The Way Back Page #3

Do you have a knife?

For direction he uses grass|and the mosses. What's that?

I swear to God|he better know what he's doing.

You should be grateful|you're here at all.

Grateful is for dogs.

What... what's that?

Woives. It's only wolves.

Only wolves.

South.

To Lake Baikal.

You are the Pakhan.

Am I?

What is a Pakhan?

Boss of Urki.

We are not criminals.

We are escaping from criminals.

I have been watching you.

And I swear to God|you win my respect

with your sticks and pine cones.

I'll come between you and death.

So you want to be my bodyguard?

It's the Urka way.

You have me,|and you have the Wolf.

Janusz, how long|till we get to the lake?

How long?

Three, four weeks.

Maybe more.

I have us here somewhere.

And down here,|the Trans-Siberian Railway,

and the border of Mongolia.

Mongolia seems so far away.

Mongolia? I go more.

To America.

It's like this...|we have food for another week.

We have no more matches.

But still we have|Khabarov's flint.

We need meat.

I can make traps.

We'll be moving too fast|to wait for traps.

We find farms, villages,|get food there.

Look, there's a bounty|on our heads. Remember that.

We steal it. At night.|They never know.

We are not thieves.

Then I'll steal it,|and I'll eat.

You can watch.

What is that?

Barbed wire.

He's making a fish-hook.

That's how we will survive.

With fish?

But I don't eat fish.

Then you'll die.

Come on,

we need to make a fire.

Come on, lots of wood.

It'll be 40 below tonight.

Tomasz?

No, no, not too much,|not too much.

Kazik?

Kazik?

He's still out,|looking for wood.

He has night blindness.

Kazik!

Kazik!

Janusz!

Janusz!

Professor.

I came from the mine|to find you.

I thought I was alone.

I've been walking with you|for some time.

I'll... I'll just sit|for a minute.

Not far to go.

We made it.

We really made it.

Isn't that something?

Lord, take this|innocent soul into thy keeping.

Amen.

A free man died here today.

Still, one less mouth to feed.

What?

They'll find our bones|and your drawings

a hundred years from now

and say "Look, a fine|example of Early Gulag Man."

Shut up with your jokes.

Go and find food|like the others do.

You do the shutting up!

Drawing all day|like you're on holiday.

I'm sick.

I cook. They find food.

What do you ever do?

Nothing.

But I make you all laugh.

No, not anymore, you don't.

So...

who will be first?

What do you mean, first?

The first to die.

I think the artist.

But better if it was him,|the funny man.

Why better if it's Zoran?

More soft.

More... tender.

Mister only catch|little fish now.

We must have meat,|or we die here.

You're the Pakhan,|you've thought of it.

We all have.

That's why you brought|extra people, isn't it?

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