Bread, Gold, Gun (Хлеб, золото, наган)

Central Studio named after M.GORKY

FIRST CREATIVE UNION

Go!

Go!

Go! Goddammit!

Go!

Go!

Giddup, you fucking beast!

Haeah!

Go! Go!

I'll catch you up!

Sasha, to the right.

Right, here.

Okay. Stop! Stop!

Stop!

I'll leave you here.

In compliance with the mandate, here are 360 lb of grain.

This road will take you to the station, there catch a train to Moscow.

Thank you.

Can I ask you....?

- I got it. Andronov! - Yes?

Help comrade Sokolova deliver the grain.

- Comrade Reutov, look, I... - Secure the girl's and the grain's safety.

- Alright, good luck. - Yes!

Thanks, Reutov, you really set me up!

Comrade Reutov, how's this station called?

Gorodok!

Go!

Hey, go! Go!

In this beastly weather,

by these muddy roads,

and in this junk automobile?

We ain't got another one.

And by train it's way too risky. You know it first-hand now.

We need to deliver this gold.

And urgently, like always?

Right, urgently.

Watch your backs, if you go through Gorodok.

These two guys are your backup.

- Dyomin. - Solyakov.

- Get in the car! - Yes, sir!

Dyomin.

What's wrong?

Get in the car.

He helped us neutralize the gang of Pockmarked, but the price was too high.

lf...

Well...

No "ifs".

You'll deliver the gold and get back.

That's it. Good luck.

See you.

- How's the automobile? - Malfunctioning.

- What's good - it's filled up to the brim. - This is at least something.

- How will we go? - Closer to the railroad tracks.

- You mean, through Gorodok. - Right.

Okay. I'll leave you here.

- Remember me well. - Good luck.

- Thank you for all. - Bye.

A weird guy. So young, and so lifeless.

He's devastated.

And who wouldn't? Yesterday he got back home and the house was empty.

All his family are dead. He has neither friends nor relatives. He's all alone.

Bread, Gold and the Nagant Revolver

You'd better rest a bit, sir.

To hell with all these "sirs", "misses," like we're some fucking bourgeois.

You may call me by my name, but I am not used to it.

Not used to it. I hate your attitude.

How could they admit you to the Komsomol? Assigned this mission?

Who were your folks? Huh?

My dad was a doctor.

And my mom was an actress.

And I'm not a Komsomol member.

Really?

Really.

I knew it. I had this feeling.

Never mind. While we are together, I'll be your coach.

But I'll be educating you in our proletarian spirit.

Okay, try.

Look, don't you smile this bourgeois smile of yours at me. Did you hear me?

Thank you very much, Reutov.

Like you did me good! Foisted her on me!

Denikin is rushing to Moscow, and I'm here with this...

Where are you going?!

You damned bitch!

Sasha Antipov.

Vasilyok?

Kolya. Kolya Glodov?

Do you know them?

They're from Reutov's food procurement squad.

All got chopped to death.

Bastards!

That's it. Let's go.

No time.

Okay, let me do it.

You better say why you are still out of the Young Communist League?

When it was formed, I was already the Bolshevik party member.

What?

What did you say?

Huh?

Come on, don't give me this crap!

- How come? - That's how things are.

- How can it be? - I've been a party member since 191 7.

So it's 191 7, 1918, 1919...

Okay. Hey, go!

Go!

Giddup! Yeah!

Look, Olya...

you know...

don't be mad at me for being overcautious.

I'm not mad at you.

That's fine, then.

Yes, yes, come in!

Here you go. Sit down, please.

Sorry.

My throat hurts so bad.

I'm inhaling. They say it helps a lot.

What can I do for you?

I need to go to Moscow. It's urgent.

I'm afraid, miss, I can't help you.

The next train to Moscow might be only tomorrow.

Here's my mandate.

No, look at it well.

Lunacharsky himself gave it to me.

And don't call me "miss", please.

Okay, Olga Aleksandrovna, I won't.

But anyway, the train won't come sooner.

We're delivering grain for orphans.

They're dying there from hunger, and every minute counts.

Olga Aleksandrovna, these days thousands of people are dying from hunger, diseases.

If it were in my power, I would've given food to them all and cured them all too.

We got a hospital-train standing on the tracks.

I can't dispatch the injured soldiers.

Okay, I'll try to help you.

Thank you.

Wait!

Is this a bribe?!

And...

Oh no! It's a tsar 100-ruble banknote?

This is just a medication.

My granny gave it to me.

I had nothing at hand to wrap it up in. I see your throat hurts so bad.

- Are you the chief of the Gorodok station? - Right, front and present.

We'll help you with tools,

and if you don't fix your automobile,

we'll dispatch you by train.

I'm sorry.

So don't worry, feel at home here.

- We met somewhere, I guess. - I don't think so.

- When is the next train? - We expect it tomorrow morning.

Can we have some boiled water, please?

We'll arrange tea now. Sugar is in the table. Pillows and blankets are over there.

- I'll crash at the operator's. - Thank you.

Make yourselves comfortable.

- Help me up, guys. - Okay.

Stepan Ignatyevich! Stepan Ignatyevich!

Kolya! What's happened, Kolya?!

They blew up the tracks

at the 4th double-track junction, where the repairs are underway.

What?!

- They cut off the way to Moscow. - What are you talking about?!

- The Whites. - How come they are there, Kolya?!

What Whites, Kolya?!

Sasha, careful! Stepan Ignatyevich, what are we to do now?

- Quick! Get out of here! - Where to? Sasha!

Get out of here!

Sasha, where are you going?!

- Come on, help me! - We won't make it.

Help me!

- It hurts so bad! - Wait a bit.

Put it back.

Hold on, I'll call someone.

Don't.

Where's Mute?!

Beard!

- I don't know. - Where's Mechanic?!

He's killed.

The gripsack.

Where's the gripsack.

- The gripsack? - Here it is.

There's gold in it. 3 bullions.

Deliver it to the People's Commissariat of Finances.

And what about you?

I'm done,

I'm dead.

Go!

Go!

Sasha!

Move it! They'll smash you!

Drop all this stuff, Goddammit! Let's go!

Over here, bro!

What the hell are you doing?! Where are you going?!

Stop! Get back!

Sasha, slow down, please.

It's a half-way station. Let's go check, if there're any Whites there or something.

Shit, I guess there's not a soul here.

- How's the water? - It feels so good. Pour some more.

They're four all-in-all. We'll take them out quick.

You and Olga go to the section car, and we'll try to make it to the carriage

and shoot them all like partridges.

No more violence, pal.