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 Osypov, 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
They are coming. -Hey, guys! -What do you want?
Mister, what kind of goods are you carrying? Maybe we need such goods!
Maybe… if you have enough money. Hi.
Hi. Catch the rope!
I can see four people. Kostik, start shooting when on my signal.
Be careful not to hurt Pindos. -Don't worry, Misha.
Take the gun away. When I start talking don't butt in.
Otherwise they'll guess the trick. -Why should they?
Because! You look like a fisherman as mush as I look like a doctor.
I tell you to keep silent, so keep silent. Gulia, take your place.
Throw it! How are the things going? Was your trip safe?
Catch the rope. Don't say so. It was terrible near Kerch.
Samoylenko, it's an ambush!
Misha, there is nothing more here.
We need nothing else, buddy.
Mayorchik, why did you show up your mug? -I thought that it was the time.
Gulia, I told nobody to come out before my signal.
But… -I see.
Misha, there is a wounded there.
Bring him up. If he didn't die then he'll live. -Just a moment.
How shall we open it? -How's he? -Still breathing.
Misha? Bastard, why did you shoot at the friends?
Mokhov? Why did you put him on bare iron?! Lift him up!
Vania! Mokhov, what are you doing here?
Misha? Tell me why… Misha?
Mokhov, what are you doing here with the Whites?
Misha, what Whites?
We were carrying… there, downstairs… a trunk… to the comrades in the Revolutionary Committee.
Feldman… Feldman… Misha… Misha… Find Feldman…
Vania, I'll find him. Vania!
Vania! Vania!
He died.
What a mess… -He opened fire. I didn't know.
Get out of my sight! Well, Mr. Rzhevsky….
Your Honor, come in. It's time. Don't stand! Go!
Hide the trunk at Pindos' place. Bury Mokhov. -What shall we do with them?
Leave them here. Their comrades will come for them.
I wonder how Rzhevsky will explain such a trick.
Misha, let me go with you. -No need to.
Let him go. Who knows what that bastard has on his mind.
I'm serious. -Jump in. Come on, Senia!
Gee up! Go!
Guys, Pindos and I leave. You Bury Mokhov and escape along the shore.
Remember the place. We'll call the priest later. Pindos!
Easy, easy. How did it go?
Not really well. -Did you take it?
We did. How are the things going at the mill?
It's quiet. He arrived about half an hour ago. -Alone?
Alone. -Get in. We're going. -Where to?
To the mill. Move it! Why are you dawdling?
Okay, let's go. Move a little.
Misha, this is indecent. We agreed that you would come alone.
And you? -What does this mean?
What does this mean? And what does your trick mean? You told me that
the ship would be guarded by officers. We killed seven people.
Gorgeous sight indeed! But they are as much officers as I'm a rabbi.
They weren't carrying money to your Almazov. Or was it a joke?
Does it really make a difference, the Reds or the Whites… -It does!
I'd hardly have agreed to rob the Reds!
Misha, do we really need to go in politics?
That's not the point. I just dislike to be cheated.
In addition, a friend of mine was among the guys we killed.
What shall I do now?
Nothing. What's done cannot be undone. Where is the trunk?
There won't be any trunk. I don't need these trinkets anymore.
I'll have to pray for forgiveness of my sin now.
You don't need it either. -You're crazy.
Misha, you're a fool. You're even a bigger fool than I expected.
Gentlemen!
Nice "hello" indeed! -Stand still!
Palchik, you said it was quiet here! -Stand still!
Drop the weapons!
Your Honor!
Or we kill everybody.
Osia, we didn't do that!
Osip Emilich, don't be so fast! Bozhko!
Here, Your Honor! -Tie them all up. -Take this one.
So, come on, Misha!
Go, go! Move it! Move it!
Why aren't we going?
We shall wait a bit, Mr. Tor. An hour ago Yaponchik and his gang
didn't just rob a ship. They killed and robbed couriers
that were transporting gold and jewelry for the Red underground.
For a huge amount. -Why didn't you tell me about that before?
That information was confidential, Osip Emilich.
I'll disclose the details later. Mind, they don't have
anything about them. It's bad.
We shall expropriate the valuables.
They come from the Tsar's treasury and belong to Russia.
What are you going to do?
I'm going to think. Osip Emilich, don't go to Yaponets now.
I understand you perfectly well, but the cause comes first.
When we get the treasure back you may do with him what you want.
You may execute him or throw in prison. As you wish.
In view of your attitude towards him it'll please you.
But he is mine for now.
You've made so much mess, Misha. Why?
You're so weird. There was a reason.
It proves now that it was wise of me to hide the trunk.
If I had brought it with me you'd have killed me right away.
I'll do away with you anyway. Have no doubts about it.
Kidding again? It's absolutely different pair of shoes now.
I cost money now. A Rothschild indeed!
You want to buy out your life?
You are here because of the treasure, aren't you? Then let's make an exchange.
Suppose, you're right. -Then send Senia Karapet, that young lad.
I'll tell him and he'll bring the trunk.
Of course, it's clear that my guys will arrive with him.
So that the business went fairly.
Bozhko!
Move it!
Misha, go to the shed.
No, thanks, I'll stay here, with my guys.
Just don't worry. Where can I go? You'd better give me a cigarette.
Go!
It's so hot and stiffing! Osip Emilich, are you not hot?
I'll go to the shade.
Mister! Mister! Good day, Mister!
Hold! Where are you going? -Mister, buy some watermelons.
What? What watermelons? Who are you?
Just look at the watermelons! They are so nice and tasty!
I have a full box of them!
Quiet, quiet, Mister.
Mandula, this is Bozhko! Didn't you recognize me?
Shark, look who is here! It's Tor!
This scum is dead. I wish he wasn't. I'd talk to him
about my brother Grisha. And about how I was cutting
his sister to pieces. Never mind. I have the one to have a heart-to-heart talk to.
Stop it! You'll rage after.
People say that you were searching after me, Yaponets.
Yeah, I used to.
So we met, after all. Aren't you happy?
He isn't happy. Let's say "hello" to each other.
It's just for the beginning. We'll have a very, very long talk.
Yasha, you said there would be only two of them.
So it's Yasha.
So, Yaponets, where shall I stab you now? An eye or somewhere else?
There is no Gersh here to stand for you.
Release this one.
Yasha, why did you do that? I was thinking so hard! Who?
It was him. He tipped us off about your villa too.
It's a pity I failed to kill you that time.
And he told us about the trunk too. Where's the trunk,
by the way? I don't see it.
Why did you do it, Palchik? -Shut up!
No, I just want to understand. I don't like unexplained things.
Did you sell us for much?
Sure he did! Yasha keeps his interest.
You're a creep, Palchik. -Shut up! YOU are a creep!
You should've been finished off long ago! Long ago!
Just stop sniveling, I'm all wet.
Yasha and I are good friends indeed, as you see.
Friends? You're lying. You were never a friend to me.
You weren't my friend, bastard! -Easy, easy. You'll get even with him later.
Where's the trunk?
The trunk's gone.
What?! I'll bury you together with him. Where's the gold?!
You'll get your gold! Karapet went to get it here. Let me go!
How many of them are there? -I didn't count. Many! Maybe ten.
And Osia too. He hit Misha in the face at once. And then started tying us up.
I warned him that the Kiev guy will bring us to trouble.
Misha always knows better!
Christo, we need to muster about ten men. -I can't. How will I gather them?
They are all hiding. -What shall we do then?! There's no end of them there,
and there are only three of us! -Five! -Why five?
Why are you worrying?! See, there are five of us!
Let it be five; we still need to go.
Why are you standing? Get the trunk!
Hi, guys -Shall we? -Yeah, come.
Come on, kid.
Damn it! Short but heavy. Bro, help me!
Good.
Palchik, are you hungry?
He doesn't eat bacon. Their Jewish God disapproves eating bacon.
Shark? -What?
The Kiev guy's gone. -Who?
Rayevsky. We should look for him.
To hell with him! He might have escaped.
No, he is somewhere here. I can feel it.
Scraper!
Mandula! -What?
Forget about that carrion. There's some business to do.
We've forgotten about one guy. Let's go and look for him.
Just look at these boots!
Shark, they're coming!
So, Yaponets! On your feet!
Are they already here?
We're going to welcome the guests.
Shark?! I don't get it. Where are the police?
The police are where they should be. Did you bring the money?
How are you? Yasha? Why are you standing out there?
I stand where I want to. -He sold us, Izia.
He's been cheating on us for a long time. -Enough talks! Get the trunk here!
Am I really a fool? I'll bring it if you release Yaponets.
Shut up and listen to me. I take Yaponets with me.
I'll release him in one mile. I give you my word.
But if you follow us I'll cut him to pieces. Get the trunk.
Pindos!
Scraper.
Take the cash desk, Scraper!
It's heavy!
So, we had a talk, and now it's time to scatter.
Shark!
Shoot! Shoot him!
Yasha, you're a fool! -Shut up! - Drop the gun. -Hold!
Stay where you are! -I swear, you'll live. -Shut up!
Hold! -Get down!
So, Judas?
Izia, Izia…
Don't, please… Izia…
Untie me! Shall I stay tied till the night comes? -Umanets, untie him.
Izia, don't! -Be quick. Running. -Don't!
Why did you start shooting? Like at the bottles…
You could've made some holes in me.
Don't say so! They'd taken you with them and Shark wouldn't spare you.
Was it really better to place me by his side? Take it bastard!
Misha! -What? -Misha! Rzhevsky escaped. He ran away with the trunk.
Gorgeous sight! -Maybe, we'd catch up with him?
Aha, already caught.
That's it! His Honor rode away! We can now well write letters to him!
To hell with him!
Really? -Why not?
What, Izia? You've been under bullets since early in the morning.
We killed so many people! So -what? All of our guys are safe.
But it's for nothing, Izia! That putz… took our gold with him!
What gold? Just some garbage.
What? -Am I'm a fool to give him gold?
Pindos threw some iron garbage in.
Izia, what if he had checked it?
Check it? There was no time for check-ups.
Izia, you astonish me. -Do I not know Shark?
Stop that!
What shall we do with Palchik? -What should be done in cases like this.
You're so brave, Izia!
What else shall we do?
Will you be able to do that?
I don't know. Maybe I will.
Forget it. We should leave this place. Senia, get the carriage!
Take Palchik, and then… -On your feet, Judas!
Don't come any closer!
It's for all you have done, Yasha.
We should take him with us.
His friends from the police, will take him.
You're a fool, Izia. WE are his friends. Help me.
Osia! You're alive! Come here, everybody! Be quick!
Osia, you'll live for a hundred years.
It's morning now.
Solomon Yakovlevich, how is he? Alive?
Can he talk?
He can talk. He told me that he killed the man
who took Zoya away from us. Is that true, Moisha?
It's true. He killed him.
He told me so. And he said nothing else.
He must be thinking I would be happy.
How can one be happy if a man was killed?
He was not a man.
If God created him as a man for some reason, then he is a man.
No need to take me home, Moisha. I'll stay here.
I want to be by his side when he comes to his senses again.
Let's go to sleep.
No, Mayorchik. We still have another more business to do.
Yura, your calmness astonishes me. This bastard killed
our comrades… not to mention the money!
Sophia Pavlovna, he said that was a mistake, didn't he?
A great mistake indeed! One should be punished
with death only for such mistakes! -Just stop you jumping around!
Sasha, my nerves are not made of iron. I may get nervous too.
Tell her to stop leaping about.
Calm down, comrades. Sophia Pavlovna, please, sit down.
Leave me alone! -Calm down, please! Misha, look.
You robbed us in a very bad moment. Denikin's forces
will give up the city very soon. We've been preparing a revolt.
We need the money desperately. -Properly speaking, why are you here?
You may start laughing now. I want to give the money back.
What do you mean? -Are you saying you'll give the valuables back?
Oh, Sasha, I'd hate doing that.
I'll pour out some for me, of course. I got upset too, after all.
How dare you! -Sophia Pavlovna, I'm begging you!
Don't you worry, I won't take too much. Please understand me, Sasha –
I can't work without interest. I'm not Count Tolstoy.
My men won't understand it. -All right, all right, we agree.
Misha, who betrayed us? We need to know who it was.
It's an adventure novel indeed. There was a weird guy…
His name, Misha, his name! It's very important!
The operation was carried out in absolute secrecy.
Only one person knew when the ship was to arrive.
He is an Emergency Commission member working as a completely secret agent.
We don't even know his face. We are communicating
with him through a secret place only. -Just him? -Just him.
Well, your agent's grown rotten then. -But…
Don't worry. I know what I'm talking about. I know who he is.
Farewell! -Farewell!
He said there would be no sign of him in Odessa the next morning.
He's left Odessa already. There are many ways to leave the city.
He said "abroad". He couldn't go by train
for they are all standing still, because the Reds
control the railroads. And only one ship leaves for Marseilles
this morning. Mayorchik, what is the name of that ship?
"Caledonia".
All right. You may stay awake all night long, but I'm leaving.
Only, if you're not interested I may go to check the "Caledonia" myself.
No! This is our business.
Sasha, are there any of our comrades onboard the "Caledonia"?
Thank you.
You shouldn't have promised to give them the money back.
They are silly. And they'll waste it in a silly way.
Don't be greedy, Mayorchik. Live wide!
I just feel sorry. The money wasn't bad at all
but it will we wasted.
I wouldn't have given it back but for Mokhov.
We were together with him when transported and in prison too.
We've been neighbors in the barracks.
And now it turns out that I'm responsible for his death.
I'm no some dog, understand this. We'll have more money. Money is nothing.
As you say. I think I know why Palchik got mad.
It's because of money.
No. He's always been accurate with the money.
He joined us not because he wanted to
but because he was afraid to miss his interest.
We'd be earning well, and what about him? He got mad
after you took Rosie away from him.
What a fool! He could've taken her back.
He failed to do that after you spent a night with her. This is why he went mad.
Why did you keep mum once you guessed it?
Let's make a lechaim. God rest your soul, Yasha ben Mattew!
Move by! You are not supposed to stop here! -I came to your office!
Get away! The General will drive out in a moment! -I'm here to see the General.
Clear the street! Now! -Why are you shouting?
Your Honor, I was told to take this to you, so I did it.
Get off, you son of a bitch! Your Honor, I'll treat him with a whip!
Why with a whip? I was told to bring the cargo to the General,
and I did. Check it for yourself!
What is it?
Your High Excellency!
Why are you always having a mess, Studzinskiy?
Look, Your High Excellency.
So, I dare say that there is no doubt that Rzhevsky
was the Bolsheviks' agent. Your Excellency,
this information is absolutely reliable. The only thing we feel sorry for
is that we didn't manage to talk with Mr. Rzhevsky.
Colonel Grinevich and I were going to but…
What about his recommendations? The letter by General Altunin?
It's a failure of your counterintelligence.
Your High Excellency, it was General Altunin who sent us the exposing papers
about the agent. The General is disappointed very much.
He himself was mislead.
Why didn't you report it to me?
I didn't want to make hasty steps, Aleksey Nikolayevich.
We established the shadowing to expose his connections.
Unfortunately, we will never learn
the true story of Mr. Rzhevsky. But there are enough facts
to execute him.
He was a large scale adventurer. -He was an Antichrist, not an adventurer!
Yes, he used to serve for Minister Count Khvostov.
In winter 1917 he offered his services
to the Emergency Committee, but didn't serve there for long.
He was caught on fraud with confiscated valuables.
He was sentenced to death but very soon released
on Dzerzhinsky's personal order.
Who he was in fact? -Aleksey Nikolayevich, I'm more than sure
that Rzhevsky-Rayevsky is the emergency Committee's agent. Moreover, I'm sure
that he was playing a double game.
He has never been really interested in politics.
What, then? -Money. According to our agents' information,
the underground revolutionary committee was expecting
a huge amount of money to come from Moscow for the organization
of a revolt in the city. We found a ship
by one of Odessa moorings that was transporting the money.
The crew was killed up. No doubt, it's Rzhevsky's work.
Who else? -Nikolay Nikiforovich! I beg your pardon.
Did you find the money? -We didn't. So far. But the good thing is that the Reds
didn't receive it either. Before his death Rzhevsky did us a favor.
The comrades won't be able to start a revolt
in Odessa without the money.
Ladies and gentlemen, I was walking this morning and crying.
You will ask me why and I will answer you. I got used.
And now I see it's time to get out of the habit.
You cannot imagine how badly I don't want to. Of course, you will ask me:
"Yonchik, what is it that you have gotten used to that much?" I will answer you.
I've gotten used to my mum saying to me every morning:
"Bonjour, honey" and that buns in the cafe were called croissants.
What a good, quiet word! A "croissant"! But now this is the end of it.
That's it! They get on their beautiful ships and leave for
their beautiful France. Adieu! Good bye! But what is it we remain with?
We remain with no "bonjours", no croissants;
just broken hearts only. I don't know about you, but I'm in tears!
Good afternoon.
Tsilia, my dear, have you already packed up? When are you leaving?
No we haven't. We seem to stay in Odessa.
My dear, they'll hang you! You should leave the country!
Immediately! Save yourselves! -What has happened?
You don't know? The allies are leaving the city.
We must flee. To Paris. To Paris!
This is unheard of! I've been waiting for three hours!
All the hairdressing saloons are full up! Have you set your hair?
Eh… No, I haven't. -What are you waiting for? The Reds are already in town!
We must flee! Will you flee like this, without a hairdo?
Look at Olga Nikolayevna, she did well!
I had a premonition lately. So, I visited the atelier, my modiste,
went to the hairdressing saloon and curled my hair yesterday.
Ladies, I have to go. I'm leaving.
The End
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