trot! Forward march!
What's the matter?
What is it?
Vanyukin was found murdered
in his cell.
I've questioned the guards.
No one came in but our own people.
Who?
Who of our people?
I was there.
Had tea with the chief guard.
- Kolia! What's wrong with you?
- Nothing's wrong with me.
When the murderer came in,
Vanyukin probably woke and got up.
The murderer stunned him with
a blow.
There's a hematoma
on the right cheek.
- Then he was stabbed.
- You may go.
Thank you, Grigory
Christoforovich.
Damn this whole rotten business!
The right cheek...
Catch!
- What's that?
- Nothing.
I found this in Vanyukin's cell.
That's Zabelin's.
The devil!
- Is this yours?
- Mine.
And the gold? Where's it?
You show me. Hurry!
I have pity the horse. Bey no good.
- Your father is a Bey?
- What? He ain't Bey!
Kaioum want get married.
No money pay dowry for girl!
My father old.
My mother she old.
House so old.
All rain coming in house.
Kaioum so poor, not have coat.
Every jackal has great coat.
Kaioum have no coat whole year.
Horse! Horse was sick!
I not run far away!
I sorry for horse!
That's enough!
Where's the gold?
Here is gold. Take, jackal!
Put it back for now.
You fool!
Swim toward the shore!
Let the current push you!
- Grab me!
- Don't want!
Hold on, dammit!
Let go! I don't want!
Who gave you this skinhead?
There's nothing to get hold of.
No! Let me drown!
What if I hadn't been able to swim?
You'd have drowned, you dimwit!
Why not let me drown?
Then all gold only for you.
For you, for you! Is that all
you know how to say?
The Bey you say is bad, and all
you want is to be one someday.
Then you'd beat your tenants
like your Bey did. You would.
You see, brother, it's Marxism,
that's what teaches us how to act.
How you know I take gold? Ah?
That chain was from the bag.
Did you know you're starting
to grow horns, on top of your head?
All those who steal from
their brothers, the poor,
will end up with horns on top
of their heads!
You understand?
It's rotten, friend,
to steal from your brothers.
You save my life.
Now you my brother.
- Give me back my blanket.
- I didn't take it.
Did you find the gold?
You drink too much!
They're fifteen miles from here,
Excellency. Maybe less...
In any case,
we must be very cautious...
Near the village of Rossokhi.
A squadron of about 300 men.
They have machine-guns
mounted on wagons.
I can't really vouch for it,
there're no guarantees.
If they press us down to the river,
we won't stand a chance.
Not a chance!
If they catch us backed up at
the stream, not a chance.
Go get the horses ready, you hear?
What the hell is there to joke
about? You want us all exterminated?
You know, Lemke, I think it's time
to cut the commissars' guts out.
And then it's your turn.
Semyon, when are you going
to give me a haircut?
- Have you seen the captain?
- No.
Where's he gotten to?
Captain! Captain Lemke!
I have a cold. I can't breathe
as long as you keep my mouth shut.
And I tell you once more,
I think you're really dumb.
You may kill me, but still I won't
give you the name of our agent.
Not unless we share the gold.
Be reasonable, Shilov, come on!
Split the gold. One half for each,
more money than we've ever seen.
Have you ever even had
as much as five rubles in your hand?
You haven't. And now, 250,000.
Can't you get it through your head?
Devil! Jackal!
It wasn't my fault!
- What's wrong?
- Kill him!
He know about gold.
He tell Brylov.
Excellency take it... Run away...
Leave band...
It wasn't my fault!
He beat me!
- Where did he go?
- Toward the bridge.
- When?
- At sunset.
Then he has a five hours' start.
Down the river!
We need raft, Commander!
We need a tree!
Quick we catch him, Commander!
Oh, how he fooled you...
Hurray for Brylov!
He said he would take me along...
He beat me... It's not my fault!
We'll trap them at the ford and cut
them down with the machine-guns.
- What time is