Enemy At The Gates Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Enemy At The Gates Script


 

                   

I am a stone.



 

                   

I do not move.



 

                   

Very slowly,

I put snow in my mouth,



 

                   

then he won't

see my breath.



 

                   

I take my time.

I let him come closer.



 

                   

I have only one bullet.

I aim at his eye.



 

                   

Very gently, my finger

presses on the trigger.



 

                   

I do not tremble.



 

                   

I have no fear.

I'm a big boy now.



  

                   

Ready, Vassili?



  

                   

Now, Vassili.

Fire!



  

                   

Fire, Vassili!

Fire!



  

                   

- Come on, pick your feet up.



  

                   

Get on your feet.

Prepare to board the train.



  

                   

You there, come along with me now.

This way, pal.



  

                   

All civilians, get out!



  

                   

Make way, let the civilians off.



  

                   

This is a military convoy.



  

                   

No one stays on board

but our valiant soldiers.



  

                   

This is a convoy

to Stalingrad...



  

                   

only for the soldiers

of the Red Army.



  

                   

All aboard!



  

                   

Autumn,     .



  

                   

Europe lies crushed

beneath the Nazi jackboot.



  

                   

The German Third Reich

I sat the height of its power.



  

                   

Hitler's armies are charging

through the heart of the Soviet Union...



  

                   

towards the oilfields

of Asia.



  

                   

One last obstacle remains.

A city on the Volga...



  

                   

where the fate of the world

is being decided. Stalingrad.



  

                   

Glorious comrade Stalin...



  

                   

has ordered not another

step backwards.



  

                   

The people of the Soviet Union

shall be free.



  

                   

Go forward, comrades.

Not a step backwards!



  

                   

Listen to these letters

sent by Russian mothers...



  

                   

to their sons on the front.



  

                   

"Volodya, my child,

I know that it's for our motherland-



  

                   

"I know that it's for our motherland

that you are giving your life.



  

                   

"Everyone here knows

that you will not fall back.



  

                   

"Everyone here

is proud of you.



  

                   

"Your father is dead.

Your brothers are dead.



  

                   

Avenge us

on the hordes of fascists. "



  

                   

Nobody move!

Stay on the boat!



  

                   

-Get back or I'll shoot!



  

                   

Back from the rails, or we shoot.

Shoot the traitors!



  

                   

Come on, come on!

Move!



  

                   

Come on, comrades,

come on!



  

                   

Move, or you'll be shot!



  

                   

Over here, stretcher!



  

                   

The one with

the rifle shoots!



  

                   

One out of two

gets a rifle.



  

                   

The one without

follows him!



  

                   

When the one

with the rifle gets killed,



  

                   

the one who is following

picks up the rifle and shoots!



  

                   

The one with

the rifle shoots!



  

                   

The one without follows him!



  

                   

When the one with

the rifle gets killed,



  

                   

the one who is following...



  

                   

picks up the rifle and shoots!



  

                   

The one with

the rifle shoots!



  

                   

- This way, now.

-The one without follows him!



  

                   

Soldiers of the glorious

Red Army, from now on...



  

                   

it is either victory

or death!



  

                   

-Those who retreat will be shot.

-I need a rifle.



  

                   

There will be no mercy

For cowards and traitors!



  

                   

Achtung!



  

                   

Aah!



  

                   

It's hopeless, comrades.

Get back!



  

                   

Pullback!



  

                   

Pullback!



  

                   

Get back! Get back!



  

                   

In the name

of the Soviet Union,



  

                   

not a step backwards,

or we shoot.



  

                   

No retreat!

Not a step back!



  

                   

-No mercy!

-Deserters will be shot.



  

                   

-Fire!

-Shoot the traitors!



  

                   

Cowards will be shot!



  

                   

No mercy for cowards!



  

                   

Russians, surrender.

You will see your home again.



  

                   

This is not your war.



  

                   

Join your German comrades,

They understand your suffering...



  

                   

and will care more for you

than your own officers,



  

                   

who are only sending you

to your death.



  

                   

The Third Reich

Is not your enemy.



  

                   

The enemy is blood thirsty Stalin

And his Bolshevik camp,



  

                   

who have stolen your land, who have

deported your father-



  

                   

Fire!



  

                   

You'll get us caught,

comrade Commissar.



  

                   

With your permission,

comrade Commissar.



  

                   

-Which one should I aim at first?

-You should wait...



  

                   

till there's an explosion.



  

                   

-Do you know how to shoot?

-A little.



  

                   

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

He's looking at us.



  

                   

Thank you,

comrade Commissar.



  

                   

Danilov, political officer,

second class.



  

                   

Twenty-first infantry.



  

                   

"Vassili Zaitsev."



  

                   

"On this day,

September the   th,     



  

                   

-"a shepherd boy from the Urals...



  

                   

"arrived in the city of Stalingrad,

on the banks of the Volga.



   

                   

"His name is Vassili Zaitsev.



   

                   

"Like thousands before him, he came

to answer comrade Stalin's call.



   

                   

"Armed with a rifle, he quickly made

the fascist invader realize that...



   

                   

"from now on he would be punished for

every step he took in the motherland;



   

                   

that from here on,

the only way was back."



   

                   

What do you think?



   

                   

I think comrade Commissar's

been overgenerous.



   

                   

Let me go!

Let me go!



   

                   

By order of comrade Stalin,

no civilian can leave the city.



   

                   

-Get back!



   

                   

Stand away,

or we will open fire.



   

                   

-Stand away!



   

                   

Get back!



   

                   

Get back or we shoot!



   

                   

Back!

Keep back!



   

                   

Make way for

comrade Stalin 's envoy!



   

                   

I carried out my orders.



   

                   

I sent in

all of my boys.



   

                   

But the Germans

engulfed us.



   

                   

They have artillery,

aircraft, tanks.



   

                   

-And me, what did I have?

-The sacred duty to resist!



   

                   

I have to

report to the boss.



   

                   

Perhaps you'd prefer

to avoid the red tape.



   

                   

My name is...



   

                   

Nikita Sergeyevich Kruschev.



   

                   

I've come to take things

in hand here.



   

                   

This city is not Kursk...



   

                   

nor is it Kiev, nor Minsk.



   

                   

This city is Stalingrad.



   

                   

Stalingrad!



   

                   

This city bears the name

of the boss.



   

                   

It's more than a city,

it's a symbol.



   

                   

If the Germans

capture this city,



   

                   

the entire country

will collapse.



   

                   

Now, I want our boys...



   

                   

to raise their heads.



   

                   

I want them to act like

they have balls!



   

                   

I want them to stop shitting

their pants!



   

                   

That's your job.



   

                   

As political officers,

I'm counting on you.



   

                   

You,

what's your suggestion?



   

                   

Shoot all the other generals

who have retreated...



   

                   

and their

chiefs of staff too.



   

                   

M-Make some examples.



   

                   

-D-D-Deport families of the deserters-

-Yeah, that's all been done.



   

                   

Give them hope!



   

                   

Here, the men's only choice

is between German bullets and ours.



   

                   

But there's another way.

The way of courage.



   

                   

The way of love

of the motherland.



   

                   

We must publish

the army newspaper again.



   

                   

We must tell magnificent stories.

Stories that extol...



   

                   

sacrifice, bravery.



   

                   

We must make them believe

in the victory.



   

                   

We must give them hope,

pride, a desire to fight.



   

                   

Yes, we need to

make examples.



   

                   

But examples to follow.



   

                   

What we need...

are heroes.



   

                   

Do you know any heroes

around here?



   

                   

Yes, comrade,

I know one.



   

                   

Thatís me!



   

                   

"Vassili Zaitsev."

That's me!



   

                   

No, you're not dreaming.

It's your name.



   

                   

We made the front page.



   

                   

They haven't changed a word.



   

                   

Do you have any idea

what this means?



   

                   

It's not the back page,

it's not the second page,



   

                   

-it's the front page.

- The front page!



   

                   

They're going to reprint

our article everywhere.



   

                   

In the Caucasus, in the Crimea,

even in the Urals.



   

                   

Tomorrow morning, Stalin himself

will be sitting over breakfast,



   

                   

reading my words,

memorizing your name.



   

                   

We're famous, Vassili.

Kruschev loved the article.



   

                   

He's promoted me

to the general staff.



   

                   

And you

to sniper division.



   

                   

-Well, that's good.

-It's very good.



   

                   

-It's very good. It's great.

-It's very great!



   

                   

-It's great!

-For us because we did it together.



   

                   

-Together!



   

                   

-Although I did all the hard work.

-Oh, yeah?



   

                   

-You're very lucky I can't fight back.

-Why's that?



   

                   

Because Kruschev told me to make sure

nothing happens to you.



   

                   

-You're too important.

-I'm too valuable.



   

                   

Yes, careful of my- careful

of my glasses, please. They're new.



   

                   

Sorry, sir.



   

                   

-I'm famous! We're famous!

-I'm famous! I'm famous!



   

                   

Vassili,

the young shepherd from the Urals,



   

                   

killed his   th

German officer today.



   

                   

He used to hunt wolves,

Now he shoots fascists.



   

                   

Today, Vassili Zaitsev

shot his   rd German officer.



   

                   

He is an example to us all.



   

                   

Vassili shot

his   ndGerman officer.



   

                   

Count only the Germans

you have killed.



   

                   

-Today, Vassili Zaitsev-

-Here is the evidence-



   

                   

   dog tags retrieved

by sniper Vassili Zaitsev.



   

                   

More and more men and women, fighters

from all branches of our armed forces,



   

                   

join the sniper division and learn

the skills of Vassili Zaitsev.



   

                   

I am a stone.



   

                   

I am a stone.



   

                   

I breathe slowly.



   

                   

I aim at the eye.



   

                   

So it is you,



   

                   

the great Vassili Zaitsev.



   

                   

-My mother makes potatoes with bacon.

-Sounds good.



   

                   

When she sees you,

she won't believe her eyes.



   

                   

-How many today?

-Only two.



   

                   

And the last one,

why didn't you shoot him?



   

                   

He was only a foot soldier.

Wasn't worth giving away my position.



   

                   

-Bless you.



   

                   

We know how much

we owe you.



   

                   

We pray for you every day.



   

                   

Every evening, we listen to them talk

about you on Radio Moscow.



   

                   

Thanks. You've certainly

managed well down here.



   

                   

My parents used to store furniture

down here before the war.



   

                   

Sacha, drop that right now.



   

                   

It's loaded.



   

                   

This way, comrade Commissar.



   

                   

Thank you, comrade.



   

                   

Good evening.



   

                   

Comrade Zaitsev?



   

                   

My God, where does

all this mail come from?



   

                   

From all over the country,

Mrs. Filipov, from all over.



   

                   

This one's from the workers

of the Kouzbass.



   

                   

They want to name

their mine after Vassili.



   

                   

Right, let's start

with the miners.



   

                   

Come on,

let's get to work.



   

                   

Dear comrades

from the Kouzbass,



   

                   

-Kouzbass.

-I thank you for your letter of praise.



   

                   

-Praise?

-R-A-I-S-E.



   

                   

And... I hope that

I can live up...



   

                   

to your expectations-

A-T-I-O-N-S.



   

                   

Expectations.



   

                   

You're interested

in German literature, Mrs. Filipov?



   

                   

It's all right,

it's our neighbor.



   

                   

-Right, where were we?

-Tania, we have guests.



   

                   

Your offer to name-



   

                   

I-



   

                   

I-I recognize you.



   

                   

He's Vassili Zaitsev.



   

                   

I saw your picture

in the paper.



   

                   

Thank you

For everything you're doing.



   

                   

-And this is his friend, Commissar...

-Danilov.



   

                   

Danilov.



   

                   

Tania is like

a daughter to me.



   

                   

She used to take care of Sacha

when I worked at the factory.



   

                   

She even taught him German.

All these books are hers.



   

                   

-Oh, they're yours?

-She studied German at the university.



   

                   

-Which university?

-Moscow.



   

                   

Moscow. Moscow.



   

                   

Shouldn't we, uh-



   

                   

Yes, let's continue.



   

                   

Your offer to name

Your mine after me...



   

                   

is... a great honor.



   

                   

H-O-N.



   

                   

Yes, I know.

Honor.



   

                   

Very good.



   

                   

Shouldn't we make the point that

I'm not the only one fighting?



   

                   

That- That's excellent-

excellent idea, Vassili.



   

                   

-We can take it even further though.

-Oh.



   

                   

We can take it further.



   

                   

Your battle for

The production of coal...



   

                   

is as worthy as mine.



   

                   

There's no "K" in coal.



   

                   

Just-just one "L. "



   

                   

Oh, tell me if I'm going too fast.



   

                   

-No, you're not going too fast.

-You sure?



   

                   

I just thought is there

Any other improvements?



   

                   

Why don't you get some rest?

These letters can wait until tomorrow.



   

                   

We should carry on.

We're not tired.



   

                   

Thank you, Mrs. Filipov.

These people...



   

                   

took the trouble

to write to us.



   

                   

Tomorrow, we may not

be around to write back.



   

                   

Major Konig,

Herr General.



   

                   

I was expecting

someone...



   

                   

else.



   

                   

Certainly not someone

so prestigious.



   

                   

I imagine you have

your reasons...



   

                   

for getting yourself involved

in this hellish situation.



   

                   

My army is not designed

For this kind of fighting.



   

                   

Yesterday, yet again,

I had to promote...



   

                   

   sergeants to replace the officers

shot down by their sharpshooters.



   

                   

Those snipers are

demoralizing my people.



   

                   

This city is no more than...



   

                   

a heap of ruins.



   

                   

But the fuehrer's persisting.



   

                   

He has made it a personal matter

between Stalin and himself.



   

                   

We should trust

the fuehrer's instinct.



   

                   

He always managed to

lead us to victory.



   

                   

We shall be back home

For Christmas.



   

                   

How are you going to go about finding

this young Russian?



   

                   

I'll fix it so that he's the one

who finds me.



   

                   

Vassili.

Vassili.



   

                   

-Come on, time to get up.

-What?



   

                   

They have a problem in the department

store sector. They need us. Come on.



   

                   

Look, Vassili, he's hiding

in the department store. Over there.



   

                   

So far this morning,



   

                   

he's knocked off five officers,

plus two machine gunners.



   

                   

Look, third floor,

fourth window from the left.



   

                   

Fourth window from the left.



   

                   

See him?



   

                   

Yeah, I see him.



   

                   

There, you got him!



   

                   

Great shot.



   

                   

Let's go get

his dog tag.



   

                   

Good-bye, comrade Commissar.



   

                   

Thank you for your

hospitality, Mrs. Filipov.



   

                   

You can borrow

whatever you like.



   

                   

I'm not sure what they would say

to me at headquarters...



   

                   

if I came back with an armful

of Goethe and Schiller.



   

                   

-There's some Marx too.



   

                   

You were assigned to civil defense

at the   th district?



   

                   

No, I volunteered.



   

                   

It's such a coincidence

meeting you like this.



   

                   

Comrade Kruschev was

telling me just yesterday...



   

                   

how desperately we're in need

of operators who speak German.



   

                   

I can't. Our militia's responsible

for all the people in this neighbourhood.



   

                   

We're already

desperately short of men.



   

                   

We'll give you a dozen soldiers

for every one that speaks German.



   

                   

I'd rather stay and fight.



   

                   

Serving at headquarters is fighting.

You'd be far more useful there.



   

                   

You stay here.

You cover us.



   

                   

- All right.

-We go.



   

                   

Take care.



   

                   

Ludmilla, come on.



   

                   

Check the stairway.



   

                   

It's a trap.



   

                   

I know.



   

                   

Move back.



   

                   

He's still here.



   

                   

-They're coming straight for us!

-Ludmilla,



   

                   

stay where you are,

he's over there somewhere.



   

                   

We have to

get out of here!



   

                   

-We have to get out of here!

-Just stay where you are!



   

                   

What are we gonna do?



   

                   

Ludmilla, stay where you are!



   

                   

Fuck this, I'm going.



   

                   

Ludmilla, no!



   

                   

What does this mean?



   

                   

"The little shepherd from the Urals

receives a new sniper's rifle,



   

                   

"a Mosin-Nagant  .  

with its  . -power P.U. telescope.



   

                   

Pride of precision

Of Soviet production."



   

                   

-I've seen that rifle close up.

-Have you?



   

                   

I've even touched it.

I know him well, Vassili Zaitsev.



   

                   

Ludmilla and Anton were killed today,

and it was my fault.



   

                   

No, I'm sure

that's not true.



   

                   

There was a German sniper.

I walked them right into his trap.



   

                   

- What else can you tell me?

-He didn't relocate.



   

                   

A sniper who doesn't

relocate isn't normal.



   

                   

He was very good. It wasn't just

his shooting, it was his instinct.



   

                   

He was a step ahead

of me all the time.



   

                   

That's because he knows

everything about you.



   

                   

His name is Konig,

Major Konig.



   

                   

They've sent him here

to ki-



   

                   

to find you.



   

                   

At first we weren't sure

if the information was reliable.



   

                   

It seems he's come

all the way from Berlin to stop you.



   

                   

You've caused them so many sleepless

nights, they sent their top marksman.



   

                   

-What do we know about him?

-He's a major in the Wehrmacht.



   

                   

He's director of their

sniper school in Zossen.



   

                   

Koulikov studied under him

at Zossen before the war.



   

                   

He knows all his tricks. From now on,

he'll go with you everywhere.



   

                   

A nobleman from Bavaria

who hunts deer...



   

                   

against a shepherd boy from the Urals

who poaches wolves.



   

                   

It's more than a confrontation

between two nations.



   

                   

It's the essence

Of class struggle.



   

                   

I'm glad

you're so happy.



   

                   

He had all the advantages.

Next time you'll be even.



   

                   

No one shoots

like you, Vassili.



   

                   

She's been transferred.



   

                   

I'll see if they're ready

for you next door.



   

                   

-Hello.

-You look smart in your new uniform.



   

                   

Make sure they don't take it back

once you've finished.



   

                   

Yeah, they probably will.



   

                   

I've heard the rumor about the German,

and I wanted to wish you luck.



   

                   

Thank you.

I'll need it.



   

                   

From what comrade Danilov

tells me, you're going to win.



   

                   

Hmm.



   

                   

It's time.



   

                   

- Vassili! Vassili!

-Come to my arms.



   

                   

-Look in my direction.



   

                   

Put your cap back on,

you look more heroic.



   

                   

-This way, comrade Zaitsev.

-I love this little fellow.



   

                   

Vassili, is it true that

you volunteered for the front?



   

                   

How old are you, Vassili?



   

                   

Do you know what this duel

means for our country?



   

                   

Is it true you killed your first wolf

when you were five?



   

                   

Are you proud to be challenged

By the best sharpshooter in Germany?



   

                   

The Germans are starting

to shit their pants.



   

                   

Go on, my boy, tell us how

you're going to deal with him.



   

                   

-Or rather, no. Tell it to the boss.

-One more question, please.



   

                   

He likes

good hunting stories.



   

                   

Look at him with pride,



   

                   

because he's looking at you.



   

                   

The whole country

is looking at you.



   

                   

Forgive me, forgive me,

Grandfather.



   

                   

So, it's not the wolf that

chooses the hunting ground...



   

                   

but the hunter.



   

                   

But I'm sure your grandfather

taught you that.



   

                   

Except in this case,



   

                   

I'm the game.



   

                   

However,

today what we're going to do...



   

                   

is lure the wolf

out of his lair...



   

                   

to where we want him to be.



   

                   

You're the one whose life is valuable.

You go first.



   

                   

No, no. We take it in turns.

Next time is your turn to go first,



   

                   

and then it's you, Volodya.



   

                   

Son of a bitch!



   

                   

These are new pants. I just took them

Off a captain from the    st yesterday.



   

                   

Sixteen months I spent

in Germany at the school in Zossen.



   

                   

Of course, those were the days

when we were friends with the Krauts,:



   

                   

when our Joseph

and their Adolph...



   

                   

were walking hand in hand.



   

                   

From here to the wire,

   meters, right?



   

                   

One hundred and fifty-five.



   

                   

Whatever. That'll make 'em

Send out a repair guy.



   

                   

Let's relocate.



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

Hey, Volodya!



   

                   

After the Germans

invaded us,



   

                   

it wasn't the same

atmosphere anymore.



   

                   

Threw my ass

in prison.



   

                   

What were you doing

in Germany, huh?



   

                   

Excuse me, says I, but it was

comrade Stalin who sent me there.



   

                   

Don't bring our glorious leader

into your treachery.



   

                   

Confess, spy bastard!

Confess.



   

                   

And bang! Bang, bang, bang!



   

                   

Well, there wasn't a sickle,

but there was a hammer.



   

                   

And bang.

Knocked out all my teeth.



   

                   

That's right, boy.

Have no illusions.



   

                   

That's the land of socialism

and universal bliss for you.



   

                   

Hey! It's your repair guy.



   

                   

I got him.



   

                   

It's about soup time,

isn't it?



   

                   

I'm going.



   

                   

Well, get a move on, Volodya,



   

                   

and try not to spill it all

on your way back, you Marxist bastard.



   

                   

The enemy sniper activity reported

during the past    hours, Herr Major.



   

                   

Two sentries shot

in the train station sector.



   

                   

One artillery observer

in the Northern sector.



   

                   

One lieutenant from the   th Panzer

division in the factory sector.



   

                   

Three telephone repairmen

in the workers' housing sector.



   

                   

They also tell me we have just taken

a prisoner who may interest you.



   

                   

I hope he's still

able to speak.



   

                   

Excuse me, sir?



   

                   

Nothing.

Thank you.



   

                   

So, tell us, Volodya,



   

                   

which building is he in?



   

                   

There is no way

I know that.



   

                   

He moves around

all the time.



   

                   

He jumps from one

to the next.



   

                   

On which floor?



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

We'll see about that.



   

                   

Undress him.



   

                   

Put him in

one of our uniforms.





 

                   

You see, they are stubborn.



 

                   

That's the good thing

about the Germans.



 

                   

Man, you got to admit

when they get an idea in their heads-



 

                   

Right.



 

                   

Let's see if our customer

has arrived.



 

                   

Are you ready?



 

                   

Uh-huh.



 

                   

And now our famous shepherd

from the Urals,



 

                   

who Major Konig

thinks is an idiot,



  

                   

gets up to make sure

he has hit his target.



  

                   

Major Konig sees him.



  

                   

Aims for his helmet.



  

                   

Fires.



  

                   

Reveals his position

And is shot in turn.



  

                   

Except...

Major Konig doesn't fire...



  

                   

because Major Konig

isn't there.



  

                   

Koulikov!



  

                   

Don't you think that was strange,

that last one?



  

                   

They sent him out

to get shot like the others.



  

                   

It's not natural.



  

                   

Not without artillery,

without trying to cover him.



  

                   

Oh, no, I'm the one

who was stupid.



  

                   

They don't give a shit

about telephone guys.



  

                   

I mean, it's like us

with the Ukrainians.



  

                   

They'd never bother a major

over a few dead grunts.



  

                   

Tomorrow, we'll kill us

some generals.



  

                   

Whose turn is it?



  

                   

Mine, I think.



  

                   

Oh, you're such a cheater!



  

                   

You can't fool Papa Koulikov.



  

                   

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,

it's my turn to go first.



  

                   

And it's your turn to get a hole

in your britches.



  

                   

To victory.



  

                   

This sniper business

has been dragging on too long.



  

                   

What's that little fellow

of yours up to?



  

                   

He's probing,

comrade Kruschev.



  

                   

He's testing the Germans

for weaknesses.



  

                   

He's meticulous

in his preparation.



  

                   

Vodka...

is a luxury we have.



  

                   

Caviar is

a luxury we have.



  

                   

Time is not.



  

                   

He's aware of that

comrade Kruschev. We both are.



  

                   

I assure you

he will succeed.



  

                   

Good.



  

                   

It seems your destinies

are entwined.



  

                   

They're keeping you busy.



  

                   

I picked this up

in the kitchen.



  

                   

It's from the reception the other day.

I thought Mrs. Filipov might like it.



  

                   

Um, she will be thrilled.

That's very sweet of you.



  

                   

There's plenty more

If you're hungry.



  

                   

Youíre Jewish,

aren't you?



  

                   

There's nothing in our religion

that says you can't eat sturgeon.



  

                   

My father had a premonition

all this would happen.



  

                   

You mean the war?



  

                   

He understood that the hatred

of the jews ran deep.



  

                   

He was saving up to buy

some land in Palestine.



  

                   

He said it was the only land

we truly belonged in;



  

                   

the only land

we had a duty to defend.



  

                   

He insisted learn

to use a rifle.



  

                   

I learned to shoot.



  

                   

I know that in times of war, personal

feelings should be put aside, but...



  

                   

I have a favor

to ask you.



  

                   

Of course.

Anything you want.



  

                   

I want to be reassigned.



  

                   

What's happened, Tania?



  

                   

He shot him.



  

                   

He shot him even though

he jumped first.



  

                   

Shot him on the run.



  

                   

It was

an impossible shot.



  

                   

I've never seen

anything like it.



  

                   

You've promised people

a victory I can't deliver.



  

                   

I don't stand a chance

against this man.



  

                   

You mustn't talk

like that, Vassili.



  

                   

What if I told you we found

a way to track his movements?



  

                   

We've got someone, Vassili.



  

                   

Someone close to him

passing us information.



  

                   

Next time you will be

one step ahead of him.



  

                   

I promise.



  

                   

Now I have a favor to ask.



  

                   

From me?



  

                   

It's about Tania.



  

                   

Come in.



  

                   

He doesn't even know you exist.



  

                   

But at that moment, you are closer

to him than anyone else on earth.



  

                   

You see his face

through the sight.



  

                   

You see whether he shaved

that morning or not.



  

                   

You can see whether he's married

by whether he has a wedding ring on.



  

                   

It's not like...



  

                   

just firing at a distant shape,

not just a uniform.



  

                   

It's a man's face.



  

                   

Those faces don't go away.



  

                   

They come back and they just-

they get replaced by more faces.



  

                   

Did Danilov ask you

to tell me this?



  

                   

He likes you very much. I think he'd try

anything to change your mind.



  

                   

Did he tell you

why I asked for the transfer?



  

                   

No.



  

                   

This morning, a list

arrived at headquarters.



  

                   

It was a list of civilians

who'd been...



  

                   

rounded up and sent to Germany

in a convoy...



   

                   

that left Stalingrad

three weeks ago.



   

                   

My parents

were amongst them.



   

                   

After    kilometers,

the German soldiers...



   

                   

stopped the train

and forced everyone out.



   

                   

In the middle of a bridge,

they bound them together,



   

                   

two by two.



   

                   

Mothers with daughters.



   

                   

Husbands and wives.



   

                   

They... lined them up

against the railing,



   

                   

and then they fired

a single shot at each pair...



   

                   

to save bullets.



   

                   

It worked.



   

                   

The bodies of the ones who died

dragged the others under the water.



   

                   

I know they died together.



   

                   

They never would have let

themselves be separated.



   

                   

That's Koulikov's rifle.

It's a good... rifle.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

I know how he leaves

the shelter.



   

                   

He goes through

the tractor factory.



   

                   

The tractor factory is big.



   

                   

I know exactly where.

He crawls through a gutter,



   

                   

under a grate

where the vats are,



   

                   

then he goes out

from the workshop.



   

                   

In between the two,

there's a place where he's in the open.



   

                   

It's under

a long, iron foot walk.



   

                   

Good luck, comrade.



   

                   

I know exactly where

he's waiting for me.



   

                   

He'll be on the foot walk

over the gutter.



   

                   

We'll take him out

from behind.



   

                   

We'll get to the other end

of the workshop through these pipes.



   

                   

Follow me.



   

                   

You go that way.

I'll go around this way.



   

                   

Okay?



   

                   

Shit!



   

                   

Sergei,

you should go back.



   

                   

-No, I'll be all right.

-Go back.



   

                   

No, you go!



   

                   

Keep your legs in.



   

                   

Come on. Come on. Come on.



   

                   

Comrade Stalin is asking for

one last effort!



   

                   

The fate of the motherland

is at risk!



   

                   

The fate of all those

you love and cherish!



   

                   

It's for them

that we fight today.



   

                   

Listen to me, Tania. The Germans

are throwing everything at us.



   

                   

If they're lucky, one in ten

of these soldiers will come back alive.



   

                   

You're highly educated.

You know languages.



   

                   

Every intercept you translate

saves hundreds of lives.



   

                   

Every message you decode

kills thousands of theirs.



   

                   

You have a duty to survive.



   

                   

Vassili was born to fire a gun.

It's what he knows.



   

                   

You and I were born

for a different purpose.



   

                   

If Vassili were here,

he would tell you the same thing.



   

                   

Where is he?

Where is Vassili?



   

                   

Keep your head down.



   

                   

-Tell me where he is.

-Stay into that pipe, Tania.



   

                   

Stay in. Stay in!

Get your head in!



   

                   

Slow down.



   

                   

Don't shoot.



   

                   

He's over there.



   

                   

Do you see the pillar

in front of you?



   

                   

I need you

to move round behind it.



   

                   

Go.



   

                   

Tania, I need you to find

a large piece of glass.



   

                   

Piece of glass.



   

                   

Do you see the kiln...



   

                   

behind me to the left

of the factory?



   

                   

Yes? I can't hear you.



   

                   

-Yes.

-Yes.



   

                   

Do you see...



   

                   

the two louvers?



   

                   

-Yes.

-Do you see the one...



   

                   

with a broken slat?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

This is what

I want you to do.



   

                   

-Are you ready?

-Yes.



   

                   

Three... two... one...



   

                   

Hello, Sacha.



   

                   

He was right

where you said he'd be.



   

                   

Nearly there.



   

                   

He's very clever.



   

                   

Tell me about him.



   

                   

Why was it his grandfather taught him

how to shoot and not his father?



   

                   

His father's dead.

His mother too.



   

                   

Does he talk

about his father?



   

                   

No. He didn't know him.



   

                   

Did he go to school?



   

                   

He knows how to write.

He answers lots of letters.



   

                   

Hmm. Is it girls

who write to him?



   

                   

Everyone writes to him.



   

                   

Is there a girl

he loves in his village?



   

                   

-Not in his village, here.

-Does she love him?



   

                   

Yes, because he's handsome.



   

                   

Because he's brave

and she's very beautiful.



   

                   

I know her well.

She's from my neighbour hood.



   

                   

She went to the university.

They're handsome together.



   

                   

Later, the two of them

will get married.



   

                   

At least, I think so.



   

                   

And you, Sacha,



   

                   

why are you helping

the Germans?



   

                   

Because they're stronger.

Because they're going to win the war.



   

                   

And because you like

chocolate, huh?



   

                   

All these people here

know they're gonna die.



   

                   

So each night

when they make it back,



   

                   

-it's a bonus.



   

                   

-Excuse me.



   

                   

So, every cup of tea,



   

                   

every cigarette...



   

                   

becomes a little celebration.



   

                   

Because for a lot of us,

it maybe our last night.



   

                   

It's just something

you have to accept here.



   

                   

Everyone has their time.



   

                   

In the forest,

the wolf lives for three years,



   

                   

the donkey for nine.



   

                   

So, that's-that's got to be

a proverb from the Urals.



   

                   

It makes no sense to me

whatsoever.



   

                   

The donkey lives longer

because he's more useful.



   

                   

Makes absolute sense.



   

                   

There aren't any donkeys

in the forest.



   

                   

You made it up.



   

                   

So... I'm a donkey?



   

                   

People like you

and Danilov...



   

                   

have to survive this.



   

                   

People who have read books,

had an education.



   

                   

We'll need you

when the war is over.



   

                   

And if you survive?



   

                   

What will the useless

Vassili Zaitsev do then?



   

                   

I wanna work in a factory.



   

                   

My granddad took me

to a factory once.



   

                   

There was this man there,

high up on a-



   

                   

on a foot walk.



   

                   

He wasn't wearing blue

like the others.



   

                   

The people he was supervising

didn't understand what they were doing.



   

                   

But for him,

for him up there,



   

                   

it was simple;

it was clear.



   

                   

And I thought, "One day,

I could be that man."



   

                   

Sad to have a dream

you know won't happen.



   

                   

Why shouldn't it?



   

                   

You'll outlive us all.



   

                   

Hmm.



   

                   

You'll be the oldest donkey

in the forest.



   

                   

"    meters stand between

the Germans and the Volga.



   

                   

"Today the whole world

is watching these    meters.



   

                   

They are what makes

Stalingrad..."



   

                   

the capitol...



   

                   

of the war.



   

                   

Your friend, Tania...



   

                   

have you see her?



   

                   

She stays over there now,

with the snipers.



   

                   

Tell the major we're sending in

all of our sharpshooters...



   

                   

to support the attack

on the factory.



   

                   

Tell him Vassili

will be there.



   

                   

-I need to talk to you.

-Sure.



   

                   

-I need to talk to you.

-Sure.



   

                   

-Danilov.

-Hmm?



   

                   

You have to

stop writing about me.



   

                   

I'm not gonna get him

because Iím not good enough.



   

                   

Sooner or later, he's gonna find me,

he's gonna kill me.



   

                   

I've warned you before

not to talk like this.



   

                   

This time it's different.



   

                   

You've built me up...



   

                   

and up into someone Iím not.



   

                   

I can't carry that weight anymore.

I wanna fight.



   

                   

I want to fight just

as a regular soldier.



   

                   

I understand.



   

                   

The thing is, you're not a regular

soldier. You're extraordinary.



   

                   

No, Iím what

you've made me.



   

                   

Nothing more.



   

                   

Why are you

telling me this now?



   

                   

Hmm? What's happened?



   

                   

What's changed?



   

                   

Did you speak

to Tania for me?



   

                   

-Yes.

-Well...



   

                   

will she reconsider?



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

She should. She'll be much safer.

She should, you know that.



   

                   

-Yeah.

-It'll be easier to get her reassigned.



   

                   

The Germans are preparing

another offensive in the city center.



   

                   

The propaganda battle is crucial

for morale. We need you more than ever.



   

                   

Sacha. Hold on. Sacha!



   

                   

-Tell him what you know, Sacha.

-Hello, Sacha.



   

                   

There was dust

on the major's boots.



   

                   

Sacha has the major convinced

he's gone over to the other side.



   

                   

I don't need to tell you

the risk she's taking.



   

                   

The dust was yellow. There's only

one place where there's dust like that-



   

                   

in the back of the chemical factory,

a big heap on the tracks.



   

                   

Well done.



   

                   

Sacha...



   

                   

wait for me outside then.



   

                   

-Danilov,

-Hmm?



   

                   

you had no right

to use him.



   

                   

No, no, I didn't use him,

Vassili.



   

                   

He did it of his own accord.



   

                   

You know why?



   

                   

Because he believes in you!



   

                   

Tomorrow morning, we're going

to take back the chemical factory.



   

                   

Sacha's informed the major

you'll be there,



   

                   

so now you know where

you have to wait for him.



   

                   

-In the middle of an assault.

-I'm following orders.



   

                   

I suggest you do the same.



   

                   

Now, Iím aware

of the risks.



   

                   

You'll be fine.



   

                   

Comrade.



   

                   

That's the Germans

up there.



   

                   

And yesterday

was the Russians.



   

                   

We're not very far now.



   

                   

Sacha...



   

                   

you're playing

a very dangerous game.



   

                   

I want you to win.



   

                   

See there?

Keep going along the river.



   

                   

It's safe... for a while.



   

                   

Aah!



   

                   

He's dead.

We found this on his corpse.



   

                   

Your reason for being here

has ceased to exist.



   

                   

Pardon me, Herr General,



   

                   

but I do not believe-



   

                   

There is a plane bound for Berlin

tomorrow evening.



   

                   

You will be on it.



   

                   

Until then, I must ask you

for your dog tags.



   

                   

Imagine how Russian propaganda

would profit from your death.



   

                   

If you fall,

you will fall unknown.



   

                   

You've already had

a near miss.



   

                   

Also please take

this War Merit Cross.



   

                   

It was awarded posthumously...



   

                   

to a lieutenant of the    th

Infantry Division...



   

                   

who fell here during the first days

of the battle.



   

                   

who fell here during the first days

of the battle.



   

                   

He was my son.



   

                   

If the landing is captured,

everything's lost!



   

                   

Come here.



   

                   

What did I tell you?



   

                   

You've been playing

your fiddle too much!



   

                   

If it's confirmed

that he's dead, we're sunk!



   

                   

-Well, youíre sunk.

-It isn't true.



   

                   

It was intercepted

from their staff headquarters.



   

                   

What do they have to do,

dangle his body in front of our men?



   

                   

They're lying.



   

                   

That's good.

Very good.



   

                   

Write it, then.

"Vassili Zaitsev is not dead.



   

                   

"This is what he had

for breakfast this morning.



   

                   

This is a picture of him reading

today's newspaper." You're the poet".



   

                   

-What?



   

                   

You won't give up

the riverbank!



   

                   

I donít care if youíve lost

half your men!



   

                   

Lose the other half,

or lose yourself!



   

                   

Is he back?



   

                   

He should be back soon.



   

                   

The German attack cut the lines.

That's why he's late.



   

                   

Can we go outside?



   

                   

I wrote to my mother

about you.



   

                   

She wanted me to tell you

that once this war was over,



   

                   

if there's anything you needed-

anything at all-



   

                   

our family

will be there for you.



   

                   

You know Iím here for you.



   

                   

They're saying

Vassili is dead.



   

                   

Vassili Zaitsev

will never see his loved ones again.



   

                   

Surrender!

This is your only hope.



   

                   

You're upset.



   

                   

Because Zaitsev is dead?



   

                   

You don't have to hide it.

There's no shame in it.



   

                   

You're a Russian

like he is.



   

                   

Don't listen to them.



   

                   

It's just propaganda.



   

                   

He isn't dead.



   

                   

And do you know why?



   

                   

Because I haven't

killed him yet.



   

                   

I'm going to tell you

a little secret.



   

                   

Only you, because

I know I can trust you.



   

                   

But you must swear to me that

you won't tell another soul.



   

                   

You swear?



   

                   

I found a terrific spot.



   

                   

It's by the exit

from the train station.



   

                   

I'll hide

in the water tower.



   

                   

Tomorrow.

I'll wait for him there.



   

                   

You'll see.

He'll be there.



   

                   

He always is.



   

                   

I also want you to swear that from now

on, you'll stay home where you belong.



   

                   

Do you swear?

Yes?



   

                   

Good.



   

                   

"We know he's alive.

We know he won't fail us.



   

                   

We know because he is a part of us now.

Vassili is eternal."



   

                   

Where have you been?

We've looked everywhere for you.



   

                   

Oh, didn't you hear?

I was dead.



   

                   

At least the noble sniper

Zaitsev...



   

                   

Vassili was dead.



   

                   

The real one.



   

                   

Me...



   

                   

I was asleep,



   

                   

and I missed my chance.



   

                   

Then, I was curled up

in a corner, hiding...



   

                   

from a man

who wants to kill me.



   

                   

I'll talk to Kruschev.



   

                   

He'll send you back

to your old division.



   

                   

-Where's Tania?

-She's at the shelter.



   

                   

I've been to the shelter.



   

                   

I told her you weren't dead.



   

                   

The major said so.

He said the other Germans were lying.



   

                   

He told me you were waiting

for him at the station.



   

                   

Vassili.



   

                   

Vassili.



   

                   

Vassili.



   

                   

My little Sacha.



   

                   

I knew it.



   

                   

-Vassili.

-Tania.



   

                   

I knew you weren't dead.



   

                   

How?



   

                   

Because we only just met.



   

                   

I prayed for the first time

since I was a little girl.



   

                   

When I opened my eyes,

Sacha was standing there...



   

                   

waiting to give me

the good news.



   

                   

I think he loves you

even more than I do.



   

                   

To the proper military authority,



   

                   

I'm calling to the commandant's

attention the recent changes noticed...



   

                   

in the attitude towards fighting

of soldier Vassili Zaitsev.



   

                   

He has attempted on several occasions

to escape his duties,



   

                   

voiced doubts on the chances

of our victory...



   

                   

and made defeatist comments

in public.



   

                   

The inexplicable

duration of his duel...



   

                   

with the Nazi sharpshooter

can only be explained by...



   

                   

his lack of belief

in the communist ideal.



   

                   

Good morning, Sacha.



   

                   

Once again, he knew

exactly where to find me.



   

                   

Don't you think

that's strange?



   

                   

-Apart from me, only you knew.



   

                   

I don't hold it against you,

Sacha.



   

                   

You've done

a very brave thing.



   

                   

You've chosen your camp.

I respect that.



   

                   

But it isn't my camp.



   

                   

We're both soldiers,



   

                   

and we're both enemies,

so I know you understand.



   

                   

I'm annoyed with you, little Sacha, for

not staying home as I made you swear to.



   

                   

I'm annoyed with you for obliging me

to do what Iím going to have to do.



   

                   

I've never seen anyone

frown so much in their sleep.



   

                   

How long have you been

watching me?



   

                   

All night.



   

                   

You've been snoring away

happily for hours.



   

                   

I don't snore.

Do I?



   

                   

Like a pig.



   

                   

I suppose I talk

in my sleep as well.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

There's something

I should tell you.



   

                   

On the train...



   

                   

coming here...



   

                   

we were in the same car.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

I saw you.



   

                   

You were reading,

and you fell asleep.



   

                   

I didn't dare look at you,

you were so beautiful.



   

                   

It was scary.



   

                   

Afterwards, I couldn't stop

thinking about you.



   

                   

It made me smile.



   

                   

And then I thought of all the men

who would get to hold you...



   

                   

who'd make you laugh...



   

                   

how lucky they were.



   

                   

And now Iím the one

lying next to you.



   

                   

And now Iím the one

lying next to you.



   

                   

-Was I snoring?

-Like a pig.



   

                   

-What?



   

                   

-Oh, my God!

-Oh, no.



   

                   

-Oh, my God!

-Tania, no.



   

                   

-Tania, no!

-No, get off me!



   

                   

-Get off me! Get off me!

-It's what he wants!



   

                   

-This is what he wants!

-Get off me!



   

                   

-No, he'll kill you. He'll kill you!

-Let me go!



   

                   

-I'll run after you, and he'll kill me.

-Let me go!



   

                   

-Let me go!

-This is what he wants! I'll get him.



   

                   

-I promise Iíll get him.



   

                   

I'll get his rifle for you.

I promise, Tania.



   

                   

I need you.



   

                   

You have to leave now, Mrs. Filipov.

Stalingrad may fall.



   

                   

The last of the boats are leaving.

The Germans will be here any moment.



   

                   

He's brought you a pass.

You'll be safe on the other side.



   

                   

Gather your things, and we'll help you

carry them to the landing stage.



   

                   

I'm not leaving.

This is my home.



   

                   

This is my Sacha's home.

I can't leave.



   

                   

I have to tell you something,

Mrs. Filipov.



   

                   

Something very difficult

to understand.



   

                   

It's about Sacha.



   

                   

He's gone over to the Germans.

He's betrayed his country.



   

                   

He's with the enemy now.

He won't be coming back.



   

                   

Oh, my God.



   

                   

Oh, my God.



   

                   

He's become a traitor.



   

                   

The poor little thing.



   

                   

What has he done?



   

                   

So, he's going to

stay over there?



   

                   

Yes... he's going to

stay over there.



   

                   

I shouldn't

be saying this, comrade Commissar,



   

                   

but maybe

it's for the best.



   

                   

If the Germans have won,

he'll be safe.



   

                   

I know it's wrong, but perhaps

he has made the right choice.



   

                   

- Oh! Oh, Tania!

- Tania?



   

                   

-Oh, Tania!

-Tania!



   

                   

Oh, my God! Oh!



   

                   

I need a doctor!

A doctor!



   

                   

I have a pass.

I have a pass!



   

                   

You must let her cross.



   

                   

Please!



   

                   

-It's useless. She'll never make it.

-No! No, she will!



   

                   

She's my daughter!

She's my daughter!



   

                   

-I beg of you!

-All right.



   

                   

-Oh, thank you!

-Put this one on the boat.



   

                   

Where is he?



   

                   

Where's the major?



   

                   

A few inches

from your face.



   

                   

I've been such a fool,

Vassili.



   

                   

Man will always be man.



   

                   

There is no new man.



   

                   

We tried so hard to create

a society that was equal,



   

                   

where there'd be nothing

to envy your neighbor.



   

                   

But there's always

something to envy.



   

                   

A smile...



   

                   

a friendship.



   

                   

Something you don't have

and want to appropriate.



   

                   

In this world-

even a Soviet one-



   

                   

there will always

be rich and poor.



   

                   

Rich in gifts...



   

                   

poor in gifts.



   

                   

Rich in love...



   

                   

poor in love.



   

                   

Tania isn't coming back.



   

                   

She's dead, Vassili.



   

                   

She was cut down by shrapnel.

It was quick.



   

                   

I don't think

she even saw it coming.



   

                   

She was on her way

back to you.



   

                   

As soon as she had seen Mrs. Filipov to

the boats, she was coming back for you.



   

                   

She was right.

You're a good man, Vassili.



   

                   

I want to help you,

Vassili.



   

                   

Let me do one last thing.



   

                   

Something useful

for a change.



   

                   

Let me show you

where the major is.



   

                   

Don't do that.

Don't do that!



   

                   

Today, February      

is an ominous day for Hitler...



   

                   

and the endless columns of hundreds

of thousands of German prisoners.



   

                   

It is an unforgettable day

of hope for our motherland.



   

                   

After     days of heroic combat...



   

                   

in the market city

of Stalingrad,



   

                   

and as a result of the valor

and self-sacrifice of our soldiers,



   

                   

the commander

of our glorious Red Army...



   

                   

received

the unconditional surrender...



   

                   

of the German fascist invaders.



   

                   

Sorry. No, young man,

I cannot find...



   

                   

-a matching name in the book.

-Could you check again?



   

                   

-This is the address and her name.

-She is not here.



   

                   

Yes, this is our address,

but we don't have her anymore.



   

                   

-This is the address. She's been here.

-I'm so sorry.



   

                   

-She wrote to me.

-I looked three times. She's not here.



   

                   

Believe me, there is no Tania Chernova.

I can't help you.



   

                   

I'm so sorry.











  

  

  

 
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