01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

-You okay?
-No.

-Let's go.

We're going out to your kitten.

Come on, break it up.

Listen, Mom, I've been thinking.

Maybe you could do something about this?
It's been a whole month like a broken pipe.

I get it, you've got a shower at home
and, as they say, scented soap,

and a towel...
-You've already had your drink.

-No, sure, I drank.
But what are we supposed to do if we still want more?

-Enough? Or should I add more?

-It's fine.

I'll add it myself.

Now everything's in order.
-The German girl, what about her, to the utility block?

-Yeah, we'll trade this b*tch for water.

What, you scared or something?

Come on, drink.

Come on, my dear one.

Drink, I said.

You b*tches!

Alright then, women.

Listen to me.

They're beating us.

And we're working ourselves to death. Got it?

You *** have been without water for a month!
You're all covered in filth!

-German girl, don't provoke them,
we all want to get out.

-And you, ***, need that kind of freedom?

-It's because of her they'll put us down.
-Yeah, ***!

-We only live once.
And I didn't order this kind of life.

-Anyway, here's what we'll do.

If you want to live this life like virgins —
fine, no one's asking!

But if you want to take the reins
of this life yourselves,

follow me.

And you'll get water,
and human treatment too!

You just have to claw it out with your teeth!

-I've got teeth!

Only a mad dog doesn't live long.

-Yes!
-Yes, yes!

-You sorted them out pretty well.

You can tell right away who's the sheep
and who just came out for a walk.

Inmates, disperse to the barracks!

Free the colony guards!

In case of disobedience,
suppression measures will be applied!

-Is that even possible?
A riot in a women's colony.

-Listen, give me a couple of hours.

I'll sort everything out.
-You piece of cat sh*t.

A big strong guy — and a bunch of women.

-Comrade Colonel,
the journalists have arrived. Will you speak?

-Prepare for the as*ault.
-How am I supposed to tell the men to beat women?

-Just tell them these aren't women,
they're offenders. k*ll the lights and storm in.

And you go and justify yourself
to those talkers with cameras.

-About face! March to the as*ault!

-Zhenya, if they separate us after the riot,
help my daughter.

-Together. All together. Put it on.
-They opened the doors!

-I've got huge money hidden outside.
Find it.

With that you can get revenge
and take my daughter.

-I repeat, open the doors!

-Cover your head with your hands like this.

-Promise me!

Hey, open up!

We're not taking part in the riot!

We have no weapons!

I'm opening the door!

-On your knees, b*tch! On your knees!

I can still smell you.

You always smell like sex.

-And you smell like cigarettes.

-I'll quit. If you're with me.

Only with me.

-Don't even dream about it.

Which contractors
on the Olympic sites

won't get paid?

-Only those who build poorly
and steal a lot.

-But you promised.
Why do I have to ask again?

-I'll find out which bank
you're leaking this information to.

And I can even find out exactly who.

-Ask me a question — I'll tell you myself who.
-I don't want to.

I want to go to Nevada.

To feel your scent
flying over the Grand Canyon.

-If you don't tell — you won't feel
anything at all anymore.

Hi, Yan.

-I found out about the companies, there are many.

-Wow. Really a lot?

-It's a complete minefield for investments.

Though there are a few
you can actually invest in.

-Got it.
Shall we discuss it tonight?

At seven, as we agreed.

-I can't promise, but I'll try.

Something unexpected came up.

Talk later. Kolya, let's go to the academy.

-To Butikovsky?
-To BUtikovsky, in honor of the Butikov brothers.

And don't shake it, please. Hangover.

Yakov Mikhalych!

I told you I don't like
these sudden meetings.

Yanochka, hi, hi!

I missed you. Where have you been?

-I had things to do.

-Oh, things! What kind of things?

My little fool, what things?

-Yakov Mikhalych,
I don't even have time to miss you.

-What are you saying?

We'll buy a little house in Sardinia, a yacht.
You'll live like a queen.

-I told you, Yakov Mikhalych,
I love freedom.

-There's no such thing as freedom, little fool.

Just complete unfreedom,
especially from yourself.

The concept of freedom
was invented by 20th-century philosophers.

Why are you just sitting there? Take off those jeans,
I'm going to f*ck you. You're so dirty!

-Yakov Mikhalych, I'm not ready right now.
-That's just what you think.

-You promised lunch at Ice-T, and that's it.
-A quick blowjob first, then straight to Ice.

You're the one turning me on
with those jeans of yours.

-You're the one who asked me to wear them.
I said no!

What's unclear?

Natalya Georgievna, good evening, Yana.

I just met with Goldberg.

I did everything so I won't have to see him again.
I can't.

I really hope you'll also make sure
we don't meet again.

Yes.

Yes, thank you.

Sorry I rescheduled a couple of times. Had things to do.

-I can forgive you anything.

Yes. Our clients are here too.

Impressive.

-So I saved your bank
from risky investments?

-You saved me first of all.

I want to return the favor.

You have savings, right?

I can recommend assets to invest in. You'll double in a year.

-Everything's already invested. Except this.

-You're a smart woman, Yana.
-Mhm.

And this I'll invest in crypto.

-And reckless too?
-Mhm.

Goodbye, Anton.
-Wait.

I wanted to spend the evening with you.

-I don't want to. I'm very tired
and didn't sleep all night. Sorry.

-But this is a date.

A real date.

Please.

-Did you really rent out the whole theater?

-Looks like it.

Let's go to the front row.

-No, I won't sit in the front, I'm shy.

When the curtain opens —
all the dancers will be staring at me.

What are we watching?

-"Madame Butterfly."

-She's a geisha, he's a married handsome man,
then she kills herself.

And I'll cry. Message received.

-Actually I wanted "Swan Lake."
It's just that today it's only Giacomo Puccini.

-The stress is on the "a." Giacomo.

He's Italian, not French.

-You're so...
-What do you want from me, Anton?

You can already get anything you want.
For money.

-Nothing.

I just want to make you happy.

-No.
-I want you to smile like that.

You're very beautiful.

You're so beautiful.

-How can I go to them looking like this?

They'll notice.

I probably won't go.

-Can I help you?

Baby, you need to calm down.

You hear me?

Look at me.

Like that.

There we go.

And in five minutes
my wife will come out to the guests.

The most beautiful woman in the world.

The most.

Yan, this mistake...

It will never happen again.
I promise you.

-Mhm.

-Happy birthday, Yanochka!

Living a life is not like crossing a field.

I really want... Boys, quieter.

-Yes, Mommy, sorry.

-I really want you to have children.

I understand you're trying.
But I want to help you.

-Mom, trust me, I can handle it.
-Vovochka, help.

And with God's help everything will work out for you.

The Mother of God works such miracles!
She saves people.

And you are under her protection.

Antoshenka, I really want
you to have a little one.

-We will, Mommy, don't worry.

-Let's do it with God.
-Thank you so much.

We'll try our hardest.

-Thank you, Nadezhda Igorevna.

-Come on, to our health.
To the women's health of our birthday girl.

Oh-oh-oh!

-Stop buzzing!

Oh-oh-oh!

-Just a second, there's a technical glitch.

-And what kind of glitch is this of ours?

What's going on with us?

-My little bird, why are you sulking?

So what if he offended you once.

You know how mine used to offend me?
And I gave as good as I got.

And you should too.

I see everything, everything. No one sees, but I do.

Happy birthday to you!

-He loves you. Loves you more than life.

-Happy birthday, our Yanochka!

Happy birthday to you!

-Darling, make a wish.

Just like you asked.

I put your bitcoins away,
wrote down the access keys.

And I'm hiding them here.

Am I a good boy?

-Why does she need it here?

-What?

At least no one will find your bitcoins there.

We'll keep your most valuable treasures
in it, okay?

-You can mock me all you want.

Crypto is the future.

Anton, not today, please.
-Why not today?

-You smell of alcohol, I don't want to.

-Listen, Yanusik, I don't know
how it keeps happening, but I'm trying.

I'm trying, and nothing works.
-Let's do it tomorrow.

-Yanusik, nothing is working for us,
we need to try together somehow.

How come? Look, such a day today.
We'll definitely make a baby.

-No, I don't want to. I don't want to!
-What don't you want?

Quiet, quiet.

-Anton, it hurts!
-Quiet, you!

Why are you making me angry again, ***?

Please don't.

-Quiet. Quiet-quiet.

Think about the baby.

Baby, hi. I came with Volodya.
-Yanchik, hi.

-Hello, Volodya.
-Bro, pour something.

How are you?

Don't be mad. We just had a little drink with my brother.

I asked his advice
on how best to act, how it should be.

Right, Vovka?

-He really is worried.
-I am worried.

What's this?
-An agreement.

It says here
that I make no claims to anything.

I just want a divorce.

You'll be able to see the child whenever you want.

Please sign it.

-You want to discuss this in front of outsiders?

-I don't want to discuss anything.
I just want a divorce.

-That's all for today, thank you very much.

All the best.
-Goodbye.

Antokha, I think I'll go too.

-No-no, bro, stay, please.
You're not an outsider, you're family.

-Really?
-Yes, of course.

-I'm tired!
I don't want you to hit me anymore!

Let me go!

-Hold this.

You're right, Yanochka.

Baby, sorry, I won't do this.

It can't go on like this.

That's it.

You're free.

-Thank you so much.

-I understand everything, Yanochka.

-Time will pass — we'll talk.
-Yes.

I understand.

-I've packed my suitcase,
I'll just quickly bring it down.

-Stop.

One last time.

-What?

-Come on, one for the road.

-Anton, please.
-What?

-Don't.
-Just once for the road.

You asked for it yourself.

-Anton!

-Antokha!
-Kiss me, Yan, kiss me.

Come on.

-Please, don't.
-You love making me angry.

-Anton!
-Please don't.

-Moan, b*tch! Moan already!
-Antokha!

-Moan! Ah, you like it from behind.

-Anton! Screw her, Antokha!

-Shut your mouth!

Come on, moan. Is this how you want it?

Hold her.
-Don't!

-Antokh, calm down.
-I said, grab her hands!

-Please don't!
-What are you doing, huh?

Come on, you want this.

-A-a-a! b*tch!

-Dunya, I can't take it anymore, it hurts.

Give me more.

-Are you taking them with tea or what?

-You want to sleep, right?
You want to listen to my screams all night?

-Stay here.

This will last the whole night.

For both of us.

-Now we'll live in a new way!

Only through labor lies the path to correction,

and it depends only on you
what that path will be.

We'll double the output.

So you work instead of getting distracted.

No output — we'll cut the rations.

And those who refuse will be fed
on a residual basis.

Want to? Write letters to the human rights council.

-Aglaya, hide the blessed one.

-Want to — to the prosecutor.

But you'll have to live by my law.

-The mute one's completely lost it. See that?

-She's muttering some nonsense all the time.

-The state guys worked her over hard
during the riot.

***! Man or woman —
same thing: boom, boom!

-And love can do that too.

-What love? They hit her on the head.
She was burning the walls half the night.

We hit her in the face — she didn't care.
Until they took away the lighter, she wouldn't calm down.

Maybe she was already crazy.
They say something switches on in them in spring.

-Well, in spring it switches on for all of us.

-Go on, go on.

-When I was giving birth,

I thought it was painful.

But no.

Zhen,

it's hard for me to talk.

Not just to move.

I probably won't get out of here.

You have to do it yourself.

I can't wash myself.

-Together.

-Plotnikova!

What, you're still here?
Two hours till lunch, you've still got a whole floor.

Come on, come on!
-Without me.

-There's a visitor for you first, they came for you.

Go on, little fool.

-Look, Liza made it herself.

They started checking him at the entrance,
poked it with a knife for some reason.

So now it's like this.

Do you even understand what I'm talking about?

Yeah, they say they hit you hard with a baton
during the riot, right?

And it took me a million years to get here.

No train tickets.

Fifteen hours on a bus,
through the snow, hell!

You cold? Aren't you cold here?

And you know what I've got?
-Cold.

-They stripped me almost naked.
But they didn't check the boots.

-Cold.
-I brought it in the boot shaft.

So now I'm kind of an outlaw here.

Just don't let it slip.

Will you be with me?

-I understand.

-And with your permission —
to your health.

Zhen, so long since we saw each other.

Oh, good.

Zhenya, I came on business.

Anyway, almost three years
have passed since the death, well...

Basically, the apartment is standing empty,
something needs to be done.

We wrote to you, you don't reply.

I want what's best.

How much longer do you have to sit? 11 years?

And I'm saying, we'll transfer money,
there'll be packages.

We won't abandon you.

Zhen, you especially need it
now, in your condition.

You'll live like a human being!

-Anyway, girls, if you could see my judge!

So I walk in —
and suddenly there's this real looker!

This looker is sitting there. She looks at me!
I definitely liked her, I tell you!

And she goes: "How do you
assess your deeds?"

I say: "Excuse me, can I
clarify something a bit?

How many fingers do you need for love?"

Anyway, whatever, girls, that's it.

Let's remember Manya.

She was a real woman.

If the cops hadn't
worked her over with the stun g*n...

They never would have taken her down.

Come on.

Have you lost your mind?
-I knew it, I knew it!

-Come on, come on, get in.
-Welcome back!

-Anyway, girls, and that judge, the looker,

gave me eight years. Can you believe it?

Eight, ***!

It's fine, normal. You can live like that.

-Eight?
-Yeah, normal, you can live here.

-I thought we'd get out together.
-It's fine.

-I've got something for you...

-What is it?

-I waited for you so much.

Grandma's.

-And the redhead? What's with the redhead?

-I met our redhead on the transfer,
they sent her to Mordovia.

And me back here to you.
I know they did it on purpose.

They're going to t*rture me here.

Until I die.

-Shh!

-Oh! Who's this handsome one?

Come here, let me hug you.

Girls, today is really
a day of surprises for me.

Hi, bug-eyed one!

-She's completely lost her mind.

-Well, that would be an event if she lost her mind.

Or maybe she missed me?

Mute one!

Are you really a ***?

Or just pretending?

-Leave her alone!
-Quiet, for God's sake, old woman!

Maybe I'm a doctor.

I want to cure her.

-Welcome home, Dulova.

-Hello.

-You can go.

-What's going on?

Damn!

What's this?

m*therf*cker!

-Chilenko, what's here?
-The blessed one broke your toilet!

Everything's leaking, ***!
-Call the technicians.

-Lera, technicians!

-Why are you standing there, idiot? Bring buckets!

-Hi.

And what are we doing here?

Wait, what are we doing here?

Wow!

What a craft!

Really, ***, Mary the Fool the craftswoman?

I'll go show the others then?

So where's our madness?

Fine, if you don't want to talk to me,

you'll talk to Prudolina.

-I'll run away.

-Have you really lost it?
-I've thought of everything.

I'll set the non-residential blocks on fire.
I know how to do it safely.

I found tarpaulin.

It'll protect from the fire.

Come with me?

Leave one person each!

-Put the baton away!

Put it away! I'll sh**t to k*ll!

-May you die, pigs! b*tches!

-Put her out, put her out!

I unerringly noticed any flaw.

Everything that happens here.
How this whole place is built.

As if it was specially designed
to burn.

I don't know what idiot
paints the walls with ship enamel.

Its ignition temperature
is already at 200 degrees.

It burns better than birch bark.

This paint covers everything here. Literally.

And how to light it without burning ourselves?

-Four-five! Six-eight!

-Stop! Can I turn it on? They allowed it. Come on.

And that's it?

No. Go so they
give permission to turn on the top.

Tell them to...

I want her to be like the dawn on stage.

So it shines!

So everything turns on at once.

During the concert there'll be a lot of light.

We just need to overload the line.

It's hard to get to the switchboard, but possible.

Everything there is held together with spit.

If you throw on extra voltage,
there'll be a short circuit.

And a short circuit — not a fact that it'll catch fire.

-If I smear the wires with a special mixture,
it'll catch fire.

-People will die.

One thing is an escape,
but you want to put women down here.

-No one will die.
It'll catch far from the concert, they'll evacuate everyone.

Panic, evacuation. No one will notice us missing.

-Why are you standing? The floors won't wash themselves.

On the day of the concert everyone in the colony
will be gathered in one place.

And you're a saint to walk out blind?

-I learned the colony by heart.

Every turn, every flight of stairs.

But most importantly — the fire crews
will take up specific positions

depending on the location of the fire.

And we'll be the ones localizing it.

How do you know all this?

-I worked as a fire inspector.

-I thought you worked as a teacher
in a kindergarten.

-The concert is in three days.
-I'm in.

-We're running as three. I won't leave without Yana.

-Well, what do you need from me?