Bad Roads (Погані дороги)

BAD ROADS

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

- Stop the engine please. - Ah, yep.

Your ID please.

Just a moment...

Here.

- Halyna Serhiyivna? - Meaning?

You're Halyna S. Onyshchuk, born 1975, right?

Gosh... It's my wife's.

Maybe, you have her husband's ID?

Damn...

Any problems?

Well...

I don't understand... I...

took it from the fridge in the morning. I thought

it was my passport.

- Get out of the car please. - Well...

Damn... Maybe...

I'll call my wife, eh? She'll confirm.

- Do you have your driver's license? - I keep...

... my license in the passport.

- There's none here. - Sure there isn't. It's Halia's passport.

May I call my wife please?

I'll give you the phone, and she'll confirm.

Commander?

- We've got a driver with no ID. - Do pick up...

- Put down the phone please. - Commander, please...

- She's at work... - Put down the phone.

She's at an afternoon shift at the hospital. Please...

Put your hands on the wheel.

My goodness...

I took the passport from the fridge, I thought it was mine, but...

it turned out to be Halia's...

O my...

Maybe, we'll still call her?

She's at work today...

She'd...

... confirm...

Afternoon.

Where's Halyna Serhiyivna?

She's at work, at the afternoon shift.

At the hospital.

He says he's confused the passports.

They were on the fridge...

- Get out of the car. - I took...

Please...

- Get out! - Ooh... Commander...

It's really...

He's juiced.

I'm a friend.

I'm from Popasna.

I'm from Zhytomyr. What now?

Well...

What're you going to do with me?

What do you think we should do?

You're juiced, no ID, crossing the checkpoint into the NATO area.

What are we gonna do with you?

Your guys and I had a celebration...

Our school won in a competition and the military...

- Which "our school"? - School 3!

- Over there, behind the... - No waving arms!

Hands behind your back! Face the car! Now!

I'm the headmaster...

Everyone knows me here.

You can ask anyone of the locals.

You see, headmaster, there's a trifle invented... called a passport...

What...

It's issued to everyone when they turn 16,

in order to be properly identified.

A normal guy

in the war time, won't ever go out even to take a crap without his passport,

not to mention of driving around the area.

How did you get out of this sector without your passport?

- Out there? - Are you deaf?

Well, when I crossed out I had it with me...

- And?.. - Fuck...

This means I took both,

my wife's and mine.

Maybe, it's somewhere in the car, eh?

It's called contradictory testimony.

Open up the trunk.

- Well, shall I stand still or open it up? - Go open it up!

- Here... - What do you have in there?

Well... The kettles...

for the kids in the Junior School, to drink tea.

It's canned meat.

The military gave it to us.

- What else? - Well, it's the...

Well... sanitary ware stuff, to mend toilet bowls and pipes.

It's a guitar.

We sang songs with the soldiers after...

- What's behind the guitar? - Well.. I'm saying we sang songs...

What's behind the guitar?

Behind the guitar...

Well...

Fuck, weapons! On the floor!!

On the floor! Now!

Guys, please... You won't believe, or going to laugh, but it's a dummy!

What?!

It's a dummy, given as a gift for the kids.

Which kids?

My kids, at the school. Senior students.

- A dummy? - What dummy? It's a Kalashnikov!

Well... It's the men from your unit...

gave it as a gift to the kids after the competition!

Are you saying our army arms children?

For the lessons... in military education. It's a dummy for training.

Just call Major Kostenko, he'll explain everything.

We have no major with this name in our unit.

How no?

You're the... the National Guard, right?

Nope.

We are the Sherstiuk Battalion.

You don't know Major Kostenko, do you?

- He's bald, a finger missing on his hand. - Zip it up for a while.

What are we going to do?

I'm calling central command. This school principal is going to prison.

You'll sober up in a moment in the company of our rats.

National Security will come to investigate.

I've got classes in the morning.

May I call my wife at least, eh? Please...

Hallo, Sanych?

We've stopped a tipsy one.

On the wheels, with no ID.

He says he's the headmaster of a school.

- D'you know Major Kostenko?! - He refers to some Kostenko.

Who the hell do you fight for?!

Halt!

What?

He's bald...

a finger missing...

Who's got a finger missing?

Nobody.

Who do we fight for here?

Okay, guys...

Take me to prison... and do to me whatever you want.

I'm guilty.

Only, please allow me to phone my wife.

Well, we don't fight here.

Is it fighting really?

We just

sunbathe here, taking the sun

and bullets from snipers.

I'm here with a heart valve, between my home and Mordor,

and I don't want my daughter to hide in fucking cellars as your children do.

I'm here to prevent tipsy headmasters from carrying Kalashnikovs in their trunk.

For such headmasters as you

to be kept away from children at all.

No one knows what you teach them,

which homeland to love.

Did you pin this flag up before the checkpoint,

or do you drive with it everywhere?

I've sobered up...

I mean it.

"What the fuck do we fight for here..."

Which school?

We've got a good school.

School 3.

We make masking nets for you.

Yeah, we did take them from the gym teacher.

Aleksandr Ivanovich?

He's grey.

Yes, he's grey.

National Security will come to understand what you make and who for.

So, the last name?

Parkhomenko...

Aleskandr Ivanovich.

He's grey.

Ah, my name...

Onyshchuk

Ihor Volodymyrovych.

Two thousand...

Oh, Liudka...

- Liudka Marchenko. - What?

The girl, she's just peeked out of the dug-out.

She's my student in Class 8-A

Liuda! Liuda!

She'll confirm I'm the headmaster.

Liuda!

Hid out.

What the fuck is she doing here?

Her homework, what else?

We've got schoolgirls in every dug-out here.

You've drunk too much.

I did see Liudka.

Fuck...

Was she alone or with other girls?

I don't know.

May I have some water?

So?

Let him go home to sleep himself sober.

Or he'll have jumps right here. No, fucking thanks.

Look here, headmaster.

Tomorrow you come here with your ID.

If you don't come,

we'll find you even at the end of the earth.

Guys...

Letting me go, right?

You sure?

He'll come here tomorrow, will you?