01x02 - Episode 2

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Prisoner, on your feet.

We'll feed you, we won't let you die!

-Give it here. Hands up.

Head down.

Up!

Pour it.

-Stop fidgeting, we'll force-feed you everything you need anyway.

-There.
-On your feet!

I'm a bit hungry myself.

Zhenya.

Is your name Zhenya?

I'm here, in the next cell.

My name is Yana.

You're the one who helped me in the infirmary, right?

I just wanted to say thank you.

-I'm Zhenya.
-You're refusing to eat?

You don't care about your own life,
but you decided to save mine.

-Why did they do that to you?

-They wanted to break all the fingers on my hands.
But you stopped them.

So it's nothing serious. It'll heal soon.

-Why did they want that?

-I wrote a letter to my daughter.

And I'm not allowed to do that.

Why do you want to die?

-Because I don't want to live.

-Is there really no meaning left in your life at all?

-No.

-Zhenya, do you know that in the concentration camps

prisoners who lost their sense of purpose in life

died much faster
than those who still had one?

Even those who went through Auschwitz
were able to live happy lives afterward.

I've read a lot of research
on circumstances like that.

A person simply needs a new purpose
if they've lost the old one.

Some part of your consciousness still wants something.

And it strives to survive for that reason.

That's why you saved me.

Something is still holding you here.

Zhenya?

Zhenya, are you there?

-We've been waiting three weeks already. It's driving me crazy!

Eat! Or we'll force-feed you again.

Zhenya, are you there?

Tell me what happened to you.

Fine. Then I'll tell you about myself.

I was pregnant when I got here.

I gave birth to a daughter here. Raised her for two years.

Gave her everything I could give in this place.

And then they took her away.

And they won't let me communicate with her anymore.

But I'll still keep trying.

-I lost my husband and daughter in an accident.

-You were behind the wheel?

-Yes, but it wasn't my fault.

-Then why are you here?

-They tricked the court and blamed everything on me.

-How long is your sentence?
-Fourteen years.

-That deserves revenge.

-Yes, I want them all to die.

-What if I told you I could help you
get out free?

And once you're free, you could
take revenge for your daughter.

Lyuba. And for your husband Ivan.

-How do you know about them?
-I know you gave up too soon.

-Who are you?
-I can help you escape. I know how.

Can I trust you?

-How do we escape?

-I need to be sure
I can trust you.

You have to do what I say.

-All right.

What do I have to do?

-I want to make sure
you'll go to any lengths for revenge.

Only then can I trust you.

-You can trust me.

Yana?

Prisoner, on your feet!

Article and name.

Article 105, Rein Yana Igorevna.

-Out.

-What do you want?

-Give me some food.

-See? And you were playing hard to get like a virgin.

Here, I've been saving this for you.

Don't eat it all at once, suck on it.

In a couple of hours I'll give you more.

Get ready, you're going out.

Come on, come on, get ready.

Or did you like it?

Don't forget your book.

-So what?
Are we going to work or just stand around staring?

Where's your output?
-She can shove that output up her a*s.

-Hey! You miss getting written up?

-Boss, it wasn't me. She said that.

She's just sitting there staring into space,
hasn't made a single stitch all day.

-And us!
-We've gone over the quota, working our asses off.

-Anyway, boss, let us go,
we've met the quota.

-Hand in your work and get out, quietly.

-That's it, girls, lights out.

Sweet dreams.

-Just relax, you hear me? I'm begging you.

-If you don't like it,
just say so and I'll let go.

-You like it, don't you? You like it.

-On the floor, b*tches!

What's going on?
-Celebrating the return.

-That's enough. Get ready.

Look forward.

-She bit me.

Look at that! She barks and she bites.

You gonna bite me too?

Is it even comfortable for you to stand there?

Hot and wild.

Why'd you bite that guy's cheek off?

And why'd you attack the German girl?

Did the punishment cell make things clearer for you?

There, now you're panting.

Aren't you cold standing there?

It's cold.

We'll be quick.

We'll do it in no time.

Though you're from Murmansk.

You're used to the cold. Edge of the earth.

On the other hand,
you were a firefighter on the outside.

You need it hotter.

Drink up. Happy belated birthday.

What? Did you forget?

Wait, it says here — January 19.
That's right, isn't it?

Capricorn, then!

And I...

And I, God forgive me, am a Cancer.

We're compatible!

Listen. Our mutual acquaintance
got her fingers messed up.

Because she's an idiot, she stuck her neck out.
Why write letters like that?

Anyway. Long story short.

She told me you know how to sew too.
She needs an assistant right now, sort of.

So, I'm offering you a job.
You'll get privileges and all that.

Later, maybe you'll get parole.

How many years did the justice system give you?
Eight?

No? Ten, maybe?

No, how many then?

Mother of God! Fourteen!

Well, okay, it's fine.

It's fine.

We'll be friends.

If you don't bite, of course.

You won't?

My girlfriend. You like her?

That's it.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Come on, drink, drink, what are you standing there for?

Drink.

Get undressed.

That's all. And you were scared.

Not more painful than getting your ears pierced, right?

Come here.

Come on, come on.

Can't you?

But you can sit for 14 years?

Cuddled up with the German girl.

We'll just lie here. Just lie here, that's all.

I just sleep better this way, you know?

I won't touch you, I promise.

Come here.

Come on, come on.

There. Lie with your back to me.

Come on, come on, like that.

We'll spoon.

Very good.

You smell like soap.

Do you know how to sing?

I just like it when people sing.

-"Hello, my beloved daughter Vera.

This letter is from your mother.

I hope you still remember me,
because I think about you all the time.

You've already started second grade
and can now read my letter yourself.

They won't let us meet
and forbid us from communicating.

But I promise you
that we will definitely meet

and never be parted again.

Hide this letter.
I'll write you another one soon.

I love you very much and miss you. Your mother Yana."

I want to report a m*rder.

Anton Nikolaevich Tsapkov
and Vladimir Nikolaevich Tsapkov have been k*lled.

Address: Novorizhskoye Highway,
Izumrudny settlement, plot 43.

Remain calm.

Is the k*ller still in the house?
-Yes.

-Can you leave the house

and find a safe place
until the officers arrive?

-I'll stay in the house.

-A unit is already on its way to you.

Will you be able to identify the k*ller?

-I k*lled them.

-It's not good to take what's not yours.

I didn't believe it right away either. What a woman!

You should have seen her when she first arrived.
What a sight! A swan princess.

She's been here nine years already.

Raised a kid. Been through so much.

But she still has spirit.

And me? I put up with it.

She sews, the b*tch, like she's from Paris.

So, did you like it with me?

Why are you batting those cow eyes of yours?
We had a great f*ck, right?

We f*cked all night,
didn't even sleep. You just forgot.

There, good girl, you remembered.

Tell everyone — the inmates, the guards —
that I f*cked you properly here.

Got it?

Good girl. Now get lost.

-Plotnikova, you're going there today.
Come on, come on.

Make way!

Go on, go on, what.

Take your assistant, dear.

-Hello, Zhenya.

Come in.

We'll be working together here now.

I have tea, want some?

-You promised. I passed the test.

-Well, to get out of here,

you need a little more courage
than just lying next to the colony warden.

Have a seat.

Take it.

Want a candy?

Do you really want revenge
that badly?

I'll show you. Let's go.

Don't be scared, come on.

Open it.

See the wires? Pull them.

That's your way out.

Where are you going?

Patience.

Change clothes.

This room borders
the fence around the zone.

I dug a tunnel along the water main.

Four years spent on 27 meters.

The ground is hard here,
you have to dig almost the whole time.

Keep in mind, there are old pipes, don't break them,
or everything will flood with water.

There's no air to breathe here,
you have to crawl out all the time.

I dug here two hours a day max
when they weren't around.

And now that one covers for the other,
we'll dig 40 meters.

That will be enough.

Zhen?

Zhen?

What's wrong with you?

Quiet. Quiet, you! Ow!

Your hand, careful.

-First squad, to the barracks!

-How did you last nine years here?

-With the hope that I'd return to my daughter.

-I'm not ready to dig this hole for two years.

-Where are you rushing to?

-To k*ll them all.

-No, first I have to teach you everything.

-Teach me what?

-You think you just escape, k*ll — that simple?

-That simple.

-And how many people have you already k*lled?

So keep in mind, it's harder
than just biting cheeks.

-How do you know that?
-Here, for a pack of cigarettes

you can dig up more on a person
than on the internet.

Your enemies aren't those kids
who set everything up on the road.

It's their parents who arranged
everything that happened after.

Bon appétit, sisters.

You're nobody.

You're a little person in a Skoda Fabia
with a one-bedroom in a residential district.

And they own everything.

You have to reach them.

-How?
-Since you ended up here,

your only task
is to get out smarter than you were.

-Second squad, to the barracks!

-Where are we going?
-You'll see.

Manya, we need to talk to you.

And we brought gifts.

My friend wants to learn from you.

She's never hit anyone. Will you help?

-She looks so much like my husband's mistress.

Those f*cking cheekbones!

-Ow!

-On Wednesday they'll bring a carcass.
I'll show you clearly where to hit and where to cut.

-Thanks, Manya.

-Hello.

Is that everything?

-Hi.

-Boss!

I got lost. Can you show me the way?

-Look what she did.
-Idiot. You'll get written up for that.

-And I'll walk around like this.

-Listen, just let me make a call.

Last time.
A package is coming for me, I'll give you everything.

-I don't do credit.
Go to sleep. He'll come to you in your dreams.

What are we waiting for?

-That's it, lights out, girls.

Yana! Yana!

Never sneak up on me like that.

And please don't touch the tag.

Why won't they
let you see your daughter?

-They say I'm a bad mother.

-Who says that?

-Sleep.

-Like this, like this.

-Hello, Nadezhda Igorevna.
I didn't think you'd be here now...

-Has she learned to talk yet?

-Well, a couple of words.

She's only one and a half.
They said that's normal for now.

-It's good that she hasn't started talking yet.

You know why kids cry at night
when their mom leaves?

Because they have no sense of time.

They think that if mommy leaves,
she's leaving forever.

Yes, my sweet one? There.

And this one doesn't even cry. Right? Wave.

Maybe she doesn't need you at all.
-Give me Vera.

-Give me Vera!
-Get out of here!

-Calm down!
-Ow! That hurts!

-You held her, now give her back!

-Where is she? Where's my daughter? Vera!
-Calm down.

-Vera! Vera!
-Quiet!

-Vera!

-Sleep, Princess, the sleep of the dead.

-Hey? Finish up, you've washed enough.
You're not going to get any cleaner.

What are you, a chicken?

-They brought new ones yesterday.

-Yeah, I already heard
how the German girl's coyotes were dividing them up.

-See that dark-haired one over there?
-Yeah.

-Keep an eye on who she is.
-Looks like a Gypsy.

A pickpocket.

I'm not big on those.
They smile to your face, but...

-Got it.

Shall we go say hello?

Salam alaikum.
-Salam.

-What did she say?

-Drugs. She had to
feed the kids somehow.

-So not a thief.
-And not a Gypsy.

-How do you know Arabic?
-I'll tell you later.

See that little old lady over there? Who is she?

-Some story with an apartment.
They tricked her and stuck her in here.

Look at her — barely alive.

-Help the old lady.
-Why?

-You should help the elderly,
weren't you taught that?

-Come on, grandma, let me.

Get lost.

-I just wanted to help wring out the sweater.
-Shh! Help yourself.

Playing the rat?

That's my thing.

Oh, what's wrong?

Give me your hand, give it. Give me your hand.

Oh, how? How did that happen? Give me your hand.

-Stop growling. So you cut yourself, big deal.
Didn't hit anything vital.

-Why did you do that?
-I'm teaching you how to read people.

And how are things with the bosses?

-Good.

-Hi, Swan Princess.

I thought, you can't be so greedy,
you have to share somehow.

Right? I need an assistant too.

Here, treat yourself.

Our turn will come to cut you into straps too.

-You're shaking all over. You can't show that.

-I don't know why.

-You weren't afraid of her before
because you had nothing to lose.

And now you have something to lose.

-Manya taught me how to hit,
but I'm still scared.

-Most problems are solved
not with force, but with cunning.

Find her weak spot.

-You b*tch, don't you dare joke like that!
You were told not to take what's not yours!

-I just wanted...

-You pushed it!

You were told not to interfere.

What do you even need here?

-Want me to tell you a fairy tale?

-I love fairy tales.

In a certain kingdom there lived a girl

more beautiful than any other
in the whole wide world.

Many came to woo her,
but the girl remained cold.

Until one day there appeared
in that land an Eastern prince.

He threw gold and silks at the girl's feet.

But what struck the girl most

was the name he called her by.

The prince won her heart
and took her to his castle.

But as soon as she found herself in the castle,

she immediately saw hundreds of other women there.

And the prince called every one of them by her name.

And they were all his wives.

The beauty didn't like that.

She took a sharp dagger

and cut out the prince's heart.

And since then she walks the world

and calls herself by an evil name.

And when she hears her real name,
she cuts those who speak it.

-What nonsense. Better tell about the king
who f*cked everyone ***.

-What kind of fairy tale is that?
-Once upon a time there was a king.

He f*cked everyone ***.

That's the whole fairy tale.

Better let's sleep, okay?

-Sleep, sleep.

-We wash the chimney sweep clean.

-Girls! I'm in the mood to be alone.

That's enough, hens, get out.

And you, dear, stay.
We have unfinished business between us.

I don't know how it happened —
we started on the wrong note.

Let's be friends, huh?

You have to be friends here.

Take care of each other.

-Was it hard living with an Azerbaijani?

Six years soul to soul. Only he didn't just
love you, but other women too, right?

-You don't know sh*t.

-You paint yourself as pure blood,
but you lived six years with Rashid Babaev.

-Shut up.

-I'll shut up.

And between us everything is settled.

If you don't want everyone to find out.

-Count to ten, as we agreed.
-Fine.

One...

-Look at this.

Here's a dress, the fabric. Thick, like leather.

And this crap I'm not wearing.

-There's this one too.
-Are you kidding me?

Buy normal fabric.
-That's not up to me.

-Kolya, what is this,
can't you buy normal fabric?

Found it, found it!

-What are you, idiots?
-We've scoured all of Khabarovsk, there isn't any.

There's white, but that's not it.

-When are you going to sew my pants?

-I need to take the measurements again.

-One, two, three...
-Nothing's changed there.

-Four, five...

Six, seven...

-Ugh, you smell like dirt.

What kind of woman are you anyway?

Your hands are dirty. Your hair is like tow.

I believe a woman, no matter where she is,
should remain a woman.

-There's Narnia!
-Now you're it!

-There, no more tow.

Go ahead and die here then.
They'll do anything just to avoid working.

All right, that's it, let's go.

Kolya, let's go.
-I want to say something.

Mom, I want to say something!

-What?
-Mom, there's Narnia!

-***. You should read Russian fairy tales.

Does she have tuberculosis or something?

-She's healthy, her card is clean.
-"Clean card"!

-And you, don't cough.

-Let's breathe now.

Sorry, I didn't know
they'd take so long.

Next time we have to be more careful.
Here.

-The next time will only be
when we install a fan inside.

We still need to dig about 15 meters.

And right now only about one cubic meter
of fresh air gets in per day.

-How did you calculate that?

-Fire safety inspection. Did you forget?

-Rein!
-Here.

-Sokolova!

-I'll take hers.

-Kosareva!
-I'm here!

-They said Sokolova?
-They said, they said, here.

-Thanks!

-For you.

I'll teach you.

-Who sends you all this?

-The fool. Still waiting for him.

Wait.

-Hi.
-For three days?

-As we agreed.

-Let's go.

Hide it. I took it for three days,
you'll be making calls.

-Where?
-Anywhere.

Lonely abandoned ones aren't just among us.
You know how many of them are on the outside.

You just need to find your own.

A beautiful stranger, you understand?
-I don't understand.

-You call, listen to the voice.

If you like it, you say you dialed the wrong number.
And then one word leads to another.

-I can't do that.
-You can do everything. Put it away.

I knew it. Idiot!

Break it up!

Girls!

What's wrong with you? Idiot!

-He wrote... He wrote...

He wrote that he won't come to visit anymore
and won't wait for me!

-Well, that's on you then.
Look at her — pretty, young!

-I swallowed bleach, now it hurts!
-It'll hurt for a bit and stop. You threw up, right?

-I'm pregnant! What about the baby?

-Break it up! What happened?

-Our Olka's got trouble, her man dumped her.
We're saving her.

-Back to the barracks, quickly.

Come on, come on.

-Come on, stop whining.

We'll get your little one out.

Stop whining, I said.

All men are a b*tch's brood, got it?

Stop whining.
-What? Now we're on her too?

-There's room enough for everyone in the little house.

I'll take her to the infirmary.

-Come on, come on!

You're an interesting woman, Katya.

A woman of honest fate.

You have no idea how much.

You sound tired.

-I have a lot of work,
and these last few days I've been exhausted.

-Are you still in Murmansk?

-Yes, I'm still here.

-And how do you like Murmansk?

You've never said.

-I was born here and I'm used to it.

-The edge of the world.

-How much time do we have?
-Five minutes.

-Now look.

How did you celebrate the New Year
with your friend?

Quietly, calmly. There wasn't much time.

-You're getting very tired.
Maybe you need help?

-Honestly, I'm literally dropping.

But I don't want to ask for anything.
Just talk to me.

Although, you know, you could help me.

I can't make a transfer here
to a card in Tajikistan.

I need to pay for something,
girly stuff.

-There's my Seryozhka. He loves me!

And if I run — he'll sh**t me.

- Of course.
- Only you'll have to please me.

So how do I look to you?

-You're a miracle. You're simply a miracle.

When are we finally going to meet?

-Soon, very soon.

We'll definitely see each other soon.

-Beat her face, go on!

-Katyukha, crush her!

-That redhead next to Ninka —



She's rubbing the place where her ring was.

The chubby one in glasses.
Financial fraud, I think.

Only accountants paint their nails like that.

And that one — on the left, the small one.

-You'll never guess.



Break it up! You'll get a reprimand, got it?

Go! Go, I said!

-What did they tell you in the infirmary about the cough?
-Same as always. I'm healthy.

-You've got a bad cough.

We need to somehow get an outside doctor
to look at you.

-Rein, you've got a visit.

Why are you batting your eyes? Let's go.

-Are you still counting on
getting out of here someday?

How old will Vera be then?

Fourteen.

-Do you think she'll recognize you?

-What do you want?

-You can't go free. There's sin on you.

You understand me as a mother.

He was my son.

He lived inside me.

Then he went out into life.
And you decided that wasn't allowed.

How's your health?

No changes? Body doesn't ache?

-What was in that injection?

-Sharp one.

Ten years have passed, your blood has rotted.

It'll show up later at the autopsy
that you had A*DS.

You can't leave here.

You'll struggle for another half year,
and then it's the end for you.

-A*DS, you say?

-Enough, calm down!

Enough!

-b*tch!
-Forward, move!

-Yana!

Yana, what are you doing?

-We have to collapse the tunnel.
-Stop!

-Before it's too late.
-Stop!

Let's get out of here, we're leaving!

It's going to cave in on us!

It's going to cave in on us now!

We need to clean everything out here.

Wash the dirt off ourselves.

Come on, get undressed.

What's wrong with you?

-I don't have any more time.

None at all.

From now on you have to escape on your own.

-Why on my own?

Put it on!

What's going on, who came?

-His mother. She's taking revenge on me.

For k*lling her son.

She comes here

every year

and tells me
how she's raising my daughter.

And she tells Vera that I'm a m*rder*r.

So that she'll hate me.

-I don't understand anything you're saying.

What happened?

-Nine years ago

they gave me an injection at her request.

It had HIV.

Soon the HIV will turn into A*DS.

I hate her.

I hate her!

-Maybe there's nothing? We need to check.
-Don't touch.

I have blood.