Once Upon a Time in Ukraine (Безславні кріпаки)

Run!

Just go!

Are you going to talk, or do you want more beating?

Who's your master?

The one who…

…pisses in your pocket.

The one who…

…shits all over you!

Let's go!

She was with him.

Come with me. Move!

Your sweetheart?

Or do you just have fun with her?

I don't know her.

You're lying!

Never seen her before.

So you may as well never see her again.

Who's your master?

I'm counting to two.

One.

- Two! - It's Berislav Soloma.

Do you know him?

He owns the Tovkachi village.

Where's she from?

I think she's our master's servant.

Let's see.

That's a long way you've come.

Quiet!

Deal with him. I'll bring this bitch back.

Yaromir will be happy to punish her with his own hands.

You foul dogs!

God damn you, bastards!

What are you looking at?

We'll soon be free.

Or in heaven.

Or we'll stand for Bogdan Chuba.

He'll come.

- Soon. - No one will come.

This country is lost.

Than die here…

…it's better to flee abroad.

I just need to free my sweetheart.

You'll perish abroad.

Serving foreign masters, not daring to speak.

I have to try again.

How are you feeling, Lord Havrilo?

You know, I can't feel my body.

- It's wonderful. - It's called "opium."

I got it from some merchants. They've been around the world.

They introduced me to this Japanese man.

He's got power.

I'll soon be able to buy a castle, this stuff sells that well.

You know, there's been a rumor lately.

That you paid for the Minister's adviser's murder to remain unsolved.

That may be.

In any case, those who advocate equality present a threat to the system.

All they deserve is death.

But I can't fully agree with your methods.

Should bondmen become free, they'll stop working.

Then they'll go after their ex-masters and pitchfork them.

You may be right, but I believe in education.

Vitold.

He's saying the weather is wonderful today.

Besides, Vitold is a cello virtuoso, he plays Bach brilliantly.

Unlike your bondmen…

…who are only virtuosos of being sick.

What do you mean, Lord Havrilo?

I'm dissatisfied with the reapers you sold me last week.

I want to return them to you.

And I want my money back.

Or else I'll consider this…

…an act of fraudulence.

No one has ever called me a fraud.

I won't have you ruin my reputation.

This is an insult.

I challenge you to a duel.

I refuse.

What I'm saying is true to the fact.

You are…

…a filthy coward

who won't answer for his words.

Now, this is an insult indeed.

We'll duel tomorrow.

I'll send in a servant.

He'll tell you where and when.

Let's do it now!

The duel wasn't planned ahead.

So Vitold shall be the second.

I hope you don't mind.

I don't.

Good.

We'll flip a coin.

What happened here?

What?

I'm asking what happened. Answer me!

I-- I don't know.

Then repeat after me.

He fired his gun.

He fired his gun.

- Louder! - He fired his gun!

Then he started to run.

Then he started to run.

You are… capable indeed.

On second thought…

Could a faithful dog rush forward

to shield his master with his own body?

My name is Bogdan Chuba.

Which means you're free.

Legends are being told about me…

…and my brethren.

I believe you all know who we are…

…and what our goal is.

Let me remind you in case you don't.

We want to bathe the landlords in blood.

We want to give their riches…

…to their true owners, the people.

I can't order you,

but I advise you to join us in our noble mission.

Those of you who refuse,

I'll think of as filthy cowards.

Now let's perform an act of trust. It'll be a good start.

Which one of you…

…wants to have the honor…

…of killing these bastards with my gun?

Or at least…

…shoot their balls off?

You go.

It won't do me any honor.

I have to refuse.

Those bastards don't care about honor.

You'll get it…

…when your whole family is killed.

What a funny face.

Where are you from?

He's with me.

They took us near the border.

Near the border?

I'd better hang myself…

…that rot in a foreign land.

Those who want to go with me, step forward.

I'm Bogdan Chuba, and here's my offer.

Shelter. Food.

And, most importantly…

…freedom.

Say hi to your master from me.

What's your name?

I'm Akayo Nakamura.

Son of Takeshi Nakamura…

…a great samurai warrior,

founder of Otokodjuku combat school.

I'm Taras.

Where are you from, you silver-tongued devil?

I was born in Japan.

My mother is Ukrainian.

She used to be a bondwoman.

She was sold to a rich Japanese who liked exotic women.

Soon, it turned out she was pregnant.

When I was born, the man saw I wasn't his son.

I'm her former Ukrainian lord's son.

A bastard.

I was raised by the best Japanese teacher.

I know four languages and five combative styles.

I think of him as my real father, and I'd die to protect his honor!

I see you're no different from a Ukrainian bondman.

I'm curious.

How come you were among those tramps?

My teacher was killed on a samurai duel. They took his sword.

The killer's name is Yoshi Harimoto.

He sells opium.

He also brings exotic women to Japan.

But my teacher's weapon must be buried with him.

That's why I and my brethren were following Harimoto.

Looking for a chance to steal the sword.

My brethren…

…were killed.

I escaped.

There's only one landlord in these parts…

…who sells women to foreigners.

My sweetheart serves this bastard.

We nearly escaped.

I hear…

…that the bounty hunter took her back.

Look.

Let's sneak…

…into the landlord's house.

We'll find your sword, we'll free my Maria, and…

…then we'll go to Japan together.

Then you have to become a samurai.

You have to learn the art of killing people.

No, thank you.

I'm into other arts.

Like writing and painting.

I want to progress in this area.

I'd like to earn my bread this way.

Then you'd better stay here.

No.

What?

Tell me more about this landlord, Taras-san.

They were trying to escape from your rye fields.

But my people are hawk-eyed.