But one can't walk there.
We can make it on your jeep.
Doctor!
Are you gonna leave your motorcycle?
Damn it.
I have a contagious patient.
I'm as healthy as a bull. I don't care.
Get in.
Something bad is going on.
I don't know how to say it.
Say it as is.
I don't know.
I'm scared.
Because of all these
decrees and orders.
You can't do this,
you can't do that.
The phone is not working,
the bus station is closed.
I don't have any facts, but...
I can smell it.
You've got quite a nose.
My nose is alright, doctor.
I can see that the boy isn't sick either.
Don't look here.
Look some place else.
Not here.
Some place else.
In order to survive.
Shooting range.
Open up!
Go away or I'll shoot.
The landscape is beautiful here.
Open up!
You won't need it anymore.
Where is he?
In the main hall.
What's up?
The carrier is damaged.
I shot him.
I needed
time to regenerate.
And the mediator?
The mediator?
Which expedition is it for you?
The third one.
If it's your third planet
then you know
what happens if you lose a mediator.
Transmit the description.
Tell them to start the search.
Something's going on here.
Children are not affected anymore.
Probably until a certain age
they can't be used as carriers.
Their consciousness
doesn't accept us, the Thinking Ones.
Those who are used to obeying,
obey us too.
The rest are free from our influence.
And they have planes
and nuclear weapons.
Children.
Madmen.
Geniuses.
Our armada is waiting
on the Earth orbit.
-What is it?
-Rats.
Turn the light on.
Let me find the mediator.
First, I know what they look like.
And second,
it gives me a chance.
Ok.
But not later then 7pm.
When is the radio session with the armada?
A signal will be sent
through a telescope at 8pm.
At midnight,
the main troops are coming down.
One more carrier knows about us.
Who?
Sergei Belenky.
He has access to weapons as well.
This weapon is dangerous
but only in the case
of a bullet
damaging a brain.
Everything else can be
regenerated easily.
But I don't think it's likely that
any carrier will be shot in the head.
Even more so
a child.
Additional information for the Line.
Sergei Belenky.
He's especially dangerous.
If he can't be transformed,
he has to be killed.
Description: Height - 170 cm,
blonde hair...
Georgy Stepanovich!
Georgy Stepanovich!
Georgy Stepanovich! Is Sergei here?
Who's that?
This is Sergei's mother.
The landscape
is beautiful here.
Transmit the description of Belenky.
Line is listening.
Extremely dangerous.
If he can't be transformed,
he has to be killed.
Sergei Belenky.
He's wearing a leather jacket...
Is it here?
Yes.
You don't think we'll get stuck?
If we get stuck,
then we'll have to swim.
Don't laugh, doctor.
Why are you?
I'm sorry.
Look at this.
Why is he
laying over there?
Who knows.
You know,
go back.
You're right, doctor.
I can't risk you, understand?
If
we'll get
through,
I'll blow the horn three times.
Tell Chernov...
that everything's OK.
If something happens,
he'll figure out what to do.
So long.
Get up.
Get up.
Sergei!
Where is everybody?
Blood.
Yes.
What's wrong with you?
Say something.
Don't be silent please.
Don't.
You know,
it's very nice that you came by.
I thought I was all
by myself.
Get away from the road, moron!
-You're quite a runner.
-Do I know you?
You don't.
I thought that you always
run away from the trucks.
No.
What's your name?
Zhen'ka.
Zhen'ka.
Is your last name Surikov?
Good job
having it with you.
How many full years of age
do you have?
I'm 15.
The landscape
is beautiful...
I won't stay here by myself.
Maybe we should wait for the grown-ups.
Who?
Who can we wait for?
Chernov, Rubchenko?
Maybe you want to call a school teacher?
Nobody will believe us.
You know,
I can't remember how she laughed.
Who?
My mom.
Wait for me here.
Did you see what's
in the waiting room?
I did.
Did we give the Mediator back?
We