Isaac

1940. WWII is underway. The Soviet Union seizes Lithuania

and conducts massive deportations of Lithuanians to Siberia.

One year later the country is occupied by Hitler's Germany.

The Nazis wipe out virtually the entire population of Lithuanian Jews.

Influenced by Nazi propaganda,

several thousand Lithuanians take part in these massacres.

With the end of WWII, having retaken the country,

the Soviets launch investigations into the perpetrators of war crimes.

Despite this, the deportations of innocent people continues,

regardless of ethnicity.

Move. Move, I said. Come on!

Go, go! Pick it up!

Do you think you're on holidays or something?

What are you staring at?

On your knees. Kiss my shoe! Schweine!

Kiss it!

Shove off you piece of shit!

Keep moving! Faster!

What the fuck you stupid asshole?

Juden raus! Juden raus!

Run for it!

Schnell!

Where are you going?

Out of my way!

Step back!

- That Jew, Isaac. - What?

I was in prison... He reported on me to Russians.

What Isaac?

Isaac...

I was in prison...

Go away!

Get closer! Do you hear me?

Don't you stare at me!

Don't! On your knees!

You filthy Jew!

You filthy Jews!

- Come with me. - I'm not a Jew...

Don't touch him!

Go away!

Papers!

Faster. Schnell, schnell, come on!

Alles gut, Kapitän. Lithuanian, Andrius Gluosnis.

Get lost!

Halt!

Your Jew? Get your revenge then!

Did you shit your pants? Got no balls or what? Kill him!

Give him to me!

Drag that Jew here!

ISAAC

"They walked into the Red Sea. The Promised Land was ahead of them."

Based on a short story by Antanas Skema.

SCREENWRITERS

CINEMATOGRAPHER Snow falls under the wheels of cars

PRODUCTION DESIGNER

SOUND DESIGNER

Here cars are everything, and humans - nothing

MUSIC COMPOSERS

PRODUCER

Corpses in gray houses hooked to Channel One

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER

DIRECTOR

This city is dead, this city is fatigued

Stop!

Let's go see the sailors.

That's him! That's him for sure!

Hello, my dears!

Hello, hello.

All of Soviet Lithuania was waiting for you, Comrade Gutauskas.

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you, my dears.

Hello, Gediminas!

- Welcome back! - Thank you.

- We are glad to see you. - Thank you so much.

- Welcome back. I'm Antanas. - Nice to meet you.

- Comrade Gutauskas... - I'm Gediminas.

- Give them to me. - Thank you.

- Hello! - Good to see you.

Thank you, thank you.

- We're always prepared. - Thank you.

- I'm very pleased. - Have some Lithuanian rye bread.

And something more.

Excuse me, comrade Gutauskas, maybe we could have a word?

Talk to you later. My dears, cheers.

Please accept this wreath from the people of Soviet Lithuania.

Thank you, thank you.

- Can we take a group picture? - Yes, of course.

OK, girls, get closer.

Okay, move aside.

Smile!

You have to understand that security is our priority.

What's with his arms?

What's wrong with them?

Why are they tied up?

Well, you have to understand, all sorts of things happen in this place.

Our investigation will show what's going on here...

I totally agree.

We better go to my office to talk.

Look, how quick they are

over fulfilling five - year plan for corpses.

On the 17th of May,

Gediminas Gutauskas, a communist writer and director,

has returned from the United States to Soviet Lithuania.

The Western world with its revanchist views

is inciting hysteria about another war, despising art and culture.

Gutauskas is not afraid to speak up about the hardships of immigration...

Hello, Comrade Gutauskas, and welcome back to Soviet Lithuania.

How was your trip, not too boring?

Thank you, all was good.

After the flight of Darius and Girenas nothing can scare me.

How long did it take you to get back to Soviet Lithuania?

I can barely believe it myself. 21 years!

What were your motives to stay in the U.S.

for such a long time and now to come back all of the sudden?

The longing.

Hi.

Hi.

I felt it every day.

Gedas is back.

I know.

Did you meet him?

No.

Why don't we meet then?

What did you say?

I said, maybe let's meet?

What do you mean? Us?

With Gedas?

Maybe invite him to come over?

We could have met him.

With flowers...

Like a hero.

With some bread and salt.

To feed him.

Eat, Elena, eat...

To offer him a drink.

We could celebrate, all three of us.

Elena...

Elena, open the door.

Open the door.

I'm sorry.

Elena, I'm so sorry.

Elena...

I'm going to my mother's.

Good afternoon.

Is that you? Elena?

Elena!

How come you're here?

Why didn't you come upstairs?

I didn't want to disturb you. I just wanted to say hello.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Hello. - Hello.

Listen, I'd like to...

invite you for a coffee or something, but I'm in a hurry.

- Do you need a lift? - I don't want to bother you.

Come on, get in.

Get in. Let's chat for a few moments.

And where's Andrius?

I'll send him an invitation and maybe he'll come over.

I doubt it. Well, maybe.

Why not?

Oh well, he was always like that...

He's still angry about what happened so many years ago?

Well, that's nonsense...

So, how's the film?

Actually, I'm on my way to meet the actors.

Some I picked myself, some were suggested to me.

I gave them my script to read, to see if they've understood anything.

That's so quick. When are you starting to shoot?

I've no idea. The sooner the better.

I'm so excited to start. I want...

Everything has changed so much here.

I have this feeling that...

But you also work for the studio, don't you?

I saw your name on the list. What do you do?

Sit behind the desk, do the accounts...

Not bad, not bad.

It's bad, Gedas, very bad.

I'm so bored.

Maybe that's why I came to talk to you.

Listen...

Could I work with you?

I could be your assistant. Whatever, I could do anything.

If you could ask for me in the studio, I'd just help you.

If you let me, Gedas.

I'll start from the most...

from the most important event. I don't know if...

The year 1941, Lietukis garage massacre.

Let's try to maintain the observer's perspective...

so that there is some self-identification

right up to the act itself, right to the murder.

The camera is the observer.

- I'm the observer. - In short, we need a situation...

involving a young man's... revenge.

Reasonable revenge, based on his emotion, disregarding any ethnicity.

He is using that revenge...

Though we see it only afterwards...

It's a small man's desire to establish himself,

the problem of our small country.

And it's revealed at the full in that garage.

You are a small person.

- How's it going? All good? (Russian) - Everything's fine.