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Excuse me for this masquerade, Misha.
I didn’t want to be recognized by your men. That would have been amiss.
Let me introduce myself.
I am Rzhevsky-Raevsky,
Boris Anatolyevich.
At your service.
Gorgeous sight.
Don't worry, I am unarmed. -I do not.
Don’t YOU not worry that you may be unable to leave this place on your feet?
Anything may happen. But I think I will be able.
What makes you think so? -Mr. Vinnitsky, you might have left unnoticed
the fact that we have been very selective in conducting the busts until recently.
I tried not to harm your men, as far as it was possible, of course.
We would seize your competitors mostly. -Why are you here?
On a business, Misha. I will be sincere. I’m here on business
I have a very serious proposition to put to you. -And?
A fine scoop will soon arrive in Odessa.
But I won't be able to cope with it on my own.
It’s a risky business, but if we are fortunate,
it will outmatch all of your previous achievements.
What kind of scoop is this? -Gold and jewels.
Lots of gold and even more jewels.
Where will this pleasure come from? -Moscow.
The first capital city.
Can you imagine? A part of tsar's confiscated treasure was seized by
the White underground. It’s a rare luck. -So what?
These “true patriots of Russia” are bringing money to Odessa.
Are they fools?
They are perfectly honest people, Misha.
They plan to transfer the money to the West,
with a further purpose to use it for support of the Volunteer Army.
How much do these trinkets cost? -I have no idea.
Three million, I think.
And mind, Misha, it is in American currency.
Half of this wealth is yours.
How should I know you haven't invented this gorgeous fairytale?
Why would I invent it? -I don't know.
Maybe you want to use it as a bait.
Misha, please...
I could have come with soldiers and kill you right here,
if this is what you mean.
However, I should go. I have told you everything I wanted to tell.
You have heard me. I have the information about when the cargo arrives
and in what place.
In case you set up your mind.
Why have you decided to rob your friends? Eh, Your Excellency?
It is no good, I understand.
But the money is very pretty.
Misha, what did that old man want?
He’s such a wonderful old man, you won't believe it.
Barsky said he was dangerous.
Why is he dangerous? -I don't know whether he is dangerous or not.
Barsky said he might be useful.
Useful? I haven't understood this.
Misha, seriously, tell us what he wanted.
He offered me a business. But I’m not sure.
A tip-off? -Something of the sort.
How much is at stake? -At stake? Your lives are at stake.
Is this a worthy business?
Izia, we shouldn’t think about the business right now!
We should think about the place to hide.
We’ve gotten in a pretty trouble with Almazov!
Why are you shouting?! -What?! -You heard me.
No, we haven't gunned this general, so what? We’ll gun him the next time.
There will be no next time! -Ah, I shouldn’t be getting that nervous…
Misha… Misha…
No kidding, tell us what he wanted.
Shall I? -Yeah.
I won't.
How can I be sure that everyone in Odessa will not know of this tomorrow?
Or Shark for instance… -What? -You heard me.
Do you think it was because of us?
D’you really hold us responsible for Shark’s attack and Dodik’s death?
Are you holy archangels or what?
Know what?
Go to hell. -Wait.
I say wait!
Palchik, why showing your temper?
Excuse me, I got heated. I blabbed it rashly, without a good thinking.
Misha, what are you talking about? How could you?
Yasha, enough. I’ve apologized, haven’t I?
It is such a hard day that my back aches.
So, you are offering me to loosen the grip, aren’t you?
Mr. Rzhevsky, are you serious?
I am absolutely serious, Your High Excellency.
After these bandits almost killed me, you are offering me to loosen the grip?
Exactly.
Are you out of your wits?
You should loosen the grip, Aleksey Nikolayevich, it's a necessary measure.
I think the police officers will support me.
Colonel?
I dare say, Your High Excellency, that Boris Anatolyevich is right.
After several successful operations, when we only need to press a little bit more and that’s it?
I dare say that in case repressions continue, there might be an explosion.
Nonsense!
As far as I understand, due to your efforts,
the bandits have suffered considerable losses.
They are demoralized.
Then finish off with them. -What?
Why oh earth, Mr... -Tor. My surname is Tor.
Your High Excellency, nearly 100 raiders have been detained or executed.
There are nearly 20.000 of them in Odessa.
They are lying low now, because the authorities have shown their teeth.
And they do respect the authorities.
But if you press too hard, these people will respond.
This will be a real war. -I am not afraid of war.
Especially, the war with the riffraff like these.
These riffraff are residents of Odessa.
Yes, they are on the opposite side of law. But… they are still civilians.
The troops will have to fight in the streets.
This will be a real war, with cannons and machine-guns.
We will have to drown the city in blood. -I am ready to do this.
I have no doubts.
But no one knows who will win this war.
How dare you?
Your High Excellency, we will win, there is no doubt.
But taking into consideration
the situation at the front and the proximity of the Reds,
I doubt that the Commander-in-Chief will properly assess our deed.
Gentlemen, you have not convinced me. You may go.
I will inform you about my decision later.
What am I supposed to cook the stuffed fish of? Of these?
What is it you so much afraid of? It’s pikeperch.
I'm not that reckless to eat this.
Where are you going, lady?
Here. It’s a good goose.
Where? -Right here. -It’s a sparrow.
It’s not a sparrow, it is a goose. -Mister, am I blind or what?
And what's this? What did Misha ask for?
Misha asked to buy a goose and this is a…
Keep on trading, mister.
Here. -Fish.
Where else will you find such a good bullhead at such low cost?
Lady, let the man go. We want this fish.
Put it in here.
There's Shark. -I see.
So, going after him? -There are three of them. -So what?
Am I stupid to attack them?
We’ll track down the rogue and have a shoot only after.
Bastard! -Hold!
Cops!
Cops! Gulia, Gulia, are you all right? This scum noticed me.
Shall we run after him? -What run, if there’s a cops' raid?
Stay calm. Prepare your IDs.
We need to run away. -And the goose?! Misha asked us to buy a goose!
What goose, fool? Come on, run. -Stop shouting!
Wait.
Check his ID. Go check.
After him!
Make way! Make way!
What are you staring at?! Whistle!
Mum! -Mum what? Don't jerk, sit still I said.
Don't pull me! -I am not pulling.
Sit still, or I’ll cut everything, even your ear.
I’d better gone to the Dreyer’s barber's shop.
We’ve got no money for the barber's shop.
I don't care about the money.
Dreyer knows I am Misha's brother,
he'd have done it for free and even with cologne.
To beg like a pauper! Your mother will do that in the best way.
Doba, have the policemen left you already?
They have. They’ve eaten all of the borsch,
and in addition my sugar tongs have gone. -Goodness, no!
Yes, they have. -Sit still I say. -They came to me from my mother.
Bastards! -Dorks indeed!
Make way! -What?
We need to follow them.
Belay that, Sapun!
We’ll catch them, Ivan Kapitonovich!
Chill out, I say.
You’ll catch a bullet there.
Grinia! Grinia!
Your Honor! I’ll catch them.
The devil himself couldn’t make head or tail of it out there.
That's it, we go.
Grinia! Grinia! Brother!
Tor killed him! Police scum!
I will kill him.
Let's go.
What about him? Will we take him up?
I have no brother anymore. They killed Grinia.
Let's go.
Mum! -Mum!
Look Who's here! -Ah! Liova is back.
He’s alive!
Just look what’s happened to him?
You've grown twice as thin.
Hello. -Liova, my boy!
You are my... -Ouch! Why pressing my wound?! -O boy! Sorry! I’ll be careful.
Wait, why are you carrying a stick? Did they wound you in the leg?
Aunt Galia, I’ve got a through wound in my breast.
Loiva, did it hurt much when they shot you from a revolver?
Try and you'll know.
Yakovlevich, come here. Just drop your newspaper. Liova’s back.
Who? -Liova is back from the hospital.
Ah, Liova! -Hello, Solomon Yakovlevich.
Hello, Liova. -Sophie, you are so nice.
What’s he allowed to eat?
The doctor said he needs to eat well and take vitamins.
A clever doctor indeed.
I don't know about your vitamins, but I’ll cook a soup for him.
Because those police bastards have eaten all the borsch.
Good afternoon. -Hello. -Hello, Gulia! Have they released you?
They say I need to stay at home and… how did they say?
Have a bed regime. -A bed regime. How are YOU?
We’re fine. Aunt Doba, don't worry, everything is fine with us.
Have the cops left?
Hey have, and they have stolen my sugar tongues in addition.
Why are you standing here like a fool? -Why? -Go ahead. Get the basket.
This is from Misha.
Aunt Doba, Misha asked to buy a goose.
Ah! The fish! And a good one! -But there was a bust.
Mary, come here. Why are standing out there? Come here. Take it.
Let’s come to my place, you’ll tell me the news.
Just take it!
Not the fish. The whole basket.
Nobody goes anywhere. -Sophie, it’ll take only a couple of minutes!
You need to keep the bed regime. -Gulia, give it to her!
Liova, must keep the bed regime.
Sophie, it’s a five minute’s talk only. Is it really prohibited?
O, Lord! -Come.
Liova, I’ll quickly cut this bandit's hair and will fry a fish for you.
You’ve already done that!
I have not, come back! – You’ve pulled out nearly all of my hair now!
You’re rascal! I will tell your Dad, he’ll beat your butts!
That wicked kid!
I stroll through the puddles without discriminating my way,
just like through my life.
Without giving it a thought that soon I will have to look back and see
a strange lace of the roads I have travelled accidentally.
And I’ll have to swim, like before,
along the stream to the place the wind will take me to.
Where I will breathe with pain from of happiness,
where my head will go dizzy from tears,
Where there is neither sorrow, nor misfortune,
just the sweet whirlpool of dreams.
Bravo!
Pour me some wine.
There will be no wine; Bakovsky has drunk it all.
Yes, I have, so what? I have drunk it up. I was so excited - because of you, by the way.
You're a swine. Order some more. Come on.
Do you want to offend me? You know very well I have no money.
You never have money.
I don't need money. I am a poet.
You're a booby. -Stop it. Enough. -But I’m penniless now, I mean it.
I have some.
Osia, no. Osia. Stop it. Take it away.
You buying them wine is the last thing I need.
They drink every day.
Waiter!
Bring some vodka.
Bravo, bravo!
Zoya Emilievna, you were amazing.
Gentlemen, my compliments. Osip Emilich I need to talk to you.
Your speech before His High Excellency was brilliant.
No joking. You were speaking so passionately.
I am sure Almazov was touched and will soften.
Leave me alone. -Why are you so angry?
It was you who caused this situation.
Your methods, Boris Anatolyevich... -I admit my guilt.
I admit it, I was carried away.
But you should agree, it has become quieter in town.
I have understood that it is time to hold back the horses.
It’s a pity, of course. I would shoot up all that scum.
But it may grow hot in town.
And I have grandiose plans for the future.
This life is miserable. It is only good for the cemetery.
And these children...
They are not children. They are distress.
Somebody’s looking for Misha all the time.
Misha’s always hiding somewhere.
And his mother has to think about whether he’s all right now.
And Mary... -Mum! -Mum what?
Mary wants a bandit. Maybe they’ve already... How am I supposed to know?
And Berchik is such a kid… He’s such a nice kid that I want to kill him.
Doba, they are children.
All children are bad.
And they all are good.
They love us until they have grown up.
And they forget about us when they have grown up.
Moisha is a grown-up.
But he has sent such good fish to us. So, life is not that bad, Doba.
Aunt Doba. We’re leaving, right? -And what about Moisha? Is he all right?
Is he? -He is. -We will bring you a goose, don't think that...
Come. -We’ll bring it for sure.
Give me that.
Give me that onion!
What did I say?
Osip Emilich, where are you going?
Decided to see my grandfather.
May I accompany you?
We'll have a talk.
Cops!
Stiopa! Stiopa!
Lover your gun.
You? What have you done, bastard? You've killed Stiopa!
Lover your gun!
Bastard!
Get away.
It's okay. I’ll avenge on you for Stiopa.
I will avenge anyway! Remember!
Bastard! Bastard!
The heroes of novels say in such cases: “You have saved my life.”
Why did you let this one go?
Osip Emilich, you're a romantic.
Drinking?
Of course, it’s high time to.
Can't you do without drinking?
Mayorchik, I asked you not to show up in public.
Or it’s some holiday today, eh?
They killed Stiopa.
Osia shot him dead.
Tor?
How…?
Gulia… Gulia… -We were walking along. Suddenly we saw the dragons
that accompany the Kyiv guy. Tor was with them.
I couldn’t even see.
The skirmish started, and he… killed Stiopa.
Friends, I want you to know: I will take avenge on him.
No matter what you, Misha, tell me, I will kill Tor.
Bastard…
Gorgeous sight…
Wait, wait! Hold on! Hold!
You boor! Boor! He did not even stop!
What kind of city is this! Boor! -Edik, why are you yelling?
Listen.
“Do you think this is malaria raving? This happened, did happen in Odessa!
“I’ll come at four, ” Mara said. Eight, Nine! Ten!”
Sioma, why are you shouting? It is not even 10 p. m.,
it's midnight now. The people are sleeping. -Zoya, it's Mayakovsky!
Heh, Bakovsky! I thought you have at last managed to create something worthy.
Gentlemen, Let's come to my place. I have half a bottle of Cahors.
Ah! Half a bottle! It won’t do.
So? -That's it, gentlemen. That’s it. I'm going home.
Zoya, Zoya…! And? We'll see you home.
Edik. It's Moldavanka. Okay, I will reach home on my own, don't worry.
That's it.
Zoya. -Yes. -Bakovsky. Time for you to go to bed.
Is this a question? -It’s a verdict. -Go now. Go.
Zoya, Zoya!
Adieu!
Adieu! -Adieu, Zoya!
Good bye! Asphodel! Good bye!
Gentlemen, Osip Emilich, please accept my deepest condolences. It’s awful.
Osip, I'm going home.
Are you going home? -Grandpa, wait for me.
We'll go together.
I want to lie down, Osia.
Excuse me, I understand everything: this is not the right time.
But I have information that Misha Yaponets did it.
Yaponets could not do that. -Of course, it was not him personally.
Maybe he did not even know anything about this.
Some of his people killed her. The knife: the handle is quite remarkable.
You know, Osip Emilich, it’s a revenge.
What?
Do you remember Stiopa Hohol?
The gangster you killed.
If it was Yaponets, he will pay for this.
Misha, no! Misha hold!! – Was it you who killed her?!
No, it was not me!
I did not touch her!
Shark knocked the knife out of my hands at the market.
Wait! Wait!
Let me go!
Get off me!
Let go!
Calm down. It was not him!
Okay? – Let me go. Let me go. It hurts.
You’re like mad. -That wasn’t him for sure.
You shouldn’t do that, Misha.
I could have killed Tor. I even wanted to kill him to avenge for Stiopa.
But I did not even think about her.
Misha. I swear to God.
Misha…
Who did this? Who? Who? Who? Who?
Go to bed, Grandpa.
I will stay at your place.
I’ll move to live with you.
I’ll find him, Grandpa.
Don't even think it was Moisha.
Moisha could not do that.
I don't think he could.
He could not.
I know who could.
Go to bed, Grandpa.
I will go. I want to lie down and never get up.
There is no reason for me to live on.
Hopefully, I have come to this pastoral remote place not in vain? -What?
It’s a corner of Eden.
Spill up the details.
Do you have a cigarette?
What's wrong?
Thank you, I don't smoke cigarettes of this kind.
Things are simple.
The cargo will arrive from Rostov by sea.
The crew consists three fishermen; the guard consists of four officers.
Skilled ones.
Won't your men fail?
Don't worry about my men.
All right.
You should intercept the cargo in the sea.
The jewels are in a small box.
You will need a carriage and good horses.
Do you have good horses?
Mr. Rzhevsky, don't be getting on my nerves.
Do I have good horses?
I do.
Go on.
All right.
I will tell you the password.
They won't let you approach without the password.
You kill everyone and take everything.
And?
And leave.
We will divide it by half and scatter, saying “adieu” to one another.
Where should I take the trophy?
I have found a good place.
It is the abandoned smoking shed behind
the near windmill. Do you know it?
I’ll find it.
Mr. Rzhevsky, aren't you afraid to get busted?
There are other ways to find one’s fortune, eh?
Ah, Misha, come off your fancies.
I will take measures to deprive you of silly ideas.
Don't be afraid. That was a joke.
We are a serious firm.
Don't make jokes like that.
Don't make jokes at all.
The smoking shed is twenty minutes away from the moorage.
It’s a good place, an open one.
So, don't take your men with you and come alone.
How can I do without a coachman? I’m a poor driver.
Take the coachman with you, of course.
You, me, and the coachman.
Where will you go afterwards?
The world is large, Misha.
Believe me, there will be no sign of me in Odessa the next morning.
Going abroad?
I’d recommend you to do the same.
Nothing good will happen here anymore.
Have you heard about the Bay of Biscay?
Yes, I have.
What kind of place is this?
I’d recommend it.
All right. “We'll see, ” said the blind man.
What is the password.
And? -Misha, she does not want.
I approached her in every possible way. Yet she tells you to go away.
Have you told her I have a serious talk to her?
Of course, I have, Misha. But she still refuses.
Misha, she is so thin, so nervous…
I even wanted to send Felia to bring doctor Margulis.
Monsieur Averman, don't think
I'm a bold person. But I need to talk to her.
Misha!
Tsilia!
I’m here with a serious talk.
About what?
I want to say that I agree. Let's leave the country.
Where to?
The place you said. To that Bay, one of Biscay.
Really?
Yeah.
They say it's a wonderful place.
Have you really made such a decision?
Yes, I have.
Tsilia.
So, you can start packing up.
or - it’d be better - don't pack anything. We will buy needed things on the spot.
I don't believe you.
I don't believe you, Misha.
And let everything go to blazes.
Osia, how are you?
When you see Yaponets, tell him to leave town.
If he does not, I will kill him.
Osia...
Tell him this.
What are you saying? It’s none of Misha’s doing.
I am going to kill now. There will be war.
Osia, you can't do this.
I will kill him when I see him. Tell him this.
Misha,
Misha, wake up.
It's me!
Lev Yakovlevich…
Why are you awake?
I cannot sleep because
I’ve learned some things that relate to you.
I have found out who killed Mademoiselle Zorga.
Who?
That was Shark, Misha.
Is this for sure?
Have I ever lied to you?
Why Shark?
You shouldn’t doubt it when
Barsky says that Shark stabbed Zoya Asphodel.
I believe you.
So it was Shark. -It was him.
You ask me why? It's very simple.
Osip Tor shot dead his brother lately.
A shallow man, there's nothing to regret.
But Shark promised to take vengeance.
He swore. People heard this.
And I have an opinion that many things begin with Shark.
I am not sure about it, but the facts are the proof of this.
This is why may I ask you for a favor?
Take Shark.
I will take him.
If you take him, ask him about my nephew.
Ask him about Dodik.
And before completely… well, you understand me…
ask him about the rat in your household.
Dodik died because of this rat, too.
And Shark knows about the rat.
Osip Emilich. I need to talk to you.
Come in. -No, thanks, it’ll take half a moment.
Forgive me, but I will be straight.
You want to take vengeance for your sister, don’t you?
This is my own business.
I do understand. But I have some information.
Yaponets and his people are going to take a robbery.
I know where and when this will happen.
And I have an intention to arrest them on the spot.
I am going with you.
This was the purpose of my visit.
The End
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