NASHE KINO FILM DISTRIBUTION
and THE KAROPROKAT FILM COMPANY
present
A CTB FILM COMPANY PRODUCTION
With the support of the agency
for culture and cinematography
of the Russian federation
Alexie SEREBRYAKOV
Daniil STRAKHOV
Anastasia NEMOLYAEVA
Yuri ITSKOV
Svetlana STROGANOVA
Kirill ULYANOV
Yuri ORLOV
in an Alexander Rogozhkin film
TRANSIT
make-up
Ludmila CHUMAKOVA
costumes
Valentina KAMENYEVA
sound
Anatoly GUDKOVSKY
composer
Dmitry PAVLOV
editor
Yulia RUMYANTSEVA
production designer
Vladimir DYATLENKO
director of photography
Andrei ZHEGALOV
producer
Sergei SELYANOV
written and directed by
Alexander ROGOZHKIN
...six, seven, eight...
CHUKOTKA. 1943
...twelve pilots.
They said there
would be a squadron.
Maybe the Americans only have
six planes in each squadron?
What do you think, Semyon?
They say each plane's got
a leather coat and chocolate.
It's bitter but good for you.
Did you ever taste chocolate?
You're not interested in anything.
Maybe you've lived so long
because you know everything?
Look, Lieutenant Ukhanov
signed it here.
Sorry guys, carry on.
Kaiser, leave some space for me.
- Did you hear me?
- I'll leave you space.
Let's go.
Good day, Comrade First Secretary.
Comrade Vasilkov himself
has arrived.
He's with the regional
military commander.
Want to hear a joke?
A guy sees a Chukcha put
a grenade down on a stone.
He starts hitting it
with another stone.
The guy says to him,
"It's going to explode."
And he says, "That's okay,
I have another one."
We have to transfer the planes
to the Front as fast as we can.
Have they all arrived?
No, 8 are still on their way.
Comrade First Secretary,
we should check the planes
before we transfer them.
The Front is in dire need
of military equipment, Capitain.
Command has ordered that
the transfer be sped up.
You yourself understand this.
Yes sir.
But the pilots are new.
They are young boys.
It's dangerous to send them
without checking the planes.
You don't trust the ally's
technicians or your own men?
We understand that
the front needs planes.
We are doing everything we can
to get the planes off in time.
Try, Comrades.
Try your best.
Don't worry. Although I do
understand your apprehension.
The boys are inexperienced.
Only one has a little more
than twenty hours of flying time.
Those snivelers will ruin
the equipment.
I won't sign the forms if they
find even the slightest problem.
The ally landed a little rough.
I get chest pains just
watching you land, Baron.
I'll give you a pillow.
So you don't break your
butt when you land.
I don't land any worse than that ally.
Something happened.
It ran out of gas
or the engine stalled.
Follow me!
Stop all landings!
Until the runway's been cleared
everyone should hang in the air!
Should I translate it as "hang"?
Any way you can. If they
want to live they'll understand.
What happened?
The engine probably stalled.
Shoot the heroics.
Or just the usual mess.
It's not going well for the allies either.
Quicker, guys!
Four of you go there.
The rest follow me. Run!
Get it off the runway.
Push, guys!
Come on, more.
Grab the handle.
Free up the wheel.
Ease up on the right wing!
Hold it.
We did it!
Hey, ally, get out of the plane.
- You landed, Yankee. Get out.
- Maybe he broke something.
We made it in time. But the ally
doesn't want to get out.
Maybe he got hurt?
God forbid. Get him out!
Yankee, that's it. Kaput.
- Get out!
- You alive?
Open the door. That's it.
You landed the plane.
Ally, over here, quick.
Your comrade locked himself
in.
Explain to the ally
that he's arrived.
Capitain Lisnevsky.
- I understand.
- The allies crapped themselves.
Let me take the allies
to the john.
Do you ever clean this place?
It's embarrassing.
It was built for the security guards.
They never use it.
Don't be ashamed. It happens.
First time I parachuted,
I crapped myself too.
Don't mind the mess.
It's almost never