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-Hello.
-Kolesnikov.

I've been informed
that you're going somewhere.

Yes, General, I want to make sure
Dillan is in his room.

Good evening. Your dinner, sir.

Igor, please.
Don't do anything on your own.

General, the waiter brought him dinner
17 minutes ago,

and she still hasn't come out.

-That's not normal.
-Igor, if we scare him off, he'll flee.

There's nothing we can charge him with.
We need him alive and red-handed.

I'm all for it, General.

Five minutes, General.
We electricians are fast.

Kolesnikov, abort! Do you hear me? Igor!

How can I hear you, General,
when it's all "Jingle Bells" around?

-Happy New Year!
-Same to you.

And many years later, already in Iraq,

in a small village,

he says to us, "Do you want me
to tell you how it happened?"

Mayor, we have an order to stop you.

Well then, go stop me.

Pardon? Go where?

Oleg, but you haven't found me yet.

-Haven't we?
-No.

-Where are you then?
-Hold this.

And he told us

how soldiers, armed to the teeth,

stormed into their village,

captured and methodically
gunned down all men.

Every one of them.

Upon receiving the order, you left
your room immediately,

but you didn't see me.
However, to your right…

No, to your left, in the hallway,
you saw a toolbox,

but there was no gun in it already.

And you ran after me along the hallway.

-Major…
-Oleg, I repeat,

you ran after me along the hallway.

Come on, take your guns, chop-chop!

Don't run too far away, though.

And then they raped the women.
Every one of them.

Regardless of their age.

And, right in front of me,
my mother and my sister.

And they killed them. But not right away.

Because they found out
that the greatest pleasure

is to possess a life
as it is leaving this world.

Magomed, on the off chance,
Elena likes roses.

-What?
-Maga, bro, what's taking you so long?

I'll be there in five, sir.

Hurry up, room 805.
My gut tells me it's time to visit him.

Uninvited.

Our man in the US reported

that a seasoned Iraq War veteran
is coming here soon.

In the end, he said,

"There is nothing as terrifying
as a human being

who wants to look into hell again."

If we take him alive,

we might be able to trade him for Zhukova.

We'll take him alive, then.

There's a girl in the room, help her.

We came just in time, sir. She's alive.

Then call an ambulance.

Two ambulances.

Sir, I didn't quite get it about Elena.

Remember Borzy who saved
our dumb asses in the stable?

-Shush. Boy, what's your name?
-Maga. Magomed.

I can't hold it anymore.

-Yes.
-His mother Elena has a birthday tomorrow.

Eighty years. She likes roses.

Come on, Maga, move!

-Ilyin. I'm listening.
-General, Kolesnikov reporting.

We took Dillan alive.

Staying in the hole,
transfer to another prison,

setting the date of the trial,

all of that will depend
on how you answer the CIA, Maria.

And most importantly,
the final sentence you will get.

-I might get time?
-Absolutely.

Of course, we all hope

that the time you have spent in prison
will be taken into account

and you will be released
right after the trial,

but a lot will depend
on what you tell the CIA.

If you turn down their offer,

they will prepare
for the court very thoroughly.

Thoroughly and slowly.

Of course, your confession
is a lifeline for the prosecution,

but if you also agreed to collaborate,

it would mean a complete victory for them.
If you don't…

The DA's office must be determined to hear
the last name of your co-conspirator.

They need any name.

Personally, I don't remember
any precedents of conspiring with oneself.

So what do we tell Spencer Harbery?

Maria. Yes or no?

He won't hear a no from me.
That would be too easy.

But I will not say yes
to his offer either.

Tell him to go screw himself.

I see.

In that case, I recommend

that you prepare well
for your final address.

But a lot will depend on the judge.

-Tomorrow's going as planned?
-Yes, Nikolay, it's your day off.

-I'll call you in the evening.
-My day off.

And you? You sure you don't need me?

No, I don't. I'll go choose a cello
for the guys, I can handle it.

How will you get there?

I'll drive my car. Go to your wife.

-Miss Zhukova.
-What now?

Please don't take offense.

But you haven't even had lunch today.

Here, take it.
There's fruit, cheese, kefir and stuff.

This will suffice. All right, go.

-Goodbye.
-Bye.

The subscriber's phone is switched off
or out of coverage.

Who the hell is that?

Okay.

How about this?

All right, let's talk.

Oh, my old friend?

Could you clarify that
for the citizens of Russia?

You can't sleep?

What do you think you're doing?

I want to know why you are driving
a faulty and dirty vehicle. It's not okay.

This is your color, after all.
White, the color of protest.

Wait. Could you stop?

I want you to hear me.

I want to say it to your face.

I detest you. Really.

You are wild non-evolving barbarians.

You are an insult to humankind.

Even if someone put you
in hydrochloric acid,

you'd come back to life after a while.

We just can't die.
We need to protect our Motherland.

What? Protect from whom?

For what?
To live in poverty, lies and dirt?

Where human life is worth nothing?

When will this abscess burst and leak?

I have a feeling
that your therapist fled to Georgia

and you have no one to talk to.
Are you okay?

Don't interrupt me, bitch!

You are incapable of anything!
All you can do is suppress and degrade!

You've been destroying Russia
for a quarter-century, and you want more!

Now you've attacked
a free independent country.

Civilians are dying, women, children,
old people, and you don't care!

Explain something to me.
You scum, you have been to America,

you lived there, you studied.
But you haven't seen anything there,

you haven't learned
or appreciated anything.

No, all you did was make a mess!

I don't know how you got out of prison,

but none of you will avoid
the court of history, a court-martial!

Can you tell me the name of the article?

-The one I would write about all of you?
-Yes.

-"The New Nuremberg".
-No.

What would you name the article
you were going to write ten years ago

about my death?

Everything was ready to make you
the sacred sacrifice of the protest.

"The sacred sacrifice"?
Or "Her cause is immortal"?

Or maybe "For the victory"?

-Hello.
-Hi. She'll be here soon.

Do it. For our victory.

Got it.

-I don't understand.
-You understand, and you remember.

But it's not about me.

You're babbling about the importance
of a single human life,

yet you wouldn't hesitate to lose
thousands for a catchy headline.

You do not and will never accept
another point of view,

but can you at least accept
your own failure, your own mistakes?

You made a mistake at the very beginning.

The color of protest
is anything but white.

White is the color of surrender.

But don't worry.

We will definitely defeat you.
And, of course, we will forgive you.

Because if we forget how to forgive,

we won't be us anymore.

In this connection,
I'd like you to comment

on the recent report
from the Chinese Xinhua News Agency.

According to the report,
data from a multitude of sources indicates

that the US is the place
COVID-19 originated from

and the country most responsible

for the fast and global spread
of the virus.

Political manipulation
of the disease by the US

made the global efforts
against the pandemic

particularly difficult and complicated.

My classmate and childhood friend
Walter Emerson

became a pastor for this night only.

In real life
he's a professional con artist.

If he shows you a scar on his side,
it's not from a combat injury

but from falling off a bike as a kid.

Nice gift.
Useless, of course, but symbolic.

Why useless?

It makes a great ashtray by the toilet.

Jokes aside,
we should have finished them in the '90s.

The Russian bear just won't die.

Do you believe
in their supersonic missiles?

I want to be sure
that we can still do to Russia

what we did to Japan in 1945.

What do you think, Anita?

You lead our disarmament negotiations
with the Russians now.

Nuclear weapons
are becoming anachronistic.

There are more interesting options
than turning Russia into a giant ashtray.

-What do you mean?
-Biotechnology, for one.

Viruses with inserted genes
with no vaccine against them.

Remember how a century ago

up to a hundred million people
died of the Spanish flu?

And no one is to blame.

But would it be safe for ourselves?

First of all, we'll be prepared.

We're holding
a special training next year.

Notably, in 2019,

before the first registered cases
of COVID-19,

the Hopkins University in the USA
hosted an exercise called Event 201,

practising response to a pandemic
of a previously unknown coronavirus.

According to the scenario, the virus
was transmitted from bats to humans

via an intermediate host: pigs.

That was the spreading pattern
of the Spanish flu pandemic

that took tens of millions of human lives.

The Americans believed

that their trace in developing the virus
would never be discovered

and that they would be safe from it, but…

And secondly, the ultimate goal
is to create a virus

that would be selective. For example,
hitting a certain ethnic group.

UP-9 and UP-10 projects
involve Labyrinth, a special unit.

We have already established
more than 20 labs in Ukraine

with different tasks
and levels of complexity.

We continue to analyze
the documentary material

found in the laboratory
in the town of Rubizhne.

And let me remind you

that more than 16 000 biological samples
were transported from Ukraine

to the USA and Western Europe,

including samples of blood and serum.

At the same time, Jason Crow from the US
Permanent Select Committee on Intelligence

states that the obtained genetic data
on Ukrainian citizens is to be used

-for peaceful purposes only.
-Exactly.

We need, say, three to four years,

and by the spring of 2022
we will have total control over Russia.

Developing a vaccine with their economics
and science will be impossible.

Sounds apocalyptic.

The Russians can forget
about their red lines.

All those lines
will not just be transparent.

They'll be invisible.

The documents at our disposal confirm

that the Walter Reed Institute researched
the antibiotic resistance of the bacteria

extracted from AFU military personnel
during combat operations in Donbas

from 2014 to 2020.

Within that project,

at four Ukrainian military hospitals
located in different parts of the country,

813 microorganisms obtained
from 162 patients have been researched.

Whole genome sequencing of 52 isolates
has been performed.

That arouses a rhetorical question,

why would an institute
of the US ground forces

study drug resistance
of microorganisms obtained in Donbas?

And the last thing.

We have the list of all representatives

of state institutes
and private companies in Ukraine

involved in the implementation
of American military biological programs.

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. Now listen carefully.

We are getting close to the end, Sylvia.

I see you are tired.

Frankly, so am I.

Everyone hoped Maria would be released
right from the courtroom.

But she was sentenced to 18 months
including the remand time.

When her trial ended, ended like that,

I decided to fight.

Did you really believe you could get
the court to review the decision?

I did at the time.

I went to Washington

and called Hunter Strock.

Why didn't you invite me
to New York, Patrick?

I would gladly come, you know that.

Tell me, if I make it public that you used

illegal investigative techniques
in my house

to establish Zhukova's culpability,

do you think it will cause a scandal?

First of all, I would add
that you were directly involved.

I wouldn't even deny that.

All because you misled me. You used me.

You, Patrick?

Come on, are you pretending
to be a naive young man at your age?

You want to know whether our interrogation
of Zhukova at your house was legal.

-Indeed, I am.
-All right.

The latest version of the truth serum
is thought to be impossible to get around,

and still, Zhukova did not tell us
anything of importance.

But does it mean she is innocent?

Or are Russians capable of deceiving us?

How did she trick us?

-Do you really mean it?
-Lies.

Lies are the main weapon
of Russians and Trump.

-Hunter, you're being paranoid.
-Don't pretend to be righteous!

I know you're playing
on both sides, Patrick.

You want to be good for Republicans
and Democrats at the same time.

No, hold on.
Politics has nothing to do with it.

Politics has to do with everything.

You want a real war? Come on, let's try.

I came to you to talk about a human life.

-What does politics have to do with it?
-Stop!

Enough, Mr. Shell!

I'm done with your nonsense!

Never – you hear me? –
never, under no circumstances

will a life of some Russian
be weighed against my country's security!

It is a privilege of the US
to decide how people should live

and whether they should live at all!

We will not give that sacred right
to anyone, you hear me? We will not!

Get out of my office, Mr. Moneybag!

I didn't leave Washington.

It wasn't too hard to find out
who conducted the investigation,

and Calvin Hughes
turned out to be a good fellow.

But our conversation did not work out.

Hello.

My name is Patrick Shell, and I would like
to make a formal statement.

I've been warned that you might turn up,

but I can't do anything
to help you, Patrick.

I want to make a statement
that will oblige you to arrest me.

-Listen, Patrick, the case is closed.
-It's not closed.

There is a lot you don't know.

My confession will change everything.

Maria Zhukova came to my house once.

And I…

That night I raped her.

Do you hear me? She was unconscious,
I took advantage of it.

And now I confess to it.

Sin is legalized here.
Haven't you noticed?

You have to arrest me!

I don't have to do anything.

First, you're no competition
for Harvey Weinstein.

Second, I don't analyze
other people's sperm anymore,

that was in Utah,
and I'm not coming back to it.

And third, sin is almost legalized here.
Haven't you noticed?

He recommended
that I should go to the state police.

And when you get to the police station,

be prepared to hear the question,

"Why are you only telling this now,

why didn't it bother you
for more than six months?"

And suddenly he added…

Do you think love exists?

Agent Hughes, are you rehearsing
working undercover in a Sourface gang?

What? If you want
to say something, say it.

How are we going to live on?

What's changed? Did I miss something?

While you were at the hospital,
unconscious, you had visitors.

They came a long way,

and they were afraid you'd die
and fail to return your debt.

Okay.

-Go on.
-They named a very large sum.

Threatened there'd be consequences
if you don't return it.

And they didn't care
that I am an FBI agent.

Anything you'd like to tell me?

Well, if you insist,

I guess I'll tell you.

And I'll start with your promotion
that surprised everyone.

Interesting.

I guess you've been thinking you were sent
to Washington for your low self-esteem

and your good work at the laboratory?

Calvin, given your experience,
analytical mind,

how about transferring you
to FBI headquarters in D.C.?

Someone had to find out
about your "distinguished" skills.

And they had to notice them
at the right time and in the right place.

So what is that right place
and what do they do there?

What do they do? All kinds of things.

There is a great diversity
of vices and passions,

and you know it.

-One of my high-ranking clients…
-The old man?

No.

A senior, very wise and very rich man
once said that life is a big banquet.

But 90% of people at this banquet
are nothing but waiters.

We can't change that, Calvin.

Sadly, you and I are just waiters
at the banquet of life.

But we can still get a generous tip,
can't we?

My career advancement is a tip?

Relax, Calvin, it's fine.

Philip, who am I for you?

That Russian spy's case
really shook you all up.

Or am I wrong?

Who am I for you?

You?

Fake it, fake it till it becomes real.

What else do you want from me?

I paid your debt.

We're even.

Well…

No, honey.

Now we're even.

Then I decided to go to CNN
to reveal the hand to the public.

But they didn't even let me in.

Though their chief producer said
I was his friend.

How did you find me?

Normally, I don't drink
more than two glasses a night,

but I guess today it's not just me
who's breaking their own rules.

My name is Nancy Bell,
I want to talk to you, Patrick.

But on one condition.

I rely on your decency.

It's her who recommended you.

I promised I'd keep her name a secret.

I assume we're done.

Word of advice, Sylvia,

do not publish
the whole interview at once.

Cut some short videos,
two or three minutes long,

with my most striking confessions,

and in a few hours,
you will get a flood of calls.

If CNN is among them,
and they surely will be,

avenge me.

Scalp them

without mercy.

Rest assured, I will.

This kind of chance to make money
comes once in a lifetime.

I'm not going to miss it.

Sylvia, I invited you here

to serve as a witness to my confession.

I'm ready to lay bare to you
my greatest sin.

My name is Patrick Shell.
I want to make an official statement.

I betrayed Maria Zhukova.

I was the one who turned her in
to the FBI.

Because of me, she's been imprisoned
on charges of espionage

for six months now.

Hunter, you are not in a position
to be late.

I beg your pardon, sir.

This idiot's interview
caused quite a stir.

Our entire office is upside down.

We have to give credit to that blogger,
she is very smart.

Giving it out in pieces,
increasing both the number of viewers

and her profit from the scandal.

I'm afraid to even think
about what else this jerk said.

Everyone knows shit happens,

but everyone thinks
it won't happen to them, don't they?

Exactly.

But I don't have to tell you
how much our agency hates uncertainty.

Oh, you have no idea
how much we hate uncertainty.

Especially the people
who arrange for this uncertainty.

Listen, sir. This Shell guy, he…

No, you listen to me.

You might soon be removed from service.

I didn't say arrested,
I said you might be removed.

Formally, it will be connected
to the texts

you send to your colleagues
and subordinates, you know,

the ones where you criticize the hell
out of President Trump

and blame him for all sins without proof.

-Yes, but…
-You will get away with it, Hunter.

If the public learns one thing.

All illegal actions towards Zhukova
were your own personal obsessive idea

and no one else's.

-And, as a result…
-Trump and Putin's meeting canceled,

Zhukova agreeing to collaborate,
is that a bad result?

"Highly likely" will not help you out.

Sometimes, oddly enough,
you need to have facts.

Screw your goddamn facts!

They argue where our astronauts
have been to the Moon,

and I don't care whether it's true or not!

What matters is that it gave us
the opportunity not to lose to the USSR!

And as a result,

we won the cold war.

Hunter, you completely forgot
how to keep a dialogue.

Don't you dare to threaten me.

I hate Trump, and I love America,

And in love,
feelings are more important than facts.

You think so?

I'm positive.

If the dog barks,
even if it's at the neighborhood kids,

the master still gives it a sugar bone.

But when a dog attacks its master…

Our friend has a very aggressive manner
of driving.

It may happen that he loses control

and has an accident.

Indeed.

I take it that my car was too noticeable.

Hi.

Maria, if you want to know
where Igor is, I…

Don't start, Maga, you're a bad liar.

Please don't do this.

After all,
you could've found out on your own.

Can you believe it?

With my track record, trust level
and deputy's card, I still can't.

I can't find out where he is
and how he is doing.

I guess there are two options.
Either he doesn't want it or…

Is he alive?

Please tell me, is he alive?

Yes.

Tell me where he is.

Just so I know he's alive.

I only saw him once in the airport
when I came from the US,

he stood aside,
I didn't even recognize him at first.

You sure it was him?

I'm sure. It's just
that I was surrounded by reporters,

and when I got away, he was gone.
He didn't come up to me.

It's been more than two years,
and I can't take it anymore, really.

Maga, please help me.
I'll sit in the distance or walk past him.

I'll see him through a window
or in a passing train. I'll just see him.

-Maria…
-Maga, dear,

I won't disturb him in any way, I swear.

If you want, he will never see me.
I promise.

Please tell me where he is.

Hey, don't be sad! All right?

Okay, honey?

Just wait a little,
and we'll get you out of here.

I'll escape.

Okay.

-Come on, Maria. Let Daddy rest.
-Bye.

-Come on.
-Give me your hand.

A few more weeks,
and we'll get Daddy out of here.

-And we'll go to your grandparents.
-I don't want to go.

Where did that come from?
You wanted to travel, didn't you?

I want to travel far,
and they live one short train ride away!

But they will be so happy
when we come. Right?

-Right.
-What's with the sock again?

Let's fix it. Come on.
You know who else will be happy?

-No.
-Rex.

-My dear Rex!
-He will bark so much!

It is called hyperosmia.

A heightened sense of smell,

apparently, a side effect
of medications I'm taking here.

Your hair smells the same as before.

Hello, Maria.

Hello, Sunshine.

It's been a while
since anyone called me that.

You were very hard to find.

Yes, I know. I didn't want that at first.

And then I made everyone promise
they wouldn't tell you where I am.

-Why?
-What good would it do?

What can we tell each other, my love?

Tell me how you live.

On a schedule, same as before.

Which you don't like, by the way.

Up at six a.m., then breakfast,

the doctors' round, procedures,
afternoon nap.

My wife and daughter
come to visit twice a week.

I think I'll be discharged soon.
I'll go to my parents.

So I'm perfectly fine.

You owe me one, though.

I kept my promise.

Now it's your turn.

Promise you will be happy.

No delay, right now, right here,
sitting on this bench, promise.

For me.

I promise.

Attagirl.

Here's what we'll do. There are 19 steps
from here to the hospital stairs.

When I get there and turn around,

I want to see a smile on your face.

Okay?

Okay.

Good.

Maria.

Hello, Mr. Ilyin. Nikolay, wait.

-Haven't seen you for ages.
-Two years, General.

It turns out a lot has happened.

Yes. He got ambushed
near Mariupol a month ago.

He could have stayed here,
but he insisted.

I'm sorry, not meeting with you
was entirely his decision.

I know.

I know everything now, General,
and I understand.

That's your job
and the price you pay for it.

Well, my dear, the price
we pay for it was never a secret.

I'll go, I have a lot of things to do.

-If you need any help…
-No, thank you.

I don't think anyone can help me.

I made a promise to him.

And I usually keep my promises. Although…

Although it won't be easy.

And now musicians from Kirov

will perform the second part
of Suite No. 3 by Johann Sebastian Bach.

Somehow I feel

that anything I can say right now

will not in any way affect you
in making a final and just decision.

Moreover,

what I'm going to say might seem confusing

or even harmful.

But it is very important to me
that I say it.

A few years ago, I called life a journey.

I know the metaphor is quite trivial,

but I wish you knew

what kind of journey
being in prison turns out to be.

You have to be
not only strong and patient,

but, however strange it may seem,
you need to be kind and generous.

And you have to do your best
to keep the promise you gave.

It is in prison that you find out

freedom is not about crossing borders,

it is also about something invisible
and intangible inside you.

This journey,
even though it is not over yet,

convinced me that being human
is not about decay and hatred.

Being human is about spirit and love.