what else is good here.
Lots of fruit.
Yes, we have many different fruits.
But I don't want to live here.
Nobody likes us here.
And after this war...
they will like us even less.
Who likes each other in a war?
You call this a war?
Attack, retreat.
Make peace, make war.
No army can take this.
- What do you want?
- I want to see my son, Mamed.
Wait here.
The old man here says he's Mamed's father.
Send him in!
Mamed, take charge of the prisoners.
There's one guy I want to keep aside.
Two of our men have been taken hostage.
The mother of one of them came here
and says she's made a deal.
Let her try. Sometimes it works.
How are you, Father?
Get him!
Everybody get down!
Mother, get out of the way!
Stop!
Where are you going?
Get the others into the van!
Shoot, or he'll escape!
I have bad news, Abdul.
Your son is dead.
My brother, Dzarahmat, is dead.
You have one more night to live.
Help me.
I cannot. You have to die.
I don't want to.
Usually they throw the enemy's body
to the jackals.
But I will bury yours.
Bring me the key. Nobody's here.
I will dig a wide grave for you.
And you will see...
the Angel of Death.
I'll put my necklace in the grave...
as your wedding gift.
Maybe your soul will find a bride in heaven.
I don't think so.
Don't cry, Mother.
We'll make them pay, I promise.
Are you glad to see me?
Yes.
Don't kill any more people, promise?
Hurry!
Go! Don't stay here.
I can't.
They'll never forgive you for helping me.
Come here.
Don't kill him.
Why aren't you crying over your brother?
They killed him. Now I'll kill this Russian.
Go home!
Let's go.
Keep walking, and don't look back.
Vanya, what's the matter with you?
Look back!
I'm here!
Stop!
Don't do it!
When it was over,
I spent two weeks in the hospital.
Then I was discharged and sent home.
Mom cried all the way home.
She kept telling the woman next to her...
how lucky she was.
I want to see them in my dreams...
all those people whom I grew to love...
and will never meet again.
But they just won't come to me.Boris Giller
presents:
Oleg Menchikov
Serguei Bodrov Jr.
Soussanna Mekhralieva
Djemal Sikharoulidze
Alexandre Boureev
Alexei Jarkov
In a film by:
Serguei Bodrov
Cover your right eye.
OK.
Approved.
May I leave?
Could you lie down there please?
Captain, I have a question.
Where are we being sent?
Our home country will decide.
Raise your arms. Higher. Spread them.
Turn.
Good. Squat.
Alright. Get up.
Does it hurt?
- No.
Stand still.
It tickles.
"Approved"
Get up, men!
Catch the grenade!
Thanks.
Captain!
Not a second too soon.
I'm tired of waiting.
Bless you!
Why are they yelling?
A navy blue scarf.
Sliding off your hanging shoulders.
You said
You'd never forget me.
All our dates, cheerful and tender,
Sometimes, at night
We would split up.
Those nights are over, and you, scarf
My sweetheart, my darling, where are you?
I remember, when I left
The scarf sliding off your shoulders,
When you left you promised me
To keep this navy blue scarf
An even though my love
Doesn't want to share her life with me,
I know that your scarf
Will never be lost...
Driver, stop.
Hey, strangers, halt!
Where are you going?
I said stand still!
Halt, dammit!
An ambush!
Abdoul,
smartass.
We said one, and you take two.
Kill one of them.
What if he dies on the way?
PRISONER OF THE MOUNTAINS
After a story by Boris Giller
Arif Aliev,
Boris Giller
Pavel Lebechev
Valerie Kostrine
Leonid Desslatnikov
Ekaterina Popova-Evans
Olga Grinchpoune
Alan Baril
Production:
Dmitri Gavrichtchenko
Valeri Tarmossine
Executive Producer:
Boris Giller
Boris Giller - Serguei Bodrov
Serguei Bodrov
Hassan, watch out.
I want them alive.
Dina, keep up with the horses.
Is there no one else?
No.
You surely did shoot at them?
Not even that.
I forgot...
your name.
Corporal Jiline.
Your fighting is pointless,
Corporal Jiline.
Oh my.
Don't you feel like spitting?
Not