Come and See

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BYELARUSFILM|MOSFILM

Are you crazy? What the sh*t?

What the hell are you doing?

You playing games?

Who are you playing with?

With whom? You're digging?

You're digging again!

All right, go on digging, bastards!

You goddamn bastards!

So you are hiding?

But you can't hide anymore!

They'll find you even underground.|They'll get you!

Come out! Do as I told you!

Come on, get out!

It's you I'm talking to!

Do this, do that!|Wipe your ass with your fingers!

Ordering me around like|another Flemish idiot!

That's what I used to be,|now I'm a German idiot!

We'll see about this.

You won't obey your uncle,|you'll obey a strong stick!

Get up!

They're hiding,|shitting cans!

The pioneers of hiding!

You're only good for one thing:|milking goats or slopping pigs!

You laughing?|You won't laugh for long.

Enough!|The good times are over.

You'II learn your lesson!

What are you sitting here for?|Go work, or I f*** your mutter!

Byelorussia, 1943

Go on, dig! Without any guns,|they won't let us join.

Nothing around here.

And where have I got mine?|I didn't buy it in a store.

It's not for me you're digging.|I'm ready to go!

Hello? Is this Berlin?

So, you did it? Your pants are full,|right?

What did I tell you?

COME AND SEE:

Screenplay by|A. ADAMOVICH, E. KLIMOV

Directed by|E. KLIMOV

Director of Photography|A. RODIONOV

Production Designer|V. PETROV

Music by O. YANCHENKO|Sound by V. MORS

Starring

A. KRAVCHENKO, O. MIRONOVA|L.LAUTSYAVICHUS, V.BAGDONAS

Yu. LUMISTE, V. LORENTZ|K. RABETSKY, Ye. TILICHEYEV

Music by Mozart|was used in the film

Oh, sonny...

Oh, sonny...

How will you explain it to your|dad when he returns?

He will come back|and find nobody here.

Have pity on yourself.

If you can't have any pity for me,|then have pity for them.

For the love of God...

Have you no heart?

Stop talking like that, mom.|They're all going, I can't stay here.

What are you doing?

Then kill all of us, right now.|Why wait?

Go on, kill them!|Kill all of us!

You're not going anywhere!|You're not going!

Mother!

Hello there.|Or should I say good morning?

Right. Your weapon, where is it?

- Where's your weapon?|- It's right here.

And who are these two?|Twins?

That's right, twins.

Out of the same litter.

The sun's nearly up.

Shall we go?

Not yet.|When they put the cows out.

We want a crowd to watch.

Take these, sonny.|They will make you warm.

With us, he'll stay warm.

Don't you worry,|we'll see that he's alright.

He'll be like in a pioneer camp.

Buttermilk... Take what you like.

Got something stronger?|Milk with a little kick?

If I'd known you wanted to drink...

We never do.|Only on holidays.

And at funerals.

We maintain discipline. Our commander|is a career officer.

Kossatch! That's the man, alright.

You come too close, he'll make you go|away. You go away, he'll get you.

- Remember Bobok?|- What Bobok?

The one who was half deaf.

He wanted to sleep on guard duty.|Kossatch didn't bother to wake him up.

Enough of that!

Woke up or didn't, it doesn't matter.

Makes you laugh, eh?

Women here like to sleep late.|Why are you standing? Sit down!

We don't have time to sit here.|If they catch us, that'll be the end.

One day I was sitting so good|that now I never sit down.

Know what I mean, mother?|A shrapneI, as big as a fist!

You may laugh,|but it was right here.

What's the matter with those cows?

A couple of rounds in the air|would wake them.

Women! Get'em out!

Alright, let's go!

Why are you taking him away?

Get a good breath of air.

Milked or not, get'em out!

Where are you taking him?

He's a good boy,|he hurts nobody!

He's always polite!

Good people! Who could throw|a stone at such a boy?!

- What are you doing?|- Keep your hands off!

Come, say goodbye to your brother.

Here, hold the bird.|And don't move!

Out of the way!

Out of the way!

Look.

It's Yustin, mayor of the village.|Idiot!

I don't understand.

My little Fliora! My son!

My son!

Hello, everybody!

Hello.

Just keep going, lad, keep going.

Why rip it off with the skin?

What are you doing?|I'm still alive!

Nurse, water...

Hello.

Go on, move!

- Hello.|- Hello.

Who is the last one?

Don't sit in the Major's chair!

All of you, shut up!

Close up a little!|And you, look forward!

What's that? You call it your face?|Look at your comrade's face!

Ah, what a suit!|Over here.

You'II lie down right here.

Like that.|Don't take your suit off yet.

Hey, you cow!

WE'D RATHER EAT YOU|THAN LET THE ENEMY GET YOU

Make room for the cow!

Hurry up, Perekhod! We ain't got|all day!

I've got only one sheet of film.|This is the last one, so hold it.

Our father is here!

Quiet down! I'm ready.

Look at this man. He put on|a new suit and he stays still.

Let's make a trade.|I took it from a live guy.

Ah, our Chief. Welcome, Comrade.

Will you give us a picture?

Rise up, our country wide and great,

Rise up for a deadly fight

With fascists daring to invade,

With black hordes of the night.

Let our noble wrath swell on,

Like a big and surging wave.

The people's war is going on,

Our sacred war of faith.

Who is there?

Password.

Password!

- Are you new?|- Yeah.

- Your name?|- Gaishoun. Third squad.

- Why didn't you shoot?|- I recognized you, Comrade Commander.

Whenever a man doesn't stop or say|the password, shoot!

Yes, only...

No excuses.|Extra duty as a punishment.

Thanks.

- Where is he?|- Who? Password!

- Where'd he go?|- Password, I said!

That damned owI again!

Go to sleep. Your watch is up.

...in the immediate proximity|of the enemy...

are fulfilling their duty day and|night...

And today I got two notes,

Very cryptically drawn.

Every line contained just dots,

For me to guess it on my own.

How am I to find|What is on his mind...

Ivan, come here!

I'm going to tell you the truth.|This will be a hard time for us.

Old partisans know only too well|what a siege means.

It means Hitler's "all-out war".

His objective is to exterminate|all of us.

Our duty is to defend to the end|every territory

that the High Command|has put into our hands.

But the situation is complicated,

and it's going to change every|moment.

So we must be vigilant.

You have a weapon in your hands|and a head on your shoulders.

Or, as our Commander says,

to live and never say "What the heck"|is not my way.

I've said it before, I'll say it|again:

A partisan never asks how many|fascists are there?

No. He asks, "Where are the fascists?"

Well, right now, they are here,|on our soiI.

Every one of you|helps decide

how long this war will last.

We won't have any cowards here.

Not one of you is going to be|a coward.

Their main weapon is fear.

They want to make slaves of you,|just bugs, to crush you down.

They're the ones who are going|to be scared of us! No mercy to them!

They don't deserve any.

We'll all be asked one day|what we did here.

Any wounded or sick?|Any who can't march alone?

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

We have to organize a reserve|station in any case.

- No wounded or sick!|- No one playing tricks!

You see, my boots are no good at all.

Swap boots with the new one.|He's staying behind.

All sections, by fours, fall in|and follow me, forward march!

Move it! Move it!

You heard the commander?|Come on, sit down.

Let's go, men!|Don't fall behind!

What's your name?

Fliora.

And your first name?

That's it, Fliora. Florian.|And yours?

Rose. Rose of the kolkhoze!|Ever hear that one?

Tell me, how did you get here?

They deported me to Germany.|But here I am!

They rescued you? Kossatch did?

I want to ask you, Rose, you were|all dressed up over there. Why?

Where was that?

This morning, in front of the men.|I couldn't get it, Rose, really.

My name is Glasha. Glafira.

You understand now, idiot?

- What's wrong?|- And what's wrong with you? Fliora!

Just exactly what are you doing|here?

What, they took pity on the little|one, leaving you here?

Kossatch took pity on you?

Pity?

Yes, pity!

They'll be lucky if I take pity|on them!

He can pity, yes, he can.

Only it makes him cry in his sleep.

Kossatch? Cries in his sleep?

He won't last long.|I'm telling you that.

You're Iying! Filthy liar!

Liar!

Why don't you say something?

Why won't you see me?

I'm right here...

I exist...

Here I am.

You're not living.|You don't hear birds singing.

You're deaf and blind.

Here I am... here...

I want to love.

I want to have children...|Do you hear?

I can do anything for you, anything!

Do you want me to get blown up?

Don't do that.

You idiot! Idiot! Idiot!

I'm carrying 60 ammunition rounds,|a grenade, an automatic rifle.

I'm here to fight,|and you treat me like an imbecile.

Kossatch! I'm not Kossatch!

Are you crazy or what?

What are you doing?

What's got into you?

Fliora, Fliora,|little silly Fliora!

Did I shock you, boy?

Not again!

Don't be angry.

Are you starting again?

What's that?

It must be the beavers howling.|I guess, I broke their dam.

Everybody's howling today.

Look.

That's the one that's always flying.

- Want me to shoot it down?|- Hey, don't! Give it back!

One...

Two, three...

Glasha...

Glasha.

Come on, hurry! Hurry!

Glasha.

Tomorrow, Mom is going to be|reaI happy.

I'll hide all of us.

I know where.

You'll see my funny sisters.

Then we'll find Kossatch's|detachment.

Wait a minute.

Mom!

They're not here. It's alright.|Sit down.

They're gone.

Still warm. That's great.

Eat. Mom made it.

I know where they are. Let's go.

What an idiot!

Let's go!

That's where they all are.

Come on, let's go!

It's right down here. Let's run!

They're here!

They've gone to the island!|They're here!

Glasha!

They're back there, not here!

No, they're not here!|They're dead!

They were all killed!|All of them! Dead!

They're not! They're here!

Glasha!

His family have all been killed!

He's led me into the bogs!

He's deaf!|He's crazy!

He's gone mad! He can't hear!

He's taking me to the bogs!

His whole family have been killed!

Fliora, my dear child!|They killed your mother and sisters!

Didn't I tell you...

Didn't I tell you not to dig...

Dead to the last one...

To the very last one...

Poured gasoline over me...

I burned...

I ran... I caught up with them...

I begged them...

to kill me...

They just laughed...

Didn't I tell you not to dig?

Fliora!

Alright?

Why do you give him a nose?|He got syphilis.

- Yes, and only one arm.|- And no balls.

Yeah, his dong was already ripped off|in the last war.

If you capture him,|what would you do to him?

We once caught a horse thief.

And our men put him bare-ass|on an ant hill!

Even better, his bare ass on a red-hot|skillet that ain't been greased!

Ask the women|what to do with him.

Shall I stick the ears on?

Go ahead, let him hear all|we say about him.

You got very soft hair.

Soft like a baby's hair.

Now he's ready.|Isn't that right?

Cover him with sh*t!

Where am I going to get it,|with everybody going hungry?

- At least rip out his tongue.|- Put warts on him!

I've made five of them already.

- Have you finished, guys?|- That's it. He's ready.

This one's not going to do any more|shouting! Let's go!

Bastard! Son of a whore!

We'll bring it back. Don't worry.

When we come back, it'll be yours.

Why are you making a sick guy|of him? He's pretty strong.

You can go along, if you want.|To hunt, the wolf walks on his paws.

I know where there's a nice little|warehouse. Come on!

Dear sons,|you won't abandon us?

What do you think we are,|degenerates?

What do you want us to bring you?|You orderjust like at the canteen.

- Bread!|- Salt!

- Milk, please!|- Potatoes!

Get us some bread,|that'd be a hell of a good thing.

You never knew it would end up|like this. You couldn't know.

Fliora, look at me.

Go on, tell him that we'll be waiting.

No. It's all my fault.

Big, round and bright.

They can see us a mile away|on a night like this.

Hey, you frog, stop your croaking!

Go on, you runners! You're not|snuggling in a woman's tits tonight.

Carry me, if you're so smart!

Well? Was that your big warehouse|attack?

Oh, my legs!|Why don't you carry my ass?

How could I know they'd be here?

Went for a booty,|came back robbed.

It serves you right, you good-for-|nothings!

You got your mouths watering!|A warehouse!

Why the hell did you drag that psycho|along?

The Germans were right behind us.|They tried to take him away.

If it hadn't been for him,|we wouldn't all be here.

You'd be back in Bobruisk,|in your kerosene shop.

Gleb would be|in his Leningrad swamp.

You know, back home in Slutsk, we had|a guy who made vodka out of soap.

What are you always laughing at?

They asked a guy with a hump:|"How come your back's all round?"

He says:
"That's 'cause my chest|caves in!"

- You're a hopeless optimist.|- He should be cured of that.

As for crying, there's already enough|crying in the world.

So she says, "If I'd known all that,|I'd never have given birth to you. "

Charge it!

This guy ain't going to holler|no more!

Come on, hurry!

Don't tickle me, or my fart|is going to flatten Europe!

The deviI is not so black|as his SS shits.

I'd like to watch that!

Right. Let's go.

If you're so generous,|why don't you drop tobacco!

"Kill the Bolshevik kikes.

Smash a brick in their ugly mugs. "

That's all?

Sent planes to deliverjust that?

Hey, Jews!

Stand up! March on!

Well? Shall we try one more time?

Or like Roubej says, "Stay right on|my heels as trouble won't be far".

Do we go?

Maybe we'll wait till night?

Back there, people are starving,|and we're doing nothing.

Go on! Move! The Germans are|in a hurry! Don't slow'em down!

Damn!

Let's go! Come on!

Where you going?

There you are. We haven't seen|you for a while.

How can we manage without you?

The only reason you fly over us|is to drop your little gifts.

How about a motorcycle|with a side-car?

Haven't ridden in one|for a long time!

Get down!

They get drunk up there,|and we return the empties!

Hold it, dad.|You'll finish it later.

Who is it?.. Who's there?..

- Quiet! Are you in the police?|- And who are you, guys?

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