Black Lightning (Чёрная Молния / Chernaya Molniya)

MOSCOW 2004

The drilling speed is 2,000 rpm!

10 metres till we hit the geological foundations.

Five! Four!

Three! Two!

The seismic activity is increasing.

I warned you, Victor Aleksandrovich.

This is the geological foundation of the city.

If it splits...

The diamonds will be mine.

Felix, why don't you say something?

In an hour, the city is going to collapse.

Stop the drilling!

Keep on drilling!

The drilling rate is decreasing.

1,800...

1,100...

There's not enough power.

Turn everything you've got up to the maximum.

Increase reactor blocks.

Reactor blocks increased.

Maximum power!

The drill speed is still slowing down.

Five hundred rotations...

Two hundred...

It's stopped!

Victor Aleksandrovich!

Nuclear power is hopeless.

We need the nanocatalyst.

We'll be able to produce a million times more energy.

Its development was started back in Soviet times.

The project was shut down.

THE ENRICHMENT PROCESS REGULAR FUEL

NANOFUEL

But the nanocatalyst is still stored in some forgotten laboratory.

We must find that laboratory.

PRESENT DAY

What the hell is this place?

It is not on the map!

Damn.

Is that a car?

Wow.

I bet we could sell it for around 10 grand.

But how did it get here?

I have no idea...

...but it's going to take a crane to pull it out.

Mikhalych wanted us to report.

...on every single thing we find.

They're looking for something here...

...some institute or something.

Vasya.

- Want to split it, 50-50? - Ah!

BLACK LIGHTNING

Quiet, please!

So...

...an assessment of investment in research and development is based.

...on the correlation of the equivalent...

Whoa, check out the new girl.

Proportions, proportions...

These proportions will require.

...a lot of investment.

Fast food won't do.

Looks like a restaurant deal to me.

Designer lace from Yudashkin.

...and a ticket to a fancy show.

Seven red roses.

Then conversations about intellectual cinema.

While in bed, of course.

I seriously doubt it.

Give me two weeks. I'll prove it.

Hi.

Hi.

That's a sweet ride.

Yeah, it's pretty cool.

Sure would be awesome to take a ride in it.

Yeah, dream on.

No way!

Let's go for a spin.

So, where are we heading?

Doesn't matter.

- I'm welcome anywhere. - Cool.

Hey, slow down!

Hey there!

What's your name?

Nastya.

I'm Maxim. Want a lift?

I doubt you're strong enough to lift me. But yeah, I could use a lift.

I told you.

Oh, I almost forgot.

This is Dmitry.

He's my driver.

Hello, driver.

Hi.

I was just telling Dmitry about Venice.

By the way, have you been to Venice, Nastya?

Mmm-mmm.

- Well, we can go! - Mmm.

I can book the tickets right now.

As I was saying to my driver...

The food was delicious! Thank you.

Dad.

How did you court Mom?

How? I don't know.

- Just like everyone does. - That's not true.

Your father took me on the tram around the city at night.

He'd drive up to the library, sound his horn.

...and flash the headlights three times to call me out.

Yeah, I remember that.

No one had cars back then.

...but we had an entire tram to ourselves!

Well, even now, not everybody has a car.

Name: Nastya Last name: Svetlova.

Nastya Svetlova's page is accessible to friends only.

Starting at 1,196,800 rubles.

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday! Happy birthday!

Happy birthday, honey.

Grow strong and be good.

Happy birthday.

Dance, Dima!

Tanyush!

You're supposed to dance when you get a letter.

I know, but when you get a car you should dance, too!

What car?

Tanyukha, loose lips.

...sink ships.

Don't forget your driver's licence.

You lose something, Dima?

Hold on.

Dad bought him a car!

No way!

Wow, he got a car!

Well? I know it's not new.

But if you fix it up a little, give it a new paint job...

...it'll be as good as new.

Thanks, Dad.

"Thanks," what? Did you know that Putin has the same kind of car?

Will you be able to find your way to school?

Happy birthday, Dima!

Come on! Go for it.

Good morning. Hello.

Hey, Dima.

This is a really cool car.

Huh?

Let's go.

Young man, help an old man get on the bus.

You are like a true Timurovich.

You know, there was this writer named Gaidar.

He wrote a book, Timur and his Team.

They would draw stars on the gates of houses where old people lived.

Can you hurry up, please?

What's going on? The stars...

All the diamonds in the world are there for the taking.

VICTOR KUPTSOV

It's not the hardness of the soil, it's simply how determined you are.

If you're not ready to be the first...

...you'll be the last.

And here's the living proof.

I apologise.

A stranger asked me for help and the bus ended up leaving.

Asked for help.

I have a question.

Who would have done otherwise?

Who would not have helped a stranger.

...in order to get to my lecture on time?

Fine.

Let's change the situation. You have to defend your thesis.

You are late. Then what?

Good.

Let's take it even further.

I will give a million to anyone.

who would not help a stranger.

...in order to be on time for my lecture.

Thank you.

Young man, the voting is now closed. It's over.

I just wanted to ask...

Could I get a million now

...and then not help someone next time?

Sure.

That's my end of the bargain. Now it's your turn.

Thank you.

The lecture is over.

Victor Aleksandrovich!

Please take it back. I was just kidding.

But I wasn't.

The important thing is, you got the point.

You can only count on yourself.

Take it back, please.

You're alone in this world and nobody will help you.

And you don't need to help anyone, either.

Calling an ambulance is free of charge.

Please, take the money back!

Nastya, let's go. He has other things to do now.

Millionaires have their business, and we have ours.

Such a beautiful girl. But she gets into another man's car.

Do you at least have a car?

See? Maybe you should take the money.

Buy yourself a Mercedes.

You can drive your girl around.

Or maybe you're right. After all, I started from nothing, too.