what will happen tomorrow. But I want you to know this.
You remembered me bursting in your place then. And I never forgot
how you looked at me, how you opened the window.
And all those bloody ten years I was thinking about you
Every day, every minute! I swear! I thought to myself I’d change my entire life, when I’d come back.
And then I’d come to you and You’d spot me out. But it didn’t happen.
Once it hasn’t happened, then nothing’s really can be done…
All right. We should go. Your daddy must get too hot already.
What are you doing? You’ll get your feet wet!
So what? I don’t care.
Well, in this case I’ll have to carry you there in my arms.
So what? Are you going to drop me?
I won’t. But you’re going to be kicking me.
I’m not sure. Maybe I won’t.
So, may I take you in my arms now?
Sure. But you have to catch me first.
Do you think I won’t be able to do it?
Well, it’s is another kind of business. I've got some money in my cash desk accumulated.
And? -It’s not enormous, but it is quite handsome.
So you…?
So, I decided that it’s bad for the money to simply lie around.
Well, you’re right. Money shouldn’t lie around.
It should lie at a right place. But times are that bad at the moment.
That there are no right places left for money in Odessa at all.
So, what do you suggest?
Constantinople. There are a couple of places there
where you can place money and get a quite handsome interest.
I’d be very grateful to you.
However, only one person can do that.
Who? -My nephew.
Kostik? -Another one. God haven’t blessed me with a son.
But He has blessed my sisters with sons.
Dodik. Nobody knows him in town. He has just come
from Kiev. I swear, he’ll become a Rothschild.
So, what can he do?
I’ll tell you what he can do. But he needs help too.
One hundred thousand.
Please don’t get hurt. I just want him to leave this country.
If you give him 100.000 and help him disappear from Odessa,
we’ll do everything you ask for.
Well… We’ll help him.
He’s here. -Well done.
The money. Just as agreed.
Very good. We’re leaving. We’ll arrive in Istanbul in five days.
Well… Farewell, David.
Write to Mum.
You’ll write her yourself on arrival.
Gentlemen, I want to inform you that the Commander-in-Chief
entrusted me with restoring order in the city.
I’ve heard enough about the gangs terrorizing the city.
Is it really that serious?
I beg to report, Your High Excellency, it’s more than serious.
Do I hear this from the Chief of Police? -Yes, Sir. I can say responsibly that
there are over twenty thousand criminals in Odessa.
Gangsters, well-organized and obeying their leaders.
It’s impossible to overpower them with the forces of the police.
What do you suggest? -What do I suggest?
Yes, you!
I beg your pardon. A military operation is needed.
It’s impossible.
Are you aware of the situation at the front? -Yes, sir.
You’ll restore order on your own.
And you’ll do that quickly and strictly! Any questions? -Yes, Sir!
What? -It’ll be done quickly and strictly!
Dismiss, gentlemen.
I’m listening. This is Captain Studzinskiy. Yes. Aye.
It’s the devil knows what!
O my God! What’s going on?! Oh, Moysha!
Moysha! -Oh, my children! My Moysha!
I don’t deserve such sorrow in my old age! -Moysha, go to mum, she is unwell.
So much shame before the people, Moysha!
They came as if we’re God knows who and made such mess here! They took Dad away.
Oh, Misha! Daddy didn’t want to go. You do know his temper.
He hit one of the cops in his teeth. So they tied his hands
and started beating him on his head with their fists!
They were beating Meyer on his head with their fists!
Mum, don’t think about it. Galya, where is Berchik?
He hasn’t come yet. He spent the night at Savka’s.
Was he hurt? -No.
Those bastards took everything. The fur coat that you gave me,
and the other one, that made of mouton, and a flower pot.
What did they need that flower pot for?
Just don’t get so much upset! -How will I live on?
The flower pot was so beautiful! -Oh, Misha, do something…
Don’t worry for me or for Dad, Mum.
He won’t stay at the station for long.
Hello, Aunt Doba.
I don’t need your “hello”. When people lose conscience
they start saying “hello”… -Did YOU do it?
It’s Gelovani’s work. They didn’t even let me know.
They must have been scared.
I’m so unwell… - Mary…
And you just stop drinking, or you’ll burst!
Why can’t we see each other? Why?
Tsilie, I'm telling you… It’s for a while only.
You think it to be funny? -No, I don’t. But it’s necessary.
Why?
Can you explain why?
What will people think? “She had a fiance but he disappeared?”
Tsilia, never mind what people say.
You’re talking like a down-and-out. You promised!
I thought we’d get married and leave the country.
Tsilia, Tsilia… Of course we will. I…
Here.
It’s so beautiful, Misha!
It’s an… engagement, right?
Thank you.
We’ll get married and leave the country. Forever!
My father has the money. He’ll give it to us. -Tsilia, where will we go?
It doesn’t matter. To France. Misha…
Misha, I’m sorry but I think these people came to see you.
Tsilie… -Gentlemen!
I’m sorry for the trouble, mademoiselle.
How dare you? He is my fiance!
Your fiance? -Yes, my fiance!
Well, then I’m very sorry.
“I met Marusya on the sea sand…”
Get back from the door! “-She wore pink stockings… She wore a corset…”
Back from the door! “She wore pink stockings…”
“She wore a corset…” Gorgeous sight! I'm home again.
“She wore a corset…”
“Where are you, Marusya? Who do you love now?”
“You love one man But you bite me…”
Makota, look at this handsome joe!
It stinks here pretty nice to smart the eyes. Getting warm? Aren’t you?
And, in addition, he’s lively. You’re joking, aren’t you?
Cat, take the jacket off him. I think it’ll fit me.
Take your jacket off. -Are you joking?
Cat, he refuses to take it off. -Shake him well. -Moysha!
Father? Father, you’ve found a great place to stay indeed.
You stop barking! He’s Yaponets’ father!
I know.
Come, come here. I’ll treat you with a good beat now.
Father, why? What for? -I’ll beat you like they were used to beat me.
Father! -You’re a filthy son. You’re a bastard!
Father! -I wish you weren’t born! Gangster!
Do I really deserve beating instead of a “hello”?
Ah! He’s your dad, isn’t he?
Get out of here. Get off! And you take a seat.
When we got to know he was your father,
we treated him with all respect.
Here, we prepared a great bed for you. Go get some food to eat.
Sit down and eat something.
What a great old man! One should be happy to have a father like him.
Here you go. The tea. It’s hot. Please help yourself.
Why are you standing out there?
Get off! Piss off, now! Come, get out from sight! Just disappear!
What great old man! I admire you so much!
Get off me! -I beg your pardon once again. Help yourself, please.
What about a jack?
Take this.
What about another one?
Take this. -What about this?
And what about a six?
Let me see… -Motia…
Off with you! You always beat!
What? Motia, what’s up?
Good afternoon, Mr. Mendel.
Yaponets asked us to come and see you.
Did you visit the Colonel?
We did. Mr. Mendel, he won’t take the bribe.
You should give him much enough so that he’d take.
We gave him much money, but he refused to take it.
Take seats.
I beg your pardon. This is for you.
Sir Colonel, we’re happy to congratulate you on capturing Yaponets.
At last there is an able power in Odessa, as opposed to…
Ah, there’s nothing to recollect about the former authorities.
Thank you, gentlemen.
Your High Excellency, don’t you plan to release him?
Don’t worry, gentlemen. He’ll be treated under military law.
Will he be executed? -Please, gentlemen! There is a lady here.
Nikolay Nikiforovich, the Governor General wants to see you.
It’s urgent. I’m sorry, Olga Nikolayevna. It’s service duties.
I beg your pardon, gentlemen. My love, my friend, I’ll be back soon.
Oh, my honey…
I beg your pardon, gentlemen…
My respects, gentlemen!
Gentlemen…
Meet another one.
I’ll sit here. -What did you say?
I’m Kotovskiy. Heard of me?
Grigoriy Ivanovich, Well met!
Ah, Yaponets…
Yes, it’s me. -You’re here too, as I see?
Know how to play “fool”?
Deal round.
I’m out. I won’t play.
Motia’s been the fool for six times already!
Off with you!
If the Colonel refuses to take the bribe,
you should start with a different suit.
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