All language subtitles for Sparta-S1_E1-Episode 1_en

YEAR 2020

Kryukov,
you want to get out or not?

Cool.

Face the wall.

Keep your papers on hand,
you'll show them at the gate.

Don't come back here.

You have no business being here.

Understood?

PRESENT DAY

They had so much trouble,

as if someone jinxed them.

Whom?

The 11th grade class.

One calamity after another,
tragedy after tragedy.

And it's a wonderful class. It's the best.

At least in this region.

Lyudmila Mikhailovna.

What do you think...

happened?

Do you have any doubts?

Of course, it's suicide.

It's suicide, right?

Yes.

Most likely.

My name is Kryukov...

Igor Andreyevich.

District police captain.

No uniform, sorry.

It's at the dry cleaner's.

Let's get to know each other.

May I?

I'm the guest here.

So, I guess I may.

Let's do the usual. It's easier for me,
too. I'll call out your last name,

-and you respond. Barkovskiy, Mikhail.
-Here!

Thank you.

Belodedova, Natalya.

CRYBABY

Please sit.

Galimov, Marat.

PIERROT

Dovzhenko, Georgi.

ATHLETE

Milkova, Anna.

DOLL

Please sit. Paliy, Alesya.

TOMBOY

Suvorova, Christina.

Thank you.

BITCH

Khudyakov, Ruslan.

CLOWN

Shorina, Irina.

DARK HORSE

Yurov, Maksim.

Yurov, Maksim.

INSOLENT

Sit down,

Yurov.

In this journal, there is also one...

Rusanova, Alina.

It's written here that she left.
When and where to?

She died.

Recently.

Sorry, I don't know your name.

Igor Andreyevich.

ALINA RUSANOVA

Igor Andreyevich.

The thing is,

we are all...

in a state of shock.

LEADER

We can answer your questions,
of course, but...

You haven't been at this school long,
right, Misha?

Yes.

A YEAR AGO

Ladies and gentlemen, 11th graders.

Please close your grown-up mouths
and listen to your old teacher.

Your homeroom teacher
has been delayed for a very sad reason.

Her parents died suddenly in Kostroma,

and she had to deal
with some family issues.

As soon as she resolves them,
she will return, and...

will continue teaching you all.

An exceptional group of idiots,
in my opinion.

Lyudmila Mikhailovna, this will only
take a minute. Please stay seated.

Please, Yuriy Vasilyevich.

Ladies and gentlemen,

allow me to introduce a new student:

Mikhail Barkovskiy.

Please, as soon as possible,

familiarize him with all the goings-on
in this class, and please

be nice to him.

And we will soon accept him
as part of our school family.

Yeah, a threesome.

-What?
-Suvorova, don't interrupt your principal,

and don't throw words around
you don't understand.

I'm pretty much done here.
Once again, congratulations on a new...

school year.

Thank you, Yuriy Vasilyevich.

Dad's being dad.

Well, Misha, go ahead
and pick and empty seat.

Thank you.

-Fresh meat.
-He looks like a nerd.

May I take this chair?

The new guy stole my princess.
Let me go hang myself.

Go, Khudyakov!

The principal's office is the second
on the left.

Don't worry, Lyudmila Mikhailovna.

-Welcome.
-Dovzhenko.

Enough.

Dovzhenko.

PRESENT DAY

Let's return to today.

So, the boys were at the gym for PE.
Was everyone at the gym?

Okay. The girls were here
in the classroom.

Why not at the gym?

We asked to be excused.

We're preparing a performance
for the last bell,

and we don't have enough time, and...

Vladimir Avanesovich excused us.

Where was Anastasia Nikolayevna?

She was here with us.

We're singing a song in English

and she was going to help us.

What happened next?

She suddenly got up and left

without a word.

She just got up and left?

Just got up and left.

Okay.

What happened next. Dovzhenko, Georgi.

What?

You were in the gym, right?

I was.

What happened next?

There...

Everything happened so fast.

Anastasia Nikolayevna
ran inside real fast, and...

-abruptly left.
-Igor Andreyevich,

can't you see that he's upset?
We were all there.

She walked in.

I think she didn't even look at anyone,
and then abruptly

walked out. We didn't understand
what was happening.

We decided to follow her,

go to the staircase.

-She was already at the bottom.
-Why did you follow her?

What was wrong with her?

-Was she crying?
-What, are you questioning us?

No.

I got carried away.

Thank you.

You've been a big help.

You may go.

-Hello, Kryukov.
-Hello, Tosha. How are you?

I caught a bad cold.

Any news?

Oil shares have fallen eight points,
there was a flood in Thailand,

the weather in Moscow is overcast,
and in St. Petersburg,

a young teacher fell out of a window.
That's some of the news.

All right.

Preliminary examination suggests
that the girl wasn't pregnant.

No sign of assault.

The internal organs may be ruptured,
but the cause of death is...

a broken spine. I'll have the rest
after a complete examination.

I'm eternally indebted to you.

Maybe we should have sex.

No, I have the sniffles.

I can't kiss,
I wouldn't be able to breathe.

Otherwise I would.

No wait. I'm married.

I forgot.

Thank you.

How is he, Tosha?

What do you mean?

What do I mean?
It's the exact same situation.

She stepped out of the window.

She even looks like his wife.
I was called to the scene.

-It had to happen in his district, too.
-Syoma.

I have a cold.
Stay away from me, will you?

Listen to me.

If anyone...

Do you hear me?

If even one...

finds out what you just told me...

I won't just fire you....

I will destroy you!

Lyuda.

Lyudmila Mikhailovna.

Lyudmila Mikhailovna.

Go home.

I wanted to fire you.
I felt bad for some reason.

Maybe I should go on sick leave.

You will, when I hurt you.

Get out of here!

Why didn't the sports academy accept me?

I would be doing something meaningful,
hanging out with normal people.

Unlike now, when I feel like a traitor.

I'm not normal?

Lesya, you're my friend.
I'm not talking about you.

I am.

Who am I to you? A normal person?
Your buddy? Is that all?

You're my best friend.

-What happened?
-Nothing.

Are we swimming tomorrow?

No, we're not. Goodbye.

What do you need?

Gosha,

do you remember that I dragged you here?

Because of me,
you were accepted into the team.

You are my student. I introduced you
to professional sports. You owe me.

-I don't owe anyone anything.
-Yes, you do.

You shouldn't forget the teachers
who invested so much in you.

I asked, what do you need?

Tell him.

Tell him that I can be trusted.
I won't say a thing.

I'll be quiet only if you all will, too.

Tell him.

Go to hell.

Don't worry. So, you walked around
a couple of hours, ate some ice cream.

What are you doing?

Last time,

he broke off my heels.

My folks don't care
if I walk around naked.

I wish I had your problems.

Kid, as Tsareva said,
"Don't throw words around

you don't understand."

Shit!

Nastya is dead in a morgue.
I can't stop thinking about it.

I remembered, too.

We need to tell Belodedova
not to fall apart.

She's gonna give us away.

All right,

see you tomorrow.

I left my shoes in the car.

Chris.

What really happened to your teacher?

Her man left her?

-Did she owe money?
-I don't know what happened.

How do you not know?

People don't jump out of windows
for no reason.

-What was she, stupid?
-Maybe she was.

-In the morgue--
-Kiss me!

Dad, don't be angry, please.
We were just delayed at school.

Natasha, what happened?

Mom, I can't see.

I can't see anything.

Honey, please don't cry.
We will think of something.

Nothing to worry about.
We will think of something.

Hang in there, please.

-Bon appetit.
-Thank you.

What?

Your mom doesn't feed you at home?

I live alone.

Who were you arguing with near the school?

When?

Today.

Outside the police line.

An imposing gentleman,

in a black suit.
He wasn't your dad, was he?

No. Someone was asking what happened,

but it wasn't a good time, so...

I may have been rude to him.

He's a friend of our late principal.

Does he have a name?

I don't really know.
I've only seen him a few times.

-Can I ask you a question?
-Shoot.

Have you had a stroke?

-How did you know?
-Well,

I noticed...

your hand is a little...

Is this how you guys do it here?

Straight to your face with no shame?

What are you ashamed of?

You're not an invalid.

You stand on your own two feet.

-You don't drool.
-That's true.

All right.

Leave your therapy sessions...

for your classmates.

How is your friend? Better?

-Which one?
-The tall athlete. He was stammering.

When you say friend...

A YEAR AGO

Funny, right?

Very funny.

Check out that beauty.

-Need help?
-With what?

British scientists have proven that life
without tits exists.

Monsters!

Shorina, I'm sorry.
But you owe us a lecture, right?

How to survive in Russia without tits.

What are you doing?
If you want to fight, go outside.

-I'll go get the principal!
-Stop.

Enough!

Go on.

What are you looking at?

The show is over.

Enjoy your food, everyone.

Do you like all this?

Why don't you resist?

You can't?

Scream. Call for help.

Understand?

Go to hell.

You have a nice figure.

You think you're so cool? Wanted to
embarrass me in front of the whole school?

When you close your adversary's eyes,

you don't just take away his sight,
but also, his fear.

British scientists have proven this.

PRESENT DAY

Basically, you beat him up,
then you became friends.

Some people...

only understand the language of force.

It was a noble thing...

to do for the girl.

She must have fallen for you right away.

Right?

Igor.

Hello.

Where do you live now?

Here.

Listen, Anya.

Did we not break up?

I got a report about a suicide,

-and thought...
-Everything's okay.

Igor, had I known, I would have asked
the investigator not to bother you.

He has a right to involve a district cop.
If we need help, I'll let you know.

The case is pretty clear, I think.

Death was the result of falling
from a height.

I won't be opening a criminal
investigation, if that's why you came.

Igor, I know what you're going through.

What?

Do you think that
just because my wife died,

I'll get hysterical about every
suicide victim? No, you are mistaken.

But if...

the one who drove my wife
to make me a widower

comes and tries to console me,
I will.

The one who what?

A YEAR AGO

Come to me.

-Igor
-What "Igor?" I've waited long enough.

-Wait, the ring.
-What ring?

Are you crazy? What are you doing?
Leave it.

One second.

-Come here. What?
-Yulya. Your wife.

Maybe it's for the best.

PRESENT DAY

Illicit relationships happen,
even among investigators.

It might happen that you meet
your first love,

Anya,

in the office next door,
and you lose your mind.

But then your wife, who jumped out
of a window, finds you....

in this car. Or another?

No, it just looked like the one.

-You are crazy.
-Yes, crazy.

That's what the doctor said, too...
"You're crazy.

People like you should be kicked
out of law enforcement."

And you know what's funny? He was fired.

And the department head position,
which he occupied, became available,

and Anya the lover got promoted
and took over the job.

-It happens.
-Wasn't she the one who took him back

as a district cop when he was
about to be laid off active duty?

Yes, it was.

Only nobody asked her to do that.

How long are you gonna live
in that hut?

Don't you get seasick?

Why are you all so blue?

Huh?

We don't need this gloom right now.

What do we need?

Just to relax.

I suggest we go play Sparta.

-Count me out.
-Why?

What?

Play Sparta?

How can you?

How did you all buy into this?

What's wrong with you?

Are you even alive?

Nastya is lying dead in a morgue.

-And you call it gloom?
-Natasha.

Calm down.

You know it will get easier.

Natasha.

Bark, you want to keep playing?

Haven't you had enough?

Have you?

Let's go, Natasha.

Natasha.

Let's go.

Natasha.

It will be easier there.

You know that.

Let's go.

How much longer are you going
to investigate? It's dragging on.

You called me in the middle of a work day.
What's there to investigate?

Your school hallways
aren't going anywhere.

-Did you rent this apartment to Istomina?
-I did.

-Your last name is Anisimova?
-No, Natalia Oreiro.

Anisimova is an alias.

Very funny.

Syoma, what have you got?

We found a diary. Looks like it's hers,
but it's strange.

What do you mean?

First of all, half of the pages
were torn out.

Second,

people usually hide these things,
but this was sitting out here in the open.

I don't know.

-Send the diary to the lab.
-Of course.

I'll read it later.

What's the matter, Kryukov?

You said you weren't going
to open an investigation.

Oh, hello, Anna Anatolyevna.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

-You want to commit suicide...
-Don't say things like that.

What would you prefer:
jumping from the 6th floor here,

where you'll be certain
to be obliterated?

I mean, your heart will stop from fright
while you're still falling.

Or, the 3rd floor at school,
in front of your astonished students,

where there is no guarantee
that you will break your neck?

In Istomina's case, it was pure chance.

You promised me yesterday
not to get hysterical over every suicide.

Has anything changed?

-Close this case, or I'll close it myself.
-Sorry.

Yes?

We're here. Come.

Hello.

Hi. Where have you come here from?

From the morgue.

There is evidence of eating
on the victim's body:

a broken rib, and an unhealed hematoma.

-How long ago?
-About a month. I can't be more specific.

I don't know, could it be a sports injury?
An accident?

Only if she was into boxing.

Could it be article 110?
Urging someone to commit suicide?

Madam Counselor of Justice,
third class,

I beg your permission
to continue the investigation,

in honor of you
looking beautiful today.

You have two weeks.

As for me being irresistible.

Masha has a concert at her conservatory
today. Nothing to sneeze at.

So, forgive me
for not wearing sneakers.

-I forgive you.
-Thank you.

You have strange taste, Kryukov.
I can't believe you were with that meanie.

Well you're always married.

Syoma!

How's it going?

Well, we're almost done.

Not even a tiny suicide note?

No.

That's a pity.

I remember how Nastya
was boasting about it.

The kids threw her a birthday party,
can you imagine?

They decided to support her that way.

-Wasn't she born in July?
-That's just it, you understand?

They decided that they needed
a celebration

They threw a special party.

Christina Suvorova's parents
allowed them to use their country house.

They put on a show, rehearsed
their numbers in English, had costumes.

Nastya cried tears of joy,
and we were all extremely jealous.

What a nightmare,

Igor Andreyevich.

What a nightmare.

Misha Barkovskiy is not in the photo.

His signature is here, but he is not.

That's true.

He must have taken the photo himself.

He's such a unique boy.

He speaks English
like it's his native language.

He's a brilliant student.

He learns quickly. He's not afraid
of discussions with teachers.

He's a fully formed,
independent individual.

You know,

like a little man.

Such joy...

for a teacher, right?

I'm sure that for Anastasia Nikolayevna,
as his homeroom teacher,

a student like him was a gift.

A YEAR AGO

Valentina Leonidovna,

how many times do I have to tell you?
Close the windows.

It's dangerous.
There are kids running around.

Classes are in session.
No one is running around,

and the windows need to dry.

Hi.

Hi.

You can walk me home, if you like.

-Sorry, I have other plans for today.
-"The less we love her when we woo her..."

"The better we draw a woman in."
I know the rest.

-"The more."
-What?

In Pushkin's poem, it's "The more."

-You don't like me?
-Khudyakov?

-Hello, Anastasia Nikolayevna.
-Hello, Anastasia Nikolayevna.

-Hello. Let's go.
-Hello, Anastasia Nikolayevna.

My name is Misha Barkovskiy.

I'm a new student. Please accept
my condolences. Such a tragedy.

We just wanted to support you in some way.
We can just sit quietly,

or, I don't know, talk.

Sorry, I must be talking nonsense.

Not at all.

Thank you.

Come in.

After you.

PRESENT DAY

One! Two! Three! Four!

One! Two! Three! Four! One! Two!

Three! Four! One! Two! Three! Four!

Switch to an easy jog.

Easy!

God, so many years have passed
and nothing has changed.

I wouldn't say that.
The curriculum is new.

Me, I'm from professional sports.

I used to a trainer, then...

I changed my qualification.

Well, tell me everything.

Yesterday, I already...

The class was in session,

the girls asked to be excused,
the boys were jumping...

over a pommel horse. In comes...

Anastasia Nikolayevna,

-and shouts something.
-Shouts what?

I think she said, "Hello."

Okay, that's unexpected.

Then what happened?

Then she ran out,
I heard a scream,

I went to look,

and there...

Why did she come into the gym?

I don't know.

Why are you afraid of me?

Me? Why? No, I'm not afraid of you.

I just value this position very much.

I understand. I, too, was once...

an investigator, department head.

And now, I'm just a district cop.

We, too, were something once.

How silly.

The faces of those kids...

so interesting.

I asked around.

Turns out, you are a great programmer.

-Among the best hackers in our city.
-That's in the past.

Whatever you say.

You have to agree, it's strange,
that with your abilities,

you stay at this school
where you are paid pennies.

I have a reason.

Had.

Do you miss her?

What are they playing with those faces?

Sparta.

A simulator for the new generation.
Beta version.

-What are the rules?
-No rules.

None.

Do you understand?

Where is Yurov?

He doesn't come to play. I suspect
he doesn't even have a computer at home.

Aren't you afraid...

that they're doing something else there?

No, I'm not.

I could, at any moment, see what's
happening on each of their screens.

Look, then.

It's like reading someone else's letters.

-I don't want to do it.
-But I do.

KHUDYA

MARAT

ANYA

IRA

Subtitle translation by Mariam Ohanjanyan