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-What's going on? -It's because of the math teach.

I hate the Mop and math.

Skidoo! The Mop!

THE MOP

EPISODE 3

This is beautiful.

Fairytale-beautiful.

How stupid do you have to be to look at this beauty and jump down?

Vitaliy Borovoy, 25. Postgrad at the math department.

-This explains a lot. -It wasn't a suicide.

He has distinct shocker marks on his body. He was tortured.

The great mathematician Galois

was killed on a duel when he was 21.

Why?

Because of a folly.

Geniuses often do stupid things.

So I am a genius.

No, you just do stupid things.

So, can you study today?

Genius. Let's go.

I'm almost sure he was dead when they pushed him down the roof,

but I'll tell you more after the postmortem.

Is this his apartment?

Yes. And I don't think we'll find there something pleasant.

I wonder if it's his lifestyle or they were searching for something.

No computer, no tablet.

It's strange even for a normal person,

and for a mathematician…

Wow.

How did you figure it out?

All books here are on mathematics except for this one.

My big brother used to hide his porn magazines

in the three volumes of Plutarch.

Maybe that's why they killed him.

Probably.

Killing a mathematician for being a mathematician – that I can understand.

Torturing him for being a mathematician…

Well, maybe.

Goncharenko.

What?

Did you read too much Plutarch when you were little?

All of him.

Your father.

Yes? Who is it? Who?

No, I'm busy right now.

So what if the victim is a mathematician?

Let janitors investigate janitors' murders then,

and bus drivers investigate bus drivers' murders.

This is your job.

If you aren't good enough, go educate yourself.

I really don't have time.

Crazy. Bat-shit crazy.

I'm fed up with him.

In addition to killing Galois, he is now distracting me from work.

Why a fish?

Anna Nikolayevna?

Anna Nikolayevna.

Anna Nikolayevna.

Because fish don't talk, Vitia.

What are you working at?

Anna Nikolayevna?

The P vs NP problem. Does it ring the bell?

No.

The so-called problem of the millennium.

All mathematicians in the world are working on it,

when they are not being distracted.

I've been doing it or ten years.

What is it about?

In a nutshell.

In a nutshell?

For morons.

Well, for morons, as you put it,

I'd formulate it this way:

what's easier, to find the answer yourself

or to check someone else's?

I'm definitely a moron.

Borovoy?

A gifted guy.

I'd call him my best student.

A brilliant scientist.

Potentially, of course.

The only living brain among these dinosaurs.

I took higher math because of him.

Weird? Yes, there was something.

He used to live and breathe mathematics, but lately…

We were working together on an interesting problem,

preparing an article for the Oxford Journal,

and then he said he wasn't interested anymore.

You want to talk to Kiriukha, a fifth year student.

He and Borovoy had been talking a lot lately.

Of course I noticed.

He was dressing better and bought a car, an SUV.

His parents died a long time ago.

He lived alone, as far as I know.

I don't think he cared about anything besides mathematics.

Girls? No.

I don't know.

I don't know. Probability lattices.

It's fascinating.

This is nonsense.

Not quite my area, though.

No, I can't help you with this.

Do you know why Vitaliy…

Well…

As I said, you need to talk to Kiriukha.

If someone can figure it out, it's him.

Kirill Tarasov, fifth year student,

hasn't showed up at his classes or at school for three days.

The phone is turned off. File a missing person report.

We are normal people.

I've been a kindergarten teacher all my life.

I don't understand what you expect to find here.

It's strange that Kiriusha is missing.

You'd better look for him.

We are looking, Klavdiya.

Has he ever gone missing before?

It's not at all like him.

He usually called when he was late

or didn't come home for the night.

Any ideas?

No ideas.

We're looking for Borovoy's car.

Tarasov, too. I mean, himself, not the car.

Yes.

They found Tarasov's car.

Permission to leave?

Katia, is he alive?

Yes.

But if this guy came to borrow a jack two minutes later than he did,

he wouldn't be.

He has the same torture marks as Borovoy.

Another staged suicide.

They obviously weren't looking for money.

Looks like it's these numbers again.

I wish I knew what they mean.

I'm beginning to regret shirking math at school.

Don't.

Get out.

Everything will be fine.

Hello.

He is in a coma. Sorry, I can't give you any good news yet.

I understand.

We'll let you know as soon as he gets better.

Thank you.

Dad, push the button.

Wait.

I feel like a schoolboy.

Man up! Ring the bell.

Will you let me copy your homework?

Vitia.

Hi.

Is it a bribe?

An apology.

It'll suffocate.

It is a bribe.

Interesting.

Interesting.

Do you know what it is?

Yes. Randomly generated numbers.

Could someone kill a person over it?

I don't know. People get killed over anything.

You know it better than anyone.

So these are just random numbers?

The generating of random numbers is too important to leave it to chance.

Anna Nikolayevna, an explanation for morons.

For morons?

Okay, an example of how random number generator works.

It's what many mechanisms are based on.

Like, say, distribution of playing cards.

This is an algorithm for winning in cards.

Do you gamble?

I did. Once.

Did you lose?

I won.

Anna Nikolayevna, Ania! Come in.

Congratulations!

Your proof of the subcase of the Cauchy theorem is…

out of this world.

You have a great future ahead of you.

I think your doctorate isn't far away, right?

It's definitely a cause for celebration.

To our young talent.

Ania, to you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Ania, I'd like you to come to my place tonight.

It's a small group of friends playing a big game.

You are the first woman we have invited,

except for my wife.

She doesn't play cards, though, but we will.

A mathematician to a mathematician,

I won't take no for an answer.

Will you come?

Well, a mathematician to a mathematician – that's interesting.

Thank you so much.

Ania, this is so cool.

It's crème de la crème of the academia.

The total IQ must be a billion.

Just remember, you can't win.

Let him win, and your career is secure.

Sergey, what are you talking about?

I don't even know how to play.

There isn't much to know. It's probability theory 101.

Come on, I'll explain it to you.

-First the champagne. -Sure. Let's celebrate.

Hi.

Raise.

Call.

Fold.

Well, Ania?

The probability of your street is less than 9%.

Yes, but you didn't take into consideration the Monty Hall problem.

And if you do, the probability is 63,8%.

I'll take the risk.

All in. Isn't that what they say in these cases?

Call.

POSTGRADUATE STUDENT A.N. SHVABRINA EXPELLED AND FIRED

FROM THE HIGHER MATHEMATICS DEPARTMENT

Ania.

I warned you.

You are a math genius but here you have miscalculated.

Ania.

Anna.

They miscalculated.

-What do you mean? -These guys.

They knew how the generator works,

and they knew other players' hands.

So they could win every time, right?

Yes. But they didn't take the human factor into consideration.

That's what got them killed.

Okay, thank you, Anna Nikolayevna.

Anna Nikolayevna, what are you going to call the fish?

What's your name?

Nikolay.

Nikolay.

After Dad?

After Lobachevski.

Thank you.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Vitia, I'll be waiting for you.

Okay.

So Borovoy and Tarasov found a way to beat the casino.

And someone wasn't happy about that.

I understand them.

I mean, if you want to catch a criminal, think like a criminal.

What does our criminal think?

That's all I have.

Shvabrina says they probably were playing poker,

because in this game knowing the opponents' hands

gives you the biggest advantage.

Your Shvabrina is right.

One more thing. It has to be a big underground casino

with high or unlimited maximum bets.

I'll ask our counterparts for a list of such casinos.

They are underground.

Random numbers are too important to leave them to chance.

That's what she says.

Your Mo-- Your Shvabrina is right.

Casino loss? Casinos never lose.

Five, six, seven.

One, two, three.

I do salsa.

It unwinds the mind, makes the other side of the brain work.

Salsa, various sequences.

Now you can't say I never took you out or dinner.

Hands off.

Our cover story is that you're my girlfriend.

Your girlfriend says hands of her, and she means it.

You've been my girlfriend for 20 seconds, and already I'm frustrated.

No, I don't like tango.

Too bombastic and dramatic.

The Caribbean…

are gorgeous.

One more time. Watch it.

No, they've never been here. I'd remember.

Do you want to play?

No.

There's nothing here for us.

Nothing for you, definitely.

Dad.

Dad, come here.

I'm coming.

LATEST DISCOVERIES IN MATHEMATICS. VIKTOR SCHASTLIVTSEV

Why are you still up?

Dad, you're a cop.

Yes. For all that's good against all that's evil.

So can you plant drugs on him or something?

The guy who ruined Anna Nikolayevna's life.

The one she beat at cards.

Wait. Yes?

Tarasov woke up for a while and then went back into a coma.

Did he say something?

He kept saying "lucky".

I see.

Okay, go to sleep. We'll talk later.

Close the door.

In a minute.

Okay.

This is it.

I know where it is.

Great. Let's go.

-Isn't it too late? -Rather too early.

I love my job.

Do you have reservations?

We want to see Lucky.

She's over there.

What does the police want from me?

-How did you-- -Your shoes.

People with shoes like yours can't afford my service.

Thus, you're the cops.

Were these people's shoes good enough?

Did you service them?

Yes to both questions.

What kind of service was that?

Oh, it was perfectly innocent.

They were winning at cards with my bust as a background.

What can you say about this man?

He was killed, by the way.

What?

He was killed.

The first time he came here was around six months ago.

His shoes were even worse than yours.

I brought him up to speed later.

He didn't know what to do with all this money.

He didn't play for the money. He was just doing his math.

Tarasov was also crazy about numbers.

But he was different. He was saving money.

Where did they play?

In a basement on Monina.

I can show you.

Thanks, Lucky.

My name is Ira, by the way.

And your patronymic?

Sergeyevna.

Like Pushkin's.

Vitaliy gave me this nickname.

He thought I brought him luck.

According to our data, the casino on Monina

belongs to David Shveytser, alias Porter.

Three arrests, no convictions.

The casino exists for over a year. No bet limit.

You can't get inside without recommendations.

We will get in.

It's not a problem to get in or shut it down.

Suppose we get this Shveytser arrested.

He'll be sentenced to one to five years, if he doesn't get away with it, of course.

But it won't help us solve the mathematicians' case.

What do you suggest?

Win a big sum from the casino.

Shveytser will want to get his money back and kill the lucky guy.

But he won't succeed this time.

Who is the lucky guy?

Ira, can you help me and my friend get into the casino?

Sure. But they won't let you in.

-The shoes? -The shoes and the rest of it.

You know what? Come tomorrow. I'll take care of you.

Can I bring someone else?

Someone else?

A girl. Her shoes are an even bigger disaster.

Okay.

Thanks.

My namesake looks content.

Don't waste it. The answer is no.

I don't understand.

I'll explain.

I told you why they killed the mathematicians.

One is still alive. He's in a coma.

You found the casino they beat.

You're smart enough for that.

But you aren't smart enough to prove it.

And, I'm sorry, you aren't smart enough to beat the casino,

even with my prompting.

So you decided that I will go and beat the casino.

Then they'll kill me, and you'll catch your perps.

So my answer is…

NO

Anna Nikolayevna, I realize I have no right to ask.

I just want you to know…

that I'd come with you in any case and make sure you didn't get hurt.

But this is your decision to make,

and no one can tell you if it's right or wrong.

The P vs NP problem.

Okay.

Well. I'm sinking lower and lower.

Anna Nikolayevna, we really need this.

This? Einstein's IQ was160, and I…

Even the highest IQ needs makeup.

A woman with zero IQ here.

You might be surprised but there are negative numbers, too.

Okay, where is the stylist?

It's me.

Irina Sergeyevna, the stylist.

Anna Nikolayevna, please be careful

or at least say you'll be careful.

They are in.

Be very careful.

We have a civilian there, a mathematician at that.

Everything is under control.

The casino has two exits. Both are under surveillance.

We have at least 30 minutes. Why don't we make out?

Forensic expert Sosnovskaya, slap senior lieutenant Goncharenko.

But only after the mission is over.

Yes, sir.

Good luck.

There is no such thing. It's just mathematics.

I hope I look stupid.

All in.

Full house.

Fold.

Fold.

Here.

Congratulations.

Well?

This is her 17th win.

We couldn't catch anything.

She has won over 5,000,000.

We changed the pack, we changed the croupier.

No use.

Viktor Stepanovich, we have problems again.

What's up?

Everything's quiet.

It has been over an hour.

I don't like this.

Someone has just arrived to the casino. Obviously, someone important.

He went through the back door.

What do we do?

We wait.

Check.

-All in. -All in.

It's time to wrap it up.

We have attracted their attention.

All in.

Fold.

Fold.

Fold.

Well?

All clean.

It can't be true.

I agree. It can't.

But she plays clean.

We should go.

We have already won a huge sum.

It's 8,146,000, and I won it, not us.

I just need 937 more, and we'll leave in style.

It will be exactly my teacher's salary for 777 years.

-We won't live that long. -But what a beautiful number.

More brandy, please.

Full house.

Congratulations. Full house.

Your card.

Congratulations. Straight flush.

I've never seen it before.

Wretch.

Congratulations.

-Now we can go. -Can we?

What shall I do?

She ruined me.

I've voiced my opinion.

What do I do?

It's up to you.

Ten million.

She's leaving.

They've been there for two hours. We need to do something.

Give us permission to start assault.

No. We wait.

She got lucky again. She could have broken her neck.

I twisted my heel.

It's your stylist's shoes.

Thank you.

What do we do?

They are coming out.

They are out.

Is everything okay?

Anna Nikolayevna, I understand but…

I don't know. She's walking barefoot.

What? Barefoot?

Maybe she lost everything, or it's a mathematician's thing.

-These? -These.

No. It's dangerous.

Wait here.

-What? -Don't move.

Don't move is about right.

That's it.

That's it?

Just as I promised. I was smart enough.

I want to take off this dress.

We're going home. I'll drive you.

Thanks.

Zurabov said we did well.

Colonel Zurabov…

…ordered me to slap you.

You look great in a dress.

In every sense.

Thank you.

I admit it,

casinos are illegal.

But I'm an honest man,

and she swindled me out of ten millions.

It's just my job.

Shveytser ordered to detain her.

You see, casino can't lose,

and I lost everything in these three months.

Yes, we suspected two other players,

but they stopped coming.

Tortured?

Killed?

Do you think I did it?

No, I didn't torture or kill anyone.

You don't have to believe me but I used to be an officer.

That's it, I won't say another word.

I want my lawyer.

-He denies everything. -What now?

Tarasov is out of his coma.

Goncharenko is showing him pictures

of Shveytser and his security head as we speak.

I hope he'll recognize them.

I bet I know what he said.

Yes?

Tarasov didn't recognize them.

He says there were two men but not these ones.

The younger one, a sadist, and a guy around 65, the boss.

The young guy called him Lucky.

Yes, son.

How do I know? Maybe he's sick.

Wait, son.

What's that guy's name? The one you wanted me to plant drugs on?

Wait! What drugs?

Where are you going?

I see you recognize me. Right, Ania?

All these years have taught you something.

You learned to stay silent.

But you shouldn't. Now is the time to talk.

Or you can just write down the algorithm.

I need the algorithm.

Okay, Mitia, listen to me. My son is sending you a link.

Mitia, I don't feel like joking.

It's a link to Viktor Schastlivtsev's photos.

Show them to Tarasov at once.

So it was you who killed those guys.

No, Ania, it wasn't me. It's the Kid.

Kid, come on.

But it wasn't the Kid's fault.

It's the guys who were reluctant to tell me what I needed to know.

And I needed only one thing.

The algorithm.

I always wanted to ask you, Viktor Stepanovich.

Why did you expel me back then?

You want the truth?

Because you dared to beat me,

and I can't stand to lose.

Remember the song, "Our life is a game"?

Yes, Ania, that's what our life is.

And I always won at it.

I was named Viktor for a reason.

Well, there were some rare exceptions,

but let's not dwell on the past.

I believe you've paid for that mistake in full.

Just don't make another one.

So you are a gambling addict.

You might call it that.

I've been gambling all my life.

But I'm a mathematician, Ania, just like yourself.

I know you can' beat the house.

So I consult the casinos, helping them figure out the idiots

who try to cheat their destiny for the sake of money.

Did he recognize him?

Great. I mean, too bad.

Send a tac team to the Mop's house.

It's not about the money, though.

These guys weren't cheating.

It was something else.

I made some inquiries.

I realized they figured out the cards distribution algorithm.

The 100% successful algorithm.

Mine. This algorithm has to be mine.

I wasn't wrong.

I'll show you what will happen to you.

But before that, Ania, I'll give you to him.

Men like him don't fall from the sky.

Stay away!

Stay away!

Stay away!

Do you hate me?

Lobachevski.

Thank you.