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You said the murderer rapes the victims before killing them.

Does he do it after the murder?

I don't know.

They are searching high and low for the butcher.

They think he's a serial killer.

I see.

Why did they come to you about this?

A fortunate coincidence.

At the crime scene, they found a badge of a marine who'd served in Iraq.

With a number.

The detective believes it belongs to the murderer.

And after resigning from the army its owner worked with the FBI.

Well, the badge could have gotten there by accident.

In a house on the outskirts of Salt Lake City

owned by a lonely woman with a drinking problem?

We are all lonely drinking people bored to death.

For the latter, I'm quite upset with you.

With me?

For being bored?

Well, yes. I think your agency interdicted me.

Did we? What did we ban you from?

Real work.

Tasks that require strength, fearlessness and courage.

You miss the risk, Michael? You want to be a hero?

I really do.

Somewhere far, far away.

Not in Salt Lake City. Preferably, not in the United States.

Give me a few days, Michael.

I'll think of a way to get you that kind of trip.

I would appreciate that very much, sir.

One question, Michael.

Why do you think the murderer is doing this?

In Iraq, we had a Vietnamese chaplain.

Straight from Vietnam.

In 1962, our guys had some fun in one village there.

Then they wiped it out.

For some reason, they left him alive, a five-year-old boy.

Moreover, they somehow took him to the US where he grew up

and became an American army chaplain.

"Do you want me to tell you how it happened?"

And he told us

how soldiers, armed to the teeth, stormed into their village,

captured everyone, tied all men…

Shit…

…women, children…

…then my mother and my sister.

All right! Mount up!

In the end, he said,

"There is nothing as terrifying as a human being

who wants to look into hell again."

But that was in Vietnam and Iraq.

I don't know why it's happening in Salt Lake City.

I'll be waiting for your call, Hunter.

What do you think?

If this is your final decision, we should go to the DA's office

and negotiate drawing up the guaranteeing documents.

It's what I have been subtly implying from the start.

A plea deal is the most secure way.

Is something bothering you, Albert?

Why? You are not a spy, Maria. You are not guilty of anything.

I've been trying to prove it for four months,

and they keep insisting that I'm a Kremlin sex spy.

And worst of all, we don't have a chance.

If it comes to a jury trial, I'll get 15 years in prison

with a nice Latin phrase

"Dura lex sed lex", "The law is hard, but it's the law".

-Maria, but… -I'm in the hole.

In the hole, not even in solitary.

What will happen to me in a week?

I can break down any moment and ask the prison doctors for antidepressants

that I will most probably never get off, do you realize that?

All right.

Considering that we were denied bail

and knowing how much effort and money the prosecution spent

to make it a big media scandal, I agree with Maria.

-We need a plea deal. -Fine.

Which one of the two paragraphs?

Just 371.

I would like you to avoid mentioning Paragraph 951.

I didn't act as an agent of a foreign government.

Besides, I don't want to give anyone a single day of my life.

And under Section 951 of Title 18 I'm facing 10 years of prison.

I agree. The maximum sentence under paragraph 371 is five years,

-we should go with that. -There is one thing.

Title 18 Paragraph 371 is "Conspiracy to commit offense

or to defraud United States".

That is, joint actions of two or more persons committing offense.

Who did you conspire with, Maria? Whose name will you give?

-No one. -No, that will not do.

You have to do it, at least formally.

I will not say any names.

I was conspiring with myself.

Maria Zhukova conspired with Maria Zhukova?

Exactly.

Did you have to waste so much time, Miss Zhukova?

All right, we will exclude Title 18 Section 951 from your case,

acting as an agent of the Russian government

without registration.

That will leave you with just the conspiracy charge.

Up to five years in prison and possibly a fine, that's up to the court.

On behalf of our client, we'd like to express hope that…

We cannot give any promises.

In return, you will sign a confession to conspiracy

and stand up in court with a corresponding statement.

Who draws up the text of the confession?

-We do. -We will continue our meetings.

If you remain truthful,

we are going to give the judge a special document called 5K1.1.

In simple terms, it will mean that we believe you.

The court usually takes that into account at sentencing.

However, if you try to deceive us or to deliberately conceal the truth,

we are entitled to withdraw our offer,

and we will be back at square one.

You will be charged under two articles

with a possible sentence of 15 years of prison,

and you will be judged by a jury of 12.

Can we submit a written request to change the detention regime?

No. It will remain the same.

And any communication is strictly prohibited.

Can I at least exercise?

At night. You will be granted two hours for exercise and shower.

You have the right to refuse

or to take some time to think and discuss our offer with your lawyers.

So that's it.

How do you feel about your first successful case, partner?

We have really crossed a tightrope.

Do you think Strock will be pleased?

Tell me. You came to like that Russian at some point, didn't you?

Why are you so quiet?

I'll answer point by point.

I was walking the tightrope, not you.

But I admit I wouldn't be able to do it without you.

I don't know if Strock is pleased.

You see him more often than I do. And more closely.

So it's me who should be asking whether he is pleased.

I thought I was more discreet.

Don't worry. If not for the loud talk of the translator and the stenographer,

I wouldn't have found out. What was the last question?

About the Russian.

You fell for her, didn't you?

You know what I've been thinking since I moved to Washington?

We all lie too much.

Too much and too often. All of us.

Each one of us has more skeletons than clothes in the closet.

And she is no exception.

I think she outplayed us.

You didn't answer my question.

I don't want to lie to you.

Strock is very pleased.

And he'll give us both a bonus. You could use some money right now.

Sometimes, to get rid of the skeletons, you just need money. Right?

THE STATE DUMA

-She's here. This is her car. Get ready. -Come on! Turn on the camera!

The UK included you into the sanctions list, any comments?

Was it a surprise for you as a private citizen and a Duma deputy?

It's the third sanctions list you've made after the EU, Switzerland and Australia.

-How does it affect your needs? -Miss Zhukova!

How can you explain the fact

that the USA, having deported you recently, are not reacting now?

And surprisingly, unlike others, you are not in their sanctions lists!

Could you clarify that for the citizens of Russia?

And how can the sanctions affect your welfare?

What a bitch. She didn't say a word.

She's a quick learner.

Wasn't it you who asked her

how the Communist inquiry of her American assets was going?

The little dumbhead said she couldn't comment on that.

And that was enough.

You lashed out at her in that article.

She'll live. And she's learned her lesson. Not a single sound.

It's okay. I'll get under that shrew's skin.

If she thinks no one can make a change in her tight schedule,

she is gravely mistaken.

What do you mean?

She doesn't live. She exists.

A strict schedule, no holidays, no days off.

She's up at four every day. At five she's in the gym, running 12 km.

For breakfast, porridge with water, a big spoon of honey, fresh lemon juice.

Then it's work, work and more work.

No pleasures of life but coffee.

-Delayed life syndrome? -What life? Who the hell needs her?

She can't have children after the prison, she's stubborn and pushy.

A leftover of a human being.

-They're the most dangerous kind. -True.

She flies to her region twice a month. My friends called me.

They say she's being so active it's sickening.

If she thinks I'm a simple reporter, she's wrong.

It's okay. We'll reveal the true nature of this pest.

I'll give her career such attention

that the upstart will rue the day she was born.

Yes?

Good morning, Viktor.

Yes, I read it, I'm ready to discuss it. When do we meet?

At 16:30. And how long will it take?

All right, I will be there. Thank you.

Hello. Good morning.

No, I'm leaving on Thursday, I'll stay there till Friday.

All right, thank you, see you.

Miss Zhukova!

These are signature sheets from the Committee for Foreign Affairs

waiting for your decision.

Okay.

We've got almost an hour left, would you like to grab a snack?

No, we'll go straight to the center. Do they have coffee there?

You need to have at least one proper meal per day. Maybe a soup? Quick.

Have soup tomorrow, it's your day off.

For me, a coffee will suffice. Black, no sugar.

-Hello. -Hello.

Good afternoon, my friends. Let's get started.

Miss Zhukova, the funding for our district's improvement

has been postponed to the end of the year,

and we were told the money has been allocated.

Yes, the entire sum!

All right, let's figure it out. This, and the other issues, too.

Maria, it's me! I've done all the chores and handled everything.

I had the car washed, I stopped by the supermarket.

Pasta, Italian, two packs.

Cheese, four kinds. Milk, lactose-free.

Chilean wine. Three bottles.

-How many? -Why not, good wine at a good discount.

Walter, I need to prepare for my exams.

I love it when you wear glasses, not lenses.

I feel like a timid student

who has to come to a strict teacher in the evenings to retake his exam.

I think you wouldn't pass and you'd have to repeat the grade.

Well… Maybe that's for the better.

In fact, we should try it.

You can even whip me.

Oh my god!

Aren't you too old for this?

I thought acting as a protestant pastor was all the role-playing you did.

My acting talent is not limited to that.

By the way, about the protestant pastor.

You know who I met an hour ago?

Anita and her husband.

As happy as can be.

They've been so busy working their honeymoon is only beginning now.

They're going to Europe.

-Where? -I didn't ask.

They suggested that we have dinner and a chat tonight, I said no.

You said no? Why?

I think someone needs to get ready for their exam. Or did I miss something?

Yes, but…

There's no sin in taking a break to taste your signature dish.

And…

Student Emerson,

what was your grade in Drinking Wine in Good Company?

In that subject, I have always had the highest grade.

-You can try me if you want. -Yes, we say "Trust but check".

If it's true, then tonight you're in for a generous reward.

And if it's not,

you're in for a very, very harsh punishment!

I don't even know which one is better, my lady.

My friends, if this is all for today, let's stick to the action plan.

Nikolay wrote down everything that concerns me personally.

I will report to you in two weeks.

-Yes. Thank you. -Goodbye.

-We got a plane in an hour. -In two weeks. We'll do it all.

-I remember, I heard you. -Miss Zhukova!

May I ask you something unusual?

If it's unusual, you have to ask. What is it?

-On the go, we have a plane to catch. -I can do it on the run!

You see, my friends and I want to start a string sextet.

I mean, we have, but there is a complication.

I love music. What's the problem?

We lack a musical instrument, cello. And it's very important for us.

A cello… I don't know much about it,

but if you tell me in detail, I'll try to help.

-The plane. -You see, some people think

the most important thing for a performer is the costume.

I mean, it matters, but our number one priority is perfect sound.

You can go on stage naked as long as you have a good instrument.

Naked? No, you shouldn't do that, it's not our style.

And she's looking at her torn ten-thousand-dollar dress,

smearing makeup all over her face, and she says, "Oh god, what do I do?

I got to walk the red carpet in this!"

And Leo says, "You idiot, to hell with the red carpet.

If you get an Oscar, you won't be able to go on stage!"

And she tells him, "If I get an Oscar, I can even go on stage naked!"

-With her breast size… -Hey!

Ouch! I'm talking about the basis of her acting.

-Hey! -What's wrong, honey?

They made her famous, everybody likes them.

-You too? -Yes, of course… Not!

When she's on screen, I close my eyes and picture you in a military uniform.

Good, practice that.

All right, tell us, where are you going?

-To Europe. -Where exactly?

-Romania. -I wanted to keep it secret.

Actually, we want to spend a night in Count Dracula's castle.

-Have you been to Ukraine? -No.

Or, as they used to say in Russia, "on Ukraine".

Why did they say "on"?

I'm not a philologist, I don't know. They just did.

Russia's imperial habits. Always trying to climb onto someone,

that's why they say "on Ukraine".

No, Walter. No. We use different prepositions.

For example, I work "at" school, I work "on" a factory.

Why are you asking about Ukraine?

No reason, it's just that Kyiv is a beautiful city.

Khreshchatyk, the Lavra, the Dnieper.

We will definitely go there, right?

I just remembered a good friend of mine lives there.

-A chemist. A military chemist. -A military chemist?

Yes, and he works in some restricted lab,

it has something to do with viruses, I don't know exactly.

-Come on, you too? -Cheers.

-It helped. -Listen, honey.

They are going on honeymoon, and you're bringing up military chemistry.

People go to Europe for gastronomic chemistry,

the chemistry of architecture and art.

I, for one, am going for the chemistry of emotions.

What?

I think I'll open another bottle of wine.

To sustain the chemistry of our conversation.

-How much does it cost? -What exactly?

The trip to Romania? Well, look…

I don't know the real reason.

Maybe I never will.

Clearly, they don't have to report to me. Maybe there is no reason at all.

But one of those days I had an appointment.

It was in New York again.

Before we get to the point, I want to quench your curiosity, Patrick.

To answer your unspoken question about why we meet here in New York.

I've always loved this city, I promised myself

that when I retire, I will live on Manhattan.

So I take advantage of my position,

and I often set important meetings here.

-Water. -Okay.

It is so touching.

How did you know I wanted to ask that?

-Thank you. -You are welcome.

A subordinate of mine is an expert in criminal psychology.

But in our case, the key word is

psychology.

She taught me a few tricks,

and now I can read, so to speak, the first layer of my interlocutor.

Interesting. Could you share them?

Really, in business, that kind of skills is priceless.

Are you kidding?

This comes from a man who owns a mega-successful business he started.

By the way, Overbreak Arena is opening in a week.

-Indeed. -Very good. Congratulations.

-Have you visited my Overbreak Arena? -No.

That's a shame. It is a grand structure.

In fact, I cherish it more than any other of my creations.

And Hunter Strock started with that. He didn't even bother being secretive.

After a brief prelude about the number of guests,

he went straight to the point.

You know what, Patrick? You should invite Zhukova to the opening.

I heard it's going to be a great show.

It's impressive how well-informed you are.

You already know she hasn't been invited.

You haven't been in touch for six months.

We would very much like you to reconnect with her.

You broke up with Zhukova? Or did I miss something?

No.

I just haven't got to that part yet.

Well, if you don't want…

I offered her a million dollars.

Wow!

If you stopped talking to each other after that,

I assume you wanted something in exchange for that million.

Hold your anger until we get to the end.

I offered her a million dollars

for giving birth to my child.

And?

The idea was to bring a child of two talented people to Earth.

But you didn't want her as your wife.

You don't get it either?

My offer was so much better than a trite wedding, it's obvious!

But she didn't appreciate it.

Yes, she chose to go back to Walter.

Patrick, turns out you're not the only one suspecting Zhukova.

A high-ranking DoD official had a private meeting with Maria.

After that, she called us and expressed her concerns about her.

Nonsense. You've checked everything.

Fine, so we invite her to the show, then what? What happens next?

-No, I don't want that. -I see the twinkle in your eyes.

I bet my psychologist subordinate would ask you,

"Isn't there a very personal reason behind your refusal?"

It's none of your business.

I said I don't want it.

The security of the US is at stake.

So mere reconnecting and inviting her to the opening of your arena

is not enough.

The opening of Overbreak Arena was a blast, it was beautiful.

It was pompous.

After the official ceremony

a company of my friends went to my house to continue celebrating.

Maria agreed to go, too.

She didn't know one thing, though: not all of those people were real.

Some of them came to my house way before the party.

They wanted proof that Maria Zhukova was a Russian spy.

They decided to test her using truth serum.

What is it?

An injection of a psychoactive substance

to extract the information a person is hiding.

Is that legal?

Some equate this method to torture.

Tell me, Sylvia, do you know the poem "The Raven" by Edgar Poe?

I haven't heard of it.

It keeps running on repeat in my head when I think of that night.

It is a story of a young man desperately longing for his loved one.

Suddenly, a talking raven comes to him,

and to all of the man's questions

the raven, or the demon,

only says one thing.

"Nevermore."

Ah, distinctly I remember

It was in the bleak December

And each separate dying ember Wrought its ghost upon the floor

Eagerly I wished the morrow Vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow Sorrow for the lost Lenore

For the rare and radiant maiden Whom the angels name Lenore

Nameless here for evermore

Open here I flung the shutter When, with many a flirt and flutter

In there stepped a stately raven Of the saintly days of yore

Not the least obeisance made he Not a minute stopped or stayed he

But, with mien of lord or lady Perched above my chamber door

Perched upon a bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door

Perched, and sat, and nothing more

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! Prophet still, if bird or devil!

Whether Tempter sent, or whether Tempest tossed thee here ashore

Desolate yet all undaunted On this desert land enchanted

On this home by horror haunted Tell me truly, I implore

Is there – is there balm in Gilead? Tell me – tell me, I implore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"

What happened next?

They went out in an hour.

Apparently, they achieved nothing.

Hunter Strock was not just angry, he was furious.

By 3 a.m. everyone had left, I was alone.

With Maria.

I approached the bedroom.

I saw here lying there, unconscious.

And?

Have you ever thought, Sylvia, that in our great country,

anything related to pleasure is possible.

Absolutely anything.

Patrick…

And the Raven, never flitting

Still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door

And his eyes have all the seeming Of a demon's that is dreaming

And the lamplight o'er him streaming

Throws his shadow on the floor

No, Patrick, no.

Yes, Sylvia.

Yes.

And my soul from out that shadow That lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted

Nevermore

Yes? Yes. Yes.

All right. Yes, okay. Goodbye.

Nikolay, I'll need you earlier tomorrow. Come at 6:30.

-You said tomorrow's a day off. -I was wrong. You'll get the next day.

Can I have half a minute now? A sandwich, really quick.

-Sure. A black coffee for me, no sugar. -Got it.

-No, not this time. Okay, I'm passing it… -Dad!

-And a long ball over there! -Dad, I don't like running!

We'll have a penalty.

The meeting you asked for is not going to happen.

Why?

I'm sorry, that's the only thing I have to tell you.

But it's canceled for the second time.

-Goodbye. Egor! Come here. -Dad!

Come here! We lost Mom. Come on. Come on, quick!

Here, ma'am! That's more like it! We can go now.

Yes, we can go now.

Good afternoon, sir.

Leave us, please.

Maria.

My name is Spencer Harbery. I'm from the CIA.

How are you doing, Maria?

I don't know what to say.

Well, be honest, that's quite enough.

Are you ready?

I have always been honest.

Great. Then, for starters, let's forget

about all your petty misdemeanors in our country.

Actually,

frankly, I would like you to see us as loyal and reliable friends.

I'm ready.

Good.

What will you do when you get out of prison?

What do you mean?

Are you going to stay in the US or…

Well… I would like to return to Russia.

Personally, I respect that decision.

But let's fantasize. You agreed to collaborate with the US authorities.

I suppose that will raise questions in Russia.

And something tells me

no matter what your answers will be, you will not make a career.

You will not find a job to match your skills and qualifications.

Tell me, can we help you with anything?

Is it expensive to live in Moscow?

I guess you are offering me a job.

What will I have to do?

Nothing that you haven't done.

You know better than me

that some people are dissatisfied with Russia's young democracy.

So meet them, talk to them, listen to them.

If we know their thoughts, their pains, we will find a common ground faster.

We'll be able to help Russia.

Tell me, is that a form of people-to-people diplomacy?

You wanted this, didn't you?

I have to consult with my lawyers.

I strongly recommend that you do so.

I think most people in this prison see the snow for the first time.

If they see it.

Maria, what is snow like in Russia?

It's beautiful.

Wet.

Believe me, Calvin, if you saw it once,

you would remember it for a lifetime.

How long is it since you've been outside?

Calvin, we need to go.

Maria, let's talk.

Calvin, I need to go.

You will be punished and…

I've read all of your diaries.

I know how you communicate with your parents and your sister,

how you learned English, how you came to the States.

I know how you bake pies, what underwear you prefer and what books you like.

I know what makes you laugh and what gives you a headache.

At some point I started to feel that I know you better than anyone

and that I…

You what?

It doesn't matter.

You tricked me.

You tricked all of us.

-I tricked you? -Yes.

Tell me what to do now.

Please tell me what to do now!

Can you hear me, Sunshine?

Maria, calm down. Are you sure no one saw you?

-Yes, one hundred percent. -What phone are you using?

A child's phone. I secretly took a phone of a guest's child.

All right. No more initiative or improvisation.

You don't do anything for now. You just live and study.

Now listen carefully. One week from now,

at about this time, you will go online

to play a video game, let's say Call of Duty.

In the chat, you'll find a player named Grin.

Starting from 23:00, your time

you'll read every fourth message he'll write.

They will contain detailed instructions on what to do.

And here's something else. In case things go wrong, or vice versa, whatever.

If you find yourself facing a man holding an amber pen in his hand…

An amber pen.

…pay maximum attention and be very concentrated.

Whether you like the instruction or not, even if you find it odd,

you must follow it.

I think Sunshine is a curious character.

Anything you'd like to tell me about him?

People don't just send poems to anyone.

Also, I rewatched your latest meeting with the ambassadors many times.

All right. Now we need to fill out the papers correctly.

Sometimes such formalities can get in the way of a case.

Yes, by the way, funny story.

Before the US, I used to work in a country

where in official documents you write the year,

then the month and the day. Here, it's different.

They start with the day, then the month and the year.

-Like us. -Yes!

I automatically wrote it the way I'm used to, and I made a mistake.

It's like, for example,

the ninth of May is correct.

And May the ninth is not.

It seems the rearrangement doesn't change anything,

but the numbers were very important.

Right. Especially this date! Nine, the month of May,

it's our main celebration day, holiday number one!

In the present year '18, and always.

It's out of discussion.

-You have to agree with that. -One of them was very nervous, why?

I watched the record alone and with an interpreter,

but I didn't find anything suspicious.

That's all. I think you understood us correctly.

-Yes, I'll try. -Then let's hope for the best,

and by your birthday all of us will get good news.

-Alexey, did you write down everything? -I think so.

Maria, do you want to add something or to ask a question?

No, everything is clear.

Is there anything suspicious about it?

Maybe not. But it's after that meeting

that you somehow decided to make a deal with the prosecution.

What happened on the 9th of May?

It's when the Russians celebrate victory in World War II.

Why not on the 8th like the rest of the world?

Because of the time zone difference.

When the German Instrument of Surrender was signed,

it was already the 9th of May in Moscow.

-These Russians are a messed-up nation. -Right.

And you know, to be completely honest,

I'm glad I won't talk to you or see you again because I feel bad next to you.

Bad?

Yes, bad.

As if I was guilty of something.

-Sometimes you look at me like… -Like what?

Like you know the deepest

and darkest things about me that I myself fear to admit.

I didn't think I'd get into an American jail

and people would be scared around me.

I'm not scared.

For some reason, I feel shame

before myself.

You Russians are strange. You look like us on the surface,

but if one looks a little deeper, it's clear: no.

You're different. Very different.

Is that bad?

I found out how they call our equinox.

An equi-day.

You're dismissed, Sally, thank you.

I don't know where this phrase comes from, a book or a movie.

"What a shame that he's dead, but what a joy that he's gone."

It's about you. I don't wish you dead, but it's a good thing that you're leaving.

Please.

The numbers were very important.

Right. Especially nine.

-Nine. -The month of May.

May means five.

-Holiday number one. -One.

-In the present year '18. -One, eighteen.

-And always. -Nine, five, one, eighteen.

Title 18, Section 951.

It's out of discussion.

You have to agree with that.

I rule it out, and I agree.

-Did you call me, Mr. Ilyin? -Hello, Igor. Come, sit down.

Our people in the US reported

that our quote-unquote "partners" are soon holding a special operation

to eliminate a high-ranking official in Moscow.

That's bold.

Aren't they being reckless?

Naturally, it's going to look like an accident.

Do we know who they are coming for?

Actually, we don't.

But according to the current data, a seasoned Iraq War veteran is coming.

Considering it's a high-risk operation,

I assume no one in the US cares about his future.

He must understand that if he's not an idiot.

He probably messed up.

-This is his chance. -Mr. Ilyin,

it looks more like a one-way ticket.

If we take him alive,

we might be able to trade him for Zhukova.

We'll take him alive, then.