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ALL TO KILL IT IS IMPOSSIBLE 1 2 3	41 APARTMENT. The belief opens a door to Anton, lets in home. Belief (indifferently). What you so late? (Not expecting the answer, goes to a room) Anton. Yes so, walked on streets. It was aired a little. Belief (behind a shot). The letter has come, from Moscow. Anton fades on one foot — has had time to remove only one sandalet. Anton. Well, well? What write? Belief (behind a shot). Write, that have sent our letter to regional Office of Public Prosecutor. Anton throws sandalet in a corner, has a seat on a shoe shelf, beats itself to fists on a knee. Anton. Here swine! Everything, it is not necessary to write anywhere more — it is useless. Belief (behind a shot, an equal voice). And what to us to do? Anton. While anything. Time will tell. Allow to eat better, something I have got tired … Belief (behind a shot). Look itself, there, like, soup remained … 42 SUBURBAN WOOD. Early evening. Summer in a heat. Greens violence. A breeze, dozhdinki. The sun only starts to tend to horizon. Day heat is replaced by good fortune. On the bank of the river burns cosy kosterok. Not far from it round the wooden driven table on benches — campaign of fishermen. Solid uncles lift marching glasses, have a snack sausage, uhoj, shish kebabs. At kosterka fusses, serves grandees Mordovorot. He already fairly tipsy, laughs inattentively, vstrevaet in conversations, mutters to itself. Mordovorot. We as are able … Not shish kebabs — a fairy tale, your mother!. Such ushitsu — podi, try itself sgondobit, a horse-radish that will turn out … From bushes Anton observes of campaign. Near to it on a grass the old black diplomat lays. Apparently, Anton conducts supervision for a long time already — has got tired, has sweated, is angry drives away midges. Pjanka all inflames more strongly. One Fisherman rises, reeling, goes to bushes, is wetted almost on Anton. That, having hidden, screws up the face, waits. The fisherman. Pleasantly on the native mother-nature possat! Drunk svintus regochet, clasps trousers, comes back to a table. An amicable laughter, fun, encouraging shouts. Suddenly behind Anton growl is distributed, he looks back — absolutely nearby there is the impressive sizes a dog and shows on it a teeth. Anton claps by the ground a palm, whisper tries to drive away. Anton. TSyts! TSyts! The dog starts to grumble more loudly. From a fire the voice is audible. 1st fisherman. Sh-sh-sh, any animal there in bushes! Hear? 2nd fisherman. Yes throw you! What there an animal — a dog … Anton silently rests a sight against a dog, drills, hypnotises. The animal grumbles still some time, then ceases, some seconds as steadfastly peer at eyes of the person and, at last, recede, disappear behind bushes. 1st fisherman. To go, look — that there? 2nd fisherman. Yes will suffice you! Suddenly mad — will suffice; for a thigh … 3rd fisherman. Indeed: and so subordinates Mad for eyes call … 1st fisherman. Yes well you!. The feast on a nature bosom approaches to the ending. One behind another fishermen go to base of rest "Tourist" — its high roof looks out because of trees. One of fishermen pulls Mordovorota. The fisherman. Have gone … Have gone, road … With me there konjachok still remained … Mordovorot. SHCHas, shchas, certainly! Konjachok is a thing. Only here a fire it is necessary it is filled in — the heads will abuse. You go, I shchas in a trice will jump up … Mordovorot there is one. Anton takes out from the diplomat tourist toporik, releases it from a cover. Having bent down, steals up to the edge of bushes. Mordovorot costs to it a back, stretches. It is unbuttoned, starts up a stream on a fire. Anton waits. Then pripodymaetsja, starts to creep to Mordovorotu, compressing in the right hand toporik. Mordovorot. Yes well it! Will suffice! It is clasped, suffices an empty bucket, a bag with ware, skewers and an other kitchen economy and hurries on a footpath after the left. Anton, compressing, squeezing the axe handle in hands, steadfastly looks to it following. 43 SUBURBAN WOOD. The same clearing. Again kosterok. Again campaign — already another. On flat berezhok the boat-kazanka, in it — oars is extended half. Mordovorot again cooks, drinks, amuses the company. Anton on the observation post. Looks efficiently at having a rest, feasting people. Chews a sandwich with cheese, washes down with tea from a thermos. Fishermen start to disperse. Anton already at edge of bushes, with toporikam — on call. As if was going to run a distance with somebody naperegonki. It is felt, that today he has decided to make that has conceived by all means. Mordovorot. You go, go, and to me the boat should be driven away. SHCHas I the moment, kosterok will fill in, a boat I will sail away and — I will come running … Mordovorot there is one. Picks up a bucket, goes to small river. Puts a bucket near to a boat. Falls on hunkers, scoops palms water, washes the person, otfyrkivaetsja. Anton with toporikom in an intense hand on tiptoe is stolen to Mordovorotu. That, widely having dissolved hands, shaking drops from them, starts to rise. During this instant Anton, already having crept closely, widely swings the arm the right hand and obushkam an axe gasps the guy in most temechko. And it is instant — second time. In the same place. Mordovorot by inertia it continues to be straightened, in a slowed-up way turns around, lifting the left hand to a cinciput, looks with astonishment directly at Anton and does a step to it. Anton moves back, compressing toporishche both hands. Fingers have turned white. In eyes — confusion. Sandalety slide on a wet grass, Anton does not fall nearly. Mordovorot, having made a step on vzgorok, loses balance, shakes and backwards falls in water. Its feet, barefooted and dirty, remain ashore. Anton, having thrown toporik, looks some seconds, approaches, squats and gets rid with effort of body Mordovorota, as if a heavy log, in the river. It, rocking, floats some time on top, then plunges, disappears in slowly current water. Anton is straightened, there are some more seconds, powerlessly having lowered hands and seeing off sights a corpse. Bethinks, looks back in alarm at a footpath — anybody. It suffices toporik and, having sat down on hunkers, exactly as before Mordovorot and on the same place, starts to wash obushok in small river. Anton with concentration rubs toporik fingers, then suddenly takes out it from water, rises, backhand swings the arm and zashvyrivaet toporik in the river. It, somersaulting, flies to opposite coast and, having sparkled in beams of the full moon, disappears in water. Anton, having felt someone's sight, in alarm sharply turns around. That big dog sticks out of bushes half. The animal steadfastly looks at Anton. Anton nervously rummages underfoot, selects a bough and throws in a dog. Anton. Pshyol! TSyts! Pshyol! The dog, klatsnuv spitefully canines, disappears in night. 44 STREET Sochi. Anton — in a white vest, jeans, sandaletah barefoot goes, pining with a heat, on sidewalk. Comes into cafe, on the market. Looks at the faces of guys. 45 SEA BEACH. Anton, in clothes, wanders between trestle beds and chaise lounges, approaches to beach cafe. One unfamiliar persons. Anton, at last, does not maintain: undresses, runs impatiently in the sea, it rushes, dipped with a head and — floats, floats, floats. 46 RESTAURANT. Evening. Anton — in a light shirt, but in the same jeans and sandaletah sits with people unfamiliar to it at a little table. Drinks dry wine, eats inertly a shish kebab. The restaurant includes the Sonny with two girls. The sonny in an excellent light suit, in a white shirt, a tie, on a finger of the left hand a massive gold ring. Its companions razmalyovany, one in trousers and a vest, the second — in a miniskirt, topike. All three already tipsy. The waiter sees off them to an empty four-seater little table. There there is a champagne in a bucket, cognac, snack, fruit, flowers. The sonny and companions have a seat, at once drink cognac, laugh, light. Anton resolutely rises, goes to their little table, obviously intending to sit down on an empty seat. At the last minute — the Sonny has already thrown up on it eyes — Anton forces itself to pass by, to a rack. Sits down, reserves hundred grammes of vodka. Does not reduce eyes from that little table. The high sports guy joins the Sonny with girls in easy kurtochke and white jeans. They obviously waited for it — kisses, laughter, ritual of a penal portion were delighted, begin. Fun inflames with might and main. Anton comes back for the little table, reserves still a glass dry, coffee. The waiter, discontentedly being bent, accepts its order, leaves. Anton tensely looks at «» kompashku. 47 STREETS of NIGHT Sochi. The sonny and its friends leave restaurant. They go, smoking and having fun, on streets all downwards and downwards — to the sea. In a hand at the second guy the champagne bottle shines. Anton follows them on other party. Come on a beach. All kompashka with noise dumps clothes. Both guys, and maidens remain naked child. Run in the sea, squeal, splash, a laughter, materki. Two very young cops approach To a bathing place — the sergeant and the private soldier. The sergeant. Hey, in the sea! And well — to cease! Who has allowed to break an order? The company already gets out on coast. The naked maiden, that, that was in a miniskirt, reeling hips, leaves on sand and dancing lewd gait comes nearer to boys in the militian form — ploughs up hands, shaking powerful breasts. The maiden. Well, tova-and-arishch the militiaman! Well give, I will embrace you, to a breast of the ardent I will press!. The sergeant (receding) I now here the car to a call! Will know! (Brings to lips a portable radio set) The sonny. All! It is not necessary noise, the sergeant! We evaporate. We already are not present! The sonny, covering smelt as the left hand, right lifts shmutyo the full-chested maiden, shnyrjaet to it. The sonny. Well, the prowaggon, has quickly put on! The maiden with insult draws in lips. All quickly put on, silently go from a beach. Militiamen stand on a place, wait. Suspiciously look at Anton alone sitting on sand at an exit. That after the company is picked up at once, hurries. 48 STREET. The sonny and maids stand on sidewalk, the sports guy on proezzhej parts stops a wheelbarrow. "Zhiguli" brakes. The guy agrees, waves the. All of them take seat in the car, leave. Anton jumps out on road, tries to stop passing foreign car, but it is impossible. Looks with disappointment after leaving "Zhigulis" and "Ford", beats with exasperation a fist of the right hand in a palm of the left. Anton. Chyor-r-rt! Here swine!. The patrol cops who have left from a beach, with suspicion look at it. Anton takes itself in hands, is developed, leaves. 49 RESTAURANT. Evening. Anton again is on duty. And knowingly. There is a Sonny all with the same campaign. On him already other suit — grey, in a strip. The others in yesterday's clothes. Again champagne, cognac flow like water, fun curls. They dance, cheerfully guffaw, throw money to the waiter and an orchestra. Anton gloomy looks from the corner. 50 STREET. The company takes seat at once on an exit from restaurant in a taxi. Anton jumps up to "zhigulyonku", at the wheel which the Driver — mordatyj the guy with short moustaches and a smoothfaced head drowsily sits. Anton. Please, behind that car, and? The driver (gloomy). It will be expensive. Anton. How much will be! Have gone! Has fussy a seat near to the driver. The car sharply darts off, rushes, catches up gradually with a taxi with campaign of the Sonny. The city has come to an end. The driver who become kinder and has become cheerful, becomes more friendly. The driver. What, the little girl have withdrawn? Anton (chilly). Have withdrawn. Do not lag behind them, please. Suddenly "zhigulyonok" twitches, sharply wags, loses speed. The driver presses on brakes, swears. Jumps out from the car, with disappointment kicks a forward right wheel. It is lowered. The taxi with the Sonny and its friends-girl-friends disappears behind turn. Anton (pejoratively driver). E-e-eh! Gets from a wallet sotennuju, throws on sitting, it is developed towards a city and walks on asphalt. Seaside evening, its dizzy beauty absolutely on Anton does not operate. It it is angry paces, looks in space directly before itself. 51 WILD BEACH. Early evening. To the people on a beach not too it is a lot of. Everything, naturally, — in what mother has given birth: both men, and women, both old men, and children. The sea — almost reminds glass. A dead calm. Far-far from coast the exhausted Sonny sunbathes on an inflatable mattress, dozes. In its hand — the started bottle of dry wine. From time to time it it is lazy brings a bottle to lips, raises a head, drinks pair of drinks from a neck. Away from a mattress the swimmer floats in the high sea. Floats well, confidently: from a respiratory tube (the person — in water) disperse foamy burunchiki. The swimmer pripodymaet over water the person in a mask: it is Anton. Has oriented, again lowers the person in water, floats on an arch, coming to a mattress from back. Anton silently swims up from the high sea to the dozing Sonny. primerivaetsja, is accustomed and, quickly having looked around, the sleepy Sonny the right hand for a chin suffices, left — for a nape, sharply turns out his head, overturns the guy in water. Some seconds the Sonny under water flutter, torn upward, but it sups at once strong salty water and nothing can already rescue it. All is terminated. Anton, keeping for a mattress, attentively looks at coast, on a yacht which slides not too far from this place. From a yacht someone looks in its party through the field-glass. Anton in pressure waits some seconds, but the yacht continues to leave in the high sea. Person Anton becomes quiet, but a sight still as all last time, it is slightly mad, inflamed. He some times deeply inhales, regulates breath, pulls a mask on eyes, bites a respiratory tube, immerses the person in water. In the heart of the transparent sea rocks raskorjachennoe a body of the Sonny. Anton floats in the high sea, does the big arch, leaves on coast metres in two hundred from a wild beach where naked, free from obstacles of shame people serenely bask in the sun. At Anton all body white, only the person, a neck and hands to elbows have darkened under the southern sun. 52 CAR WITH RESERVED SEATS. Anton lays on the top shelf, over bed — dressed. People in this train — vigorous, had a rest, cheerful. Anton — got tired, apathetic, gloomy. Anton (behind a shot). What is the calmness not present? After all everything, like, a point has put … That else? Its person becomes gloomier, resolute, obstinate, malicious. It continues, turning on a narrow shelf to think and think. Anton (behind a shot). Well is not present, it is necessary — up to the end … all Is necessary under the root … Now one … 53 APARTMENT. Again that terrible October evening. Again it, Anton, beats and beats, tortures Mordovorot. All mean scenes sketchy flash a terrible kaleidoscope. But suddenly Anton with loathing sees, that the Belief is forced not by the Sonny, and his father — Impressive. It in a jacket, a tie, but without trousers. He fidgets on wife Anton and grunts from pleasure … Anton. What do you do, a foul pig?! You that do?!. 54 The CAR. Anton wakes up from own shout. Over it — the third shelf of the car. Wheels knock. Twilight. Stuffy road night. From the next second shelf the intoxicated Muzhik was developed to it. The muzhik. What, the guy, a harm? Anton. Thin, the muzhik, oh thin! The muzhik. Here lines! And pohmelit there is nothing — all since the evening have remained sitting. Waters though take on a little table, in a bottle. Anton overhangs from a shelf, gets from a little table a plastic large bottle with mineral water, greedy swallows some times. Puts. Anton. Thanks. The muzhik. Yes that. If beer … I would Speak, all have drunk up vcheras. Itself here to burn I begin. Eh, zhis our, intoxicated yes hungover … On the bottom shelf under the Muzhik zavorochalis, the female voice was heard. The woman (behind a shot). Be silent — the sufferer! In sanatorium not nalakalsja! The muzhik. Well, has got a street organ. I will go I will smoke better. Rises, nasharivaet tapki, drinks from a bottle water, leaves. Anton, having turned away to a wall, lays with open eyes. 55 The RIGA MARKET In Moscow. Anton goes, searches. Sellers, in the majority, — hot children of caucasus. Anton approaches to one stall, another, is rumpled, the goods look, but to the shopkeeper and do not address. At last, at one Shopkeeper missing in the filled tinsel to a bench, Anton dares, having lowered a voice to ask. Anton. Hear, road, prompt: "gun" is necessary to me. Speak, here it is possible to buy … The shopkeeper. E-e, ara, zachem such conversations? Pass dalshe, ne meshaj to work. Anton, having sighed, goes to an exit. The shopkeeper. E, ara, and chego tebe trebuetsja? Anton, having started, comes back nearly run, confidentially bends to an ear of the son of caucasus. Anton. And what is? The shopkeeper. Well, esli you want — pistol Makarova one I will find. Only it is expensive. Anton. You know, it would be desirable for me a rifle with an optical sight. That from apart it is possible to get. I, whether know, on a wild boar I wish to hunt … The shopkeeper. Menja ne kasaetsja, on kavo you hunt budesh. Menshe znaesh — luchshe you live. How much you will give for a rifle? Anton. N-N-well … And how much it is necessary? The shopkeeper. Five you will give? Anton. Thousand? The shopkeeper. E-e, ara, zachem the little fool sebja you put? Anton. It agree, agree! Tomorrow during same time I will bring money, well? The shopkeeper. Good. Only consider: each cartridge — desjat rublej. Explosive — tridtsat. 56 PUBLIC TELEPHONE BOOTH. Anton in a stuffy cabin of a long-distance call box shouts in a tube. Anton. Yes, yes, it's OK! Belief, then all I will explain! Belief, then, at home! Urgently left on Glavpochtamt poste restante five thousand … That? How much there? Three and a half? Belief, well borrow from mother one and a half more. It is urgently necessary! Belief, I wait!. 57 CORRIDOR. Continuation of a scene from the first shots of a film. The colonel, the Captain, ordinary militiamen with automatic machines. The colonel. Well, we still had last means … The captain. A companion the colonel! And what if to try to connect its wife? All to it it is explainable, we will instruct … The colonel considers for about a minute, wrinkles a forehead, again removes a peak-cap and wipes an interior a scarf. All wait. The colonel. Well, that … I behind it will go. You remain for the senior. While any steps not to undertake. The colonel, printing a step, leaves. The door obliquely all as is slightly opened on a chain, shine in an eye crack. 58 CORRIDOR. The belief goes to a door of the apartment. Mechanically rummages in a handbag keys. Nearby, supporting it for lokotok, the Colonel paces. The colonel. Now he in a shock, it does not listen to us. All hope of you. Persuade him, form. Only he can obey you. The colonel waves all besieging, gesture orders to depart from a door, to release a corridor. Everything, except the Captain, go to an exit. The captain has nestled to a door crack, was bent. The captain. Do not shoot! Do not shoot! Here your wife! All of us leave a corridor! All to the uniform! Let in the wife! Let in your wife! Behind a door silently. The captain what for on tiptoe — when the Belief has already approached to the door — is stolen on a corridor in the end. The colonel already there. The belief nestles close besides to a place, as one second prior to it the Captain. Belief. Anton! Antosh! It — I. Be not afraid, all of them have left. Open. Open a door. The belief is outwardly quiet, only is mortally pale. Seconds painfully flow. But here sounds of unlocked locks and a bolt are heard. The door is slightly opened on a chain. Person Anton — a disturbing sight. The door is covered, then for a second swings open. Anton suffices Belief for a hand, jerky involves in apartment. Immediately looks out, darts a glance in depth of a corridor, disappears, slams a door, closes on all locks. 59 APARTMENT. A vestibule. Anton costs, looks silently at Belief. In the right hand — a rifle. The pocket left trousers is bulged, delayed — there cartridges. Anton awfully looks: it is a seminormal person. The belief looks, looks at it, throws the arms round a neck, embraces, hugs, groans. Belief. Anton! Anton! That you with yourself have made! At Anton the person is bent, there are tears on eyes, it is softened at once, slamyvaetsja and a falsetto, a whining terrible voice shouts. Anton. It they, they that with us have made — and? V-v-ver-r-ra!. Anton throws a rifle on a box for footwear, convulsively embraces Belief, nestles close to it all body, sobs. Embraces last, last, last, become all neistovee, more hotly. Suddenly Anton, having found Belief lips, starts it to kiss passionately. She tries in the beginning was to be discharged, interrupt, but in an instant starts to answer itself caresses, pristanyvat, to whisper tenderly. Belief. Anton … Anton … Anton and Belief already on a floor, on a mat. Anton, not coming off Belief lips, unbuttons one for another small pugovichki its jackets, cannot cope with a brassiere fastener in any way. At last, it turns out. Anton rises hardly, greedy, is insatiable looks at the wife, lips nestles close to its bared breast. It does not have not enough breath. Anton. Belief! Verochka! Liked mine!. My unique!. It nestles on Belief, greedy hugs her. The belief moves towards. They love each other as if for the first time — violently, hotly, madly, delightfully. At Belief hair were disarranged. Eyes are closed, it swings a head as if in gorjachennom to delirium. Belief. Antosh! About!. Dear mine! I will not give! Like me! Like!. From a shoe shelf directly on Belief and Anton, on their bound bodies, the black pupil of a barrel looks. The rifle as if spies upon sacrament of love, guards, waits. 60 APARTMENT. A room. Anton sits in an armchair. The belief faces to it in a lap, embraces him. Belief. Antosh! The exit is not present — open a door. Open, I beg! Understand, understand: all to kill it is impossible. ALL to KILL it is impossible! You already and so You have revenged … have revenged? How much it is possible? You of the innocent beginnings to kill … Anton (gloomy). All of them are guilty. Belief. Not everything, Antosh, not all! At the militiaman to me have told — the wife and two daughters remained … Anton, well what for you?. Anton (having squeaked teeth). Well as you do not understand: they will destroy me now! They cannot excuse me! Belief. Yes is not present, Anton, no! The chief of militia firmly promised to me, that you will pardon. Will give some years and all. I will move to that city where you will be … on appointments I Will go. Natashku I will necessarily take away from hospital … Antosh, leave to them, I beg you! Anton. Belief, well you think: they have much helped us? Have well protected? Perhaps they have found and have punished our murderers?. And? And now you believe them? Yes for one wild boar of the governor to me — a tower, execution … Belief. Anton, Anton, a lie! After all you are not simple so Anton killed …, he promised to me!. Anton. Good, Beliefs, it is fine … (suddenly strange vshohatyvaet) And you remember — we only just zhenihatsja with you have begun, in the tenth class — remember? — After examination in history in park with you walked, and three arharovtsev have run into me? What I then the weakling was — horror! After all then you have rescued me: so has begun to squeal, that they — in all directions. And then still me also has let down, you remember? Say: and you, appear, to fight be not able!. Very much to me then it became insulting … Though, well, really then I to fight was completely not able … And how much we such — which beat!. (Interrupts itself) Well, good. Here that. Beliefs, go and tell: I will leave to them exactly in ten minutes. Exactly through ten. I wish to stay one. Start up to a door do not approach — I will shoot differently. Let all wait in the end of a corridor. And more: necessarily tell, that have cleaned automatic machines and pistols — then I at a door will leave a rifle. Has understood? Go. Anton vigorously rises from an armchair, lifts, draws to itself Belief, greedy, painfully kisses on the mouth, pushes away from itself Anton. Go! Anton sees off Belief to a door, looks in an eye, unlocks locks. The belief mechanically corrects a hairdress before a mirror. Looks at Anton, in the opinion of they be tears. Anton's eyes are strange empty, cold, bezdonny. It throws off a chain, opens a door, even pushes the wife. Anton. Go, go! All! 61 CORRIDOR. The belief, leaving, has stopped at once at a door, costs, for something waits. The captain and the Colonel direct was to it. The belief gesture shows: it is not necessary, stand! Those stop. The belief slowly departs from a door, goes on a corridor, all time looks back back. Behind, from apartment the deaf sound — a shot reaches. The belief as if falters on an equal place. It is developed (SLOW-MOTION SHOT), catches at a head both hands and in terrible deadly despair shouts. Belief. ne-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-et!!! THE END
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