01x07 - Episode 7

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-How are you feeling?
-Great.

-He can type, you know.
-Are you kidding? With one hand or what?

-Alright, I'm ready. What's up?

-Basically, they dumped pig carcasses
on the property.

-What carcasses?

-Dead pigs.

A mountain.

A mountain of pig carcasses dumped
on the property, at the entrance.

-You're kidding.

-Dad tried to ram them with the jeep,
didn't work.

He jumps into the security service car.

Mom is screaming that he's all...

Mom is screaming that he's covered in blood.

He runs off to change, jumps in the car,
and it doesn't have special plates.

If the road used to take 25 minutes,
now with all the traffic he got stuck.

And the cops stopped him too,

because he drove the wrong way
at the Arc de Triomphe.

While they figured out who he was
and where from, more time was wasted.

And there was no pass for that car, damn it.
-No way.

-And he walked — walked! —
and was five minutes late.

-That's it, they turned him away.

-Holy sh*t.

-And in the best case he'll get in
in 2-3 months. If they let him in at all.

-Fresh steam, fresh steam,
guys, gather up!

-I don't like this whole mess.
-Yeah.

-Come on, guys! Fresh steam, with wormwood.

-Let's go, let's go. Come on.
-No, only from over there.

-Come on, you're all lifeless today.
Let's go.

-What are you, a fatso? Let's bet.

We'll see who lasts longer.
-Oh-oh-oh!

-Come on, come on.

-Who's the good one?

I'm the good one.

Bye, Mom.

-Hello, Vera.
-Stop following me.

-My name is Zhenya. I'm a friend.

-I don't need friends.
-Vera, we need to talk.

-I already told you
I don't want to talk to you.

-I know what you're hiding.

-Alright, let's wrap up with this area.

Moving on.

We're finishing the re-craniotomy
of the left frontal, temporal, parietal area.

Doctor, do you need a break?
-We'll remove the recurrence first.

Then we'll rest.

-Colleagues, moving on to removing
the glioblastoma of the left frontal lobe.

-You've been like a robot this past week.
-What happened to you?

Fall in love or something?
-Tighten that thing up.

-Coagulating.
-Uh-huh.

-Guys, help me solve a riddle.

Listen.

Even the simplest kindergarten kid

can become the smartest person in the world
if they do this.

What is "this"?

Not grow glioblastomas in their head.

-And not suffer over every little thing.

-Good thought.

Good one.

-Good afternoon. Just a moment.

Tell me everything about yourself.

Briefly first,
then I'll ask you more details myself.

-Here's twenty thousand.

My clients want to blackmail
one of your regular clients.

They want to get their business back
that he took from them.

We need to meet
so they can film us together.

-Won't your belly button come undone?

-After the meeting I'll give you another twenty.

-Forty thousand to risk
my business?

-My employers are businessmen too.
Name your price.

-Who's the client?
-Makar Marchenko.

-Hmm!

-He's brought me a lot of money
over the last three years.

-My employers are ready to pay.

-If I call him right now and tell him
what you want from me,

and then call downstairs to security and say

not to let you out
until he arrives,

how much would you pay me then?

-And how much do you want for Marchenko?

-He'll figure out I set you up for him.

-He'll choose me himself.
-You're not his type.

-He likes them skinny, like me.

-Only they need to have breasts.

-You'll say I graduated from HSE,
I'm into cryptocurrency, a smart girl,

never been in escorting,
really wants adventure.

Also write that the price will need
to be negotiated at the meeting.

-He always negotiates in advance,
he won't just go like that.

-Write that the price is discussed on the spot,
he'll definitely come.

-Alright.

Then a hundred thousand up front
and a hundred after.

Pasha, why are you taking so long?

Pasha, can you hear me? They found some program
on my phone.

Everything was being transmitted somewhere from it.

-I've been telling you for a long time,
get yourself a button phone.

-Grandpa!
-Oh?

-Walk like through a forest of lions!

-Better you come down to me,
we'll play pirates.

-Let's go to Grandpa.
-Coming!

-Hi, Dad.
-Grandpa, wait!

-Give me your phone, we'll check it too.

-Our video together, the one where you...
What if they post it somewhere.

-Didn't you delete it?
-No, I felt bad.

-Come on, come on.

-Bugs all over the house, how is that even?

-Just like before, and now like this.

-Where's Grandpa?
-Where's my superhero? Where?

Oops!

Who eats Hercules in the morning?

-Just like Grandpa.
-You know how to give a compliment.

-We're not sitting down to lunch, waiting for you,
Pavel Nikolaevich.

Waiting for you, Pavel Nikolaevich!

-No, you start,
and Alexander and I will talk.

Let's go.

-Pasha, maybe we should just leave here?
-I'm not going anywhere.

-Pa, take these, or Maya will scold you
for black socks.

-She's so hung up on those shoe rules.

-Now security on your property
will be permanent.

-Security?

Then let them stay around the perimeter,
so they don't look in the windows.

-Look at the list carefully.

-Everyone there?

Okay, Kostrov Oleg.

Who's that?

Colonel? From the networkers?

-Yes.
-Nah, pass.

Denisova Tamara. What's that even?

Filippov. He's just a kid, come on.

And who's this woman? With the accident?

She's in prison.
-Yes.

-Well, even if she got out,
how would that work?

You're doing a bad job.

Did you look at this list?

-Yes. I'm sure it's the Lipetsk ones.

Let me go there.

-You got a woman in Lipetsk or what?

Go through the whole list again.

In case that b*tch is hiding in there.

-Vera, what you're doing is bad,
you won't save yourself this way.

-What do you want from me?

-I want to tell you about a woman
I met in the women's colony.

She was serving time there for a crime
she didn't commit.

She helped me,
and now I want to help her, that's why I'm here.

-What woman?

-That woman is your mother.

She helped me.

Saved me.

Your mother is a good person.

-She's not a good person.

-She loved you very much,
talked about you every day.

-No, if she loved me,
she wouldn't have done that.

-Vera, your mother was defending herself,
she was saving you.

-Why are you lying to me?

-Your mother is not guilty, Vera.

-You're lying. Why did they put her
in prison then? She's a m*rder*r!

-It's not me lying to you, it's your grandmother.

I'll help you, take you to another country
where she can't reach you.

-No, no, no, you can't,
don't come near me!

-Vera!

Stop, Vera! Don't be afraid, please, stop.

I'll take you, everything will be fine,
don't be afraid, please.

-If she finds out, she'll k*ll me!
-Vera, listen to me.

You'll just leave school tomorrow
or whenever you want.

Get in the car, and we'll fly away,
I'll take care of you.

-She'll track everyone, she'll find you.
-Listen to me, Vera.

Listen to me carefully.

I have power that your grandmother doesn't,
and I'm not afraid of her.

I just need your consent.
-You're wrong not to be afraid of her.

I'll die if you come again.

- Yes.
- Did you solve the riddle?

-Yes.

I'm at work right now, come over, I'll answer.

-Yes, I'll come right now.

It's him!

-Hey, hi!

You're a fighter, huh.

Wanna fight?
-Yeah!

-Let me talk to the parents. Hi!
-Hi.

-Hello.
-Good afternoon.

-Thank you!

Bye-bye.

-Timofey, wave.
-Bye!

Bye!

Hi!
-Even a kindergarten kid

can become the smartest person in the world
if they do this.

What is it?

-Always remember death.

-Yes, always remember death.

It's hard.

-So, am I suitable for the job?
-Possibly.

-What kind of job?
-You'll find out soon.

Were those your patients?

-Ah, that's Vika.

She's been seeing me after the surgery
for a month already.

Good for her, by the way, recovering fast.

-And who did you lose back then? You told me.

-I operated on my own father.

It was supposed to be a planned surgery.

But Dad's condition suddenly worsened.

His surgeon wasn't in Russia.

Anyway, I decided to do it myself.

I was afraid other specialists
wouldn't handle it, afraid to let them in.

-Is it allowed to operate on relatives?
-Legally yes.

Ethically no, it's wrong. But it happens.

-Did he die during the surgery?

-Yes.

I couldn't handle it.

-But you handled it later?

-Yeah, well.

I decided, since it was my fault,
I had to somehow become better.

So since then I've been trying.

With all my strength.

-Can I sleep here at your place?

In your office.

I won't get in the way.

-I have surgery in the morning.
-But not in your office.

I don't want to be alone tonight.

Please.

Come in.

We've only got this kind here.

Okay, I need to do rounds.

There was a blanket somewhere.

Zhenya, why did you give me
exactly this riddle?

-I wanted to know
how sharply you feel death.

-Ah...

Is it even about death?

-In Islam, constant remembrance of death
is considered a virtue.

-And in Christianity —
the highest manifestation of spirituality.

But the memory of death doesn't necessarily mean
choosing pain and suffering.

It's a reminder
that we're alive right now.

And there won't be another life.

-Yes, indeed.

There won't be another life.

-Good night.

You need to go.

-Yes-yes.

It's already morning.

-There's some man downstairs
asking for you very insistently.

-That's...

That's my guy.

He helps me.

-Zhenya...

I don't know who you are
and why Caucasian guys with g*ns are guarding you.

But they seriously alarmed everyone here.

This is a hospital.

We didn't agree on this.

-We're leaving now.

I thought I'd just sleep here
for a little while.

Sorry.

-I can't even call you.

You're hiding something from me.

Sorry, but I don't feel
like this is right.

-I'll call you myself.
We'll definitely meet again.

-Only if you tell me about yourself.

-I can't.

-Then we won't meet.

-As you say.

-You didn't say you'd be here all night.

I don't understand what's going on.

Sorry, I shouldn't talk like that.

I'm afraid everything will fall apart.

-It won't fall apart.

-At Karpachev's celebration you'll be alone.

We won't be able to protect you.

-I know.

-I want to tell you about my mother.

I've already seen this.

In ninety-five. In Grozny.

She prepared for a long time.
Just like you, waiting for her chance.

The k*ller of my father appeared in the square.

She waited until he stepped away from the crowd.

Ran up to him.

Hug him tightly and exploded with him.

She took his life,
and took the burden of blood feud from me.

-I'm sorry.

-w*r and revenge are men's business.

That's the order of things.

-Orders change.

-My little son.

Mommy will wash you now.

Put you to bed.

You'll smell of soap.

Fresh.

She's playing strangely today.

Huh?

You're playing nervously today. What happened?

-My wrist just hurts.

-Uh-huh.

-What is it, Grandma?

-Looking at how you've grown.

You've become like your mother.

Oh, covered in goosebumps! You're my good one.

And now I'll add some hot water.
Let me do it like this.

There, now the water will be nice and warm.

Now my boy will warm up.

Like this, like this.

And your niece is a little liar.

Well, it's fine. God sees everything.

And I will see.

Sit down.

-Well, a good start.

-You can't even imagine
what's coming next.

-Ready to be surprised.
Maybe pour something?

-First let's discuss our business.

-Well, they told me
you're some kind of crypto trader.

What, bitcoin not growing, so into escorting?

-Do you always treat women
so rudely?

-Well, let's say
I don't attach importance to formalities.

-If you've paid, you've paid, right?

-So what, you're basically
a crypto b*tch then.

-Well, let's say
I don't need to work anymore.

-What's your portfolio made of?

The base is Rune and Ether.

-Bold. And stupid.

You'll go broke.

You should buy real coins,
not the hype ones.

-How about I buy you instead today.

You won't have enough of your little coins.

-How much?

-Why did you suddenly choose me?

-You're my type.
-I'm your type, huh?

Yeah, now it's clear.

I don't get it, what kind of joke is this, huh?

No, seriously. Are you a scammer?

Is this some new scheme of yours?

-How much do you cost for a night?

-Ha, clear.

Well, let's say a million dollars.

-Throw me the wallet number.

-And you'll send me crypto for a one?

-Or do you prefer payment after?

-Who are you? Show your face.

-You've already seen enough.
Don't like it — leave.

Or a million, right now.

-Alright, alright. Let's play.

If you really have the money,
we'll continue the conversation.

Hey, where's the water or booze here?

Everything's empty.

-Sit down, please.

-Holy sh*t.

-Shall we negotiate further?

-Did you really send me money?

And what if I don't return it?

-That's just the advance.

-Okay, wait, what do you want from me?

-I want to buy you.

For seven nights.

Seven nights — seven million.

The offer is only valid right now.

-Show your face, in case you're ugly.

-You won't be disappointed.

-Okay, and what am I supposed to do?

-You'll live here.
-And that's it?

-I'll come to spend time with you.

-This is some kind of bullshit.

-The million you received is real.

Deal?
-No, show your face.

-Deal or I'm leaving.

-Send the money.

-We agreed on seven nights, right?
-Yes, yes, agreed.

-The money will arrive soon.

-You're not a guy by any chance, are you?

And your legs are fine.

Now show your face.
-Look carefully.

Does your cheek hurt?

So, shall we discuss the details of the deal?

-Don't come near me!

-Where are you going? A deal is more important than money.

-Open the door!

-To get out, you'll have to pay.

-Go to hell!

b*tch, b*tch, damn it...

Guys, let's make a deal, huh?

Whatever she said,
I'll pay three times more!

Come on, huh? Please. f*ck!

-If you only knew how badly
I want to bite off your other cheek.

-They'll find you.
You won't be able to do anything.

They'll find you by my phone.
There are cameras everywhere!

-You have to stay here for seven days.
You can contact us by radio.

-I can't disappear for seven days, what are you talking about?

They'll find me right away, and then all of you,
got it?

-There are cameras everywhere in the apartments.
That's how we'll watch you.

-What do you want from me?
Come on, I'll give your money back, huh?

-Good idea, give me the phone.

-No, no...

-How much are you willing to pay
to get out of here?

-Well how much do you want, huh?

-Let's play a game.

Name a price, and you'll get out of here.

If the price is too low,
you'll stay here for double the time.

And most importantly, you only get one chance.

-Okay, well let's say I return everything
you sent me.

Plus another million, huh? Will that work?

-Remember how you came to the hospital
to my father and shoved money at him?

-I just wanted everything to be simpler.

-Maybe you underpaid then too.

-Come on, I'll give more, huh?
Tell me how much, just tell me!

-You had one chance.

-What do you want from me, huh?!
How much do you need?!

-Everything you have.

Pay — and you can leave right now.

Hello?

Hello?

Zhenya?

Zhenya, is that you?

Zhenya?

Hello?

-b*tch.

f*ck!

-Grandma?

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread;

and forgive us our debts,
as we also have forgiven our debtors;

and lead us not into temptation...
-Grandma, I'm going.

-...but deliver us from evil.
For Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory...

Marina, I'll stay with him, you rest.

-Yes, okay.

I want to know what she's telling you.

What are you whispering about with her?

What is she planning? Huh?

Don't lie to me, son.

Alright.

Next I'll smash your computer,
then I'll order the nanny to come to you

once a day
to change your sh*t bag.

Please, sonny.

Don't make me.

Yesterday she looked at me
the way she never has before.

That was the look her mother had.

You remember that you're like this because of her?

She's planning something.

Yes?

She wants to run away from us?

I see. Soon?

Is someone helping her?

Do you know who?

Why are you standing up for her
if she wants to abandon us?

God sees everything.

You're a good boy.

Good boy. You did everything right.

-Yes, Nadezhda Igorevna. No.

Yes, the bridge is blocked again. We're going around.

Of course.

Yes, got it.

Grandma asked us to come back.

-But I have to go to school,
I can't skip.

-She said you'll skip today.

-Can I get out? I'll walk myself.

-Vera, you know you can't.

-Grandma, I'm here.

-Vera, come here.

-I...

-So this is how I raised you, is it?
-Please, Grandma...

-So all these conservatories,
prayers, teachers, all for nothing, right?

Your mother is a m*rder*r, and you're selling filth!

-Grandma, I won't do it again...

-And why do you need the money? To run away?
-No, no, no.

-There's my money in the cupboard.
Take it and run!

-No, Grandma, no.

-Ah, you disdain mine, do you?

-Grandma, I don't disdain...
-Then go and take it!

Let them catch you and lock you up
like your mother!

Wanted to abandon your uncle?
-I didn't want to.

-Filthy little thing! Get out, get out!

-Grandma, I never wanted to, never...

Forgive me, please forgive me, forgive me.

Forgive me, I'll never do it again.

Never. Never.

Forgive me, forgive me.

-Alright. We'll start all over again.

-Okay.

-From now on you'll only leave the house
with me.

Every day you'll go to church
and pray.

God won't allow you to become
like your mother.

Well, if you're sincere.

And forget about music.

Tomorrow we'll go to school
and take your documents.

Come back to the family.
You'll take care of your uncle.

-Okay.
-Enough, you've played enough.

It's time to grow up.

-Thank you. Thank you.

-Throw that filth away.