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Babe, have you seen my phone?
I just had it.

It's on there.
Oh.

SIGHS

How many times have we told him?
Drives me nuts.

Put it in the dishwasher.
That's from last night, I think.

Eurgh.
Mum, I can't find my football shirt.

Er, have you looked
in your wardrobe?

No, it's not there.
Radical suggestion - try the dryer.

So, you finish eating, and then
you put it inside this little box.

Oh, is that what you do (?)
It's a dishwasher.

Very funny (!)
Yeah.

SHE CHUCKLES

No. No. You are not wearing
fake eyelashes to school.

It's a health hazard.

Well, the glue's not dry.
I could go blind.

You're not. Get them off.

Breakfast, please.
Thanks, Mum.

You need to eat some breakfast.
Yeah, yeah. I will.

I'll take something with me.

Seriously, Katie,
please make sure you do.

I don't wanna be a nag.
Eat breakfast!

You are a nag.

You know those things
are banned at school.

HE CLEARS THROAT
Oh.

It'll have to dry on you.
Oh, wow!

Great advice, Mum (!)

Where's my scarf?
It was on the chair.

Er, have you tried the old pile
of death over there? Ugh!

I'm gonna sort it today.
I promise you.

Yeah, yeah.
I promise you.

Fiona.

MUSIC PLAYS

I need my green scarf, love.
I'm wearing it today.

KATE SIGHS
I'll swap you one of mine.

All right, fine.

No, I'll... I'll do it. Jesus, Mum.

You are so stressful.
Right!

I'll find you one.

Why do you always lock
everything away?

So long as you're not dealing drugs.

How do you think I bought
our massive mansion?

FIONA CHUCKLES
Don't lose it.

Love you.
DOOR CLOSES

OK. I've gotta go.
Oi, you.

This.
Oh, thank you.

So, what is it this time, huh?

Convertible Jag in Monte Carlo
or a mosque in Istanbul or...?

Hilarious. Bye, kids! Be good.

Charming (!) I'll miss you.

Get a room!

Eyelashes off, you, now.

They're off!
Bye.

Love you.
Love you.

OVER PHONE: 'We have clear skies.
Echo now in cigar shop.'

OK. I've got you
some prickly pear jam.

You said you wanted
something Maltese.

'No hostiles in the area.'

Well, it was either that
or cactus liqueur.

'We'll have eyes on her
when she leaves the cigar shop.'

Yeah, I don't think so.

BELL RINGING

'Eyes on Echo on the agreed route.

'CCTV cameras are all clear
at the church.'

OK. Call you later.

Bye.

TEXT WOOSHES

CHUCKLES

DOOR OPENS,
CLOSES

It's a beautiful church, isn't it?
Very beautiful.

Do you have the cigars?

200 hours of battery life.

Right thumb here.

Only works for you.

Spare batteries here.

We'll send you a message
if you need to put one in.

So, what's the gossip in the villa?

Not much.

Igor's on the phone all day.

I was right about Mikhail.

He's got something going on
with Matti.

The PA? Hm.

I've been watching them.

You're doing great, Lena.

How's my brother?

We'll have him moved to the border
any day now.

This is his way out, and yours.

Just focus on that.

Igor likes to boast,

and we want to know
about Moscow's ops in Europe.

Igor makes me nervous.

He's on holiday with his family.

He's got nothing
to be suspicious about.

You should go.

Are we good?

We're good.

Hi.

She's getting out of the car.

GATE OPENS

She's inside the villa.

I'm back.
VIDEO GAME PLAYS

Sandro, time to put it away.

I've got to kill the dragon.

Well, you don't want these, then?

SANDRO GASPS
Yes!

Just how you like it.
Thanks, Matti.

Pleasure.
MIKHAIL CHUCKLES

SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN

Oh!

IN RUSSIAN:

English, guys, even on vacation.
All of us.

He has to learn.

Mikh. Mm. I'm off for my massage.
Already?

Mm-hm.
I got your aloe vera.

You're an angel. Thank you.

Please make sure Sandro
does all his French homework.

Of course.
Don't make a fuss.

Grandpa has to work, too.

Did you hear your mother?

No excuses.
Alors?

Lecon de francais, huh?

♪ Haut les mains, peau de lapin... ♪
PHONE RINGS

INDISTINCT REPLY

Why do I need to learn French?
French and English.

Well, English is more universal
than French,

so why do I need to learn French?

Well... what other reasons
could there be?

Maybe if we ever go to France.

BEEPING
But we are not going to France.

Hold tight.
'Why do you want me to learn?'

BEEPING CONTINUES

THEY SPEAK IN RUSSIAN

IGOR SIGHS,
MIKHAIL TALKS IN RUSSIAN

Moscow centre, live from Malta.

ALL SIGH IN RELIEF

BOTH CHUCKLE

You look very handsome.

I feel like Caesar
walking to the Senate.

You know how many times
he was stabbed? 23.

Same number of ministers
in my Cabinet.

Ryan definitely leaks.

Trust me,
or at least Melissa does anyway.

Isn't that what special advisers
are for?

Excuse me, Minister,

that is an outrageous accusation
from you, thank you very much.

So, listen.

If Ryan comes in hard on
the small boats, then pull him up.

He needs to roll his tanks
off your lawn, OK?

You know how he loves playing
to the crowd.

But you're the bloody
Home Secretary, for God's sake.

This is your patch, not his.
Tell that to the Prime Minister.

He lets Ryan walk all over him.

Yeah, but that's just because
he's popular, isn't it?

I mean, look,
dear old Anthony, bless him,

he never really learned
the art of PR, did he?

He's too old-school.
That's why I trust him.

Trust me, it's not...
It's gonna backfire on him, OK?

FAINT CHATTERING

I've requested a bilat
with the French in Lisbon, Anthony.

Would you like me to raise Dover?

Not to the ground, obviously,
though it's tempting.

Imogen.
Prime Minister.

Thank you, Ryan.

Right. To business.

OVER CALL: 'I'm responsible
for all foreign operations.

'You're a week in,
and I find out about it now?'

The head of Russia desk
has operational independence.

I learnt that from you, Zak.

'Not when I'm learning
about your ops

'from the accounts department.'

Getting ears close to their chief
was always the Holy Grail for us.

'Agreed, but right now,

'Malta's a red zone,
oligarch central.

'And you said it.

'You're running an op against
the chief of Russian intelligence

'while he's on holiday,

'which they would consider
highly provocative.

'If Igor rumbles your agent...'
He won't.

And the potential intelligence
outweighs the risks.

'Potential?'

IRINA: 'You can't give him
so much ice cream all the time.

'Like, what do you want?
Him be a sugar boy or something?'

MIKHAIL: 'He's on holiday.

'Come, it's OK.

'If you're a good boy,
you can have an ice cream.'

'To justify an op like this,

'Igor would have to be trading
top-grade insights with his son.

'Who's your agent in there anyway?'

She's Mikhail Borodin's
Russian nanny.

'Who is she?'
She's an orphan.

She's scared shitless her kid
brother's about to be conscripted.

I'm offering them an escape route.

'A bloody risky one.

'All I can say is
it had better be worth it.

'If nothing turns up,
I'm pulling the plug in three days.'

JULIE EXHALES

What about Gus? How's he getting on?

STUART, OVER PHONE: 'Well,
he's been dropped, bless him.'

Oh. Why would they do that?
Why would they drop him?

I thought he was
one of the best players in the team.

'I know. I might have exaggerated
a little bit.

'Come on,
it's a father's prerogative.'

Igor's got a visitor.

Sounds busy there.
'Yeah, I've gotta go.

'I'll call you later.'

OK, bye.

So, we've got a new arrival.

IN RUSSIAN:

IGOR CHUCKLES,
SHE SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN

Rewind it.

THEY SPEAK IN RUSSIAN,
IGOR CHUCKLES

Again.

I think that's Kyril Markov.

Jesus.

You think he's here to talk UK ops?
That's all he's ever worked on.

He's not on holiday.

He's got to be bringing intel
from London.

He's a ruthless bastard.

CLICKING

Kyril!
SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN

Your wife prefers English.
Where's your suntan, huh?

You need to get out of Finland.
You're turning into a European.

Well, look,
this must be a bit of a relief

after the Moscow gloom, huh?

Beautiful weather.
Let me get you a drink, huh?

Let's go.
Have they shown you around?

Yes.
Have you seen the guest house here?

'My father had it built last year.'

Ah, they're out of range.

OK, so that's the cigar box
on the move again.

'You remember that holiday
in Moldavia?

'Oh, that was really something.
I've never... Oh, Lena.

'Lena.'

Lenochka. This is Kyril Markov.

He's a close friend of the family.

Kyril, this is our nanny, Lena.

Nice to meet you, Mr Markov.
Kyril. The pleasure's mine.

'She's been with us
for two years now.

'Speaks fluent Finnish.'
IGOR: 'Kyril.'

You want a cigar?
Why not?

IRINA: You may go, darling.
Thank you.

Mikhail,
may I have a cognac, please?

MIKHAIL: The cigars are bought
by the ministry

to keep my father happy.
CHUCKLES

Ah, breathe.
Went Mexican.

Oh, yeah!
Starving.

So, Irina's gone to bed,
and the men are a bottle in.

Wine or vodka?
Both. Igor's showing off his cellar.

Yeah. That's good.

It'll loosen them up.
What's the chat?

Well, someone somewhere's
got cancer.

In their ranks?

No, it sounds like a politician.

Put it on speaker.
Yeah.

KYRIL, IN RUSSIAN:

MIKHAIL:

IGOR:

KYRIL:

IGOR:

"Mol", "the Moth" - Putin.
Play it back.

MIKHAIL:

IGOR:

So, who's the poor bastard in
our Cabinet with pancreatic cancer?

Someone close to the top, or at it.

If Anthony Fletcher had cancer,
wouldn't we know about it?

Nothing stays secret
in Whitehall for long. No.

Not unless this is all a bit...
convenient.

We're three days from calling time,
and Moscow suddenly hands us

the intelligence coup
of the century?

How could they've known we'd listen?
Our security was bulletproof.

We'll have to go home
and put it in front of Zak.

Fuck me.
Good luck with that.

How long have we got left
on the battery?

Er, a day, at most.

What you thinking?
Do you wanna tell Echo to change it?

It's a lot riskier
with Kyril in there.

Let's see how this plays out,
and then I'll make the call.

The stakes are higher now.

We'll need more to convince Zak.

GUARD: Morning.

LIFT CHIMES

LIFT CHIMES

Bit early, even for you.
Well, it's a big day.

If this checks out,
it's gonna be the op of the decade.

Let's hope so. I don't think
Zak's a fan of bombshells.

Yeah, or rising stars. Good luck!

No.

Fuck me, no!

I'm sorry, Kate, but I think
it's a classic Moscow play.

There's no evidence they know
we've got ears in the villa.

We spent eight months
setting this up.

Our security was bulletproof.
I believe you.

But Russia's dangled hooks like this
to every agency in the West.

I'm just trying to follow
the facts, Zak.

Which might actually be
misinformation.

Igor and Kyril Markov hook you in
and plant the idea

they've got a spy at the top
of the British political system.

We spend the next ten years
chasing a ghost.

Or it's true,
and we've just got wind of it.

MPs are easy enough targets
for entrapment.

CHUCKLES

Well, that's a line for C's
next select committee appearance.

I'm sure he'd enjoy telling
the Foreign Secretary, our boss,

that he's one of the people in
pole position to be a Russian spy.

Look, I understand your caution.

I know how you got played
when you were head of my desk.

Every agent runner's been played.

And I don't want the same thing
to happen to you.

That's why I'm in this office.

Can't we just ask the PM directly
if he's ill and rule it out?

Sure. "We hear you're dying,
Anthony. Could you confirm that?'

Well, I'm gonna have to insist
the raw intel from Malta

goes into the PM's overnight brief.

That's C's call.
Yeah, I know.

But if it is misinformation,
wouldn't he want to know about it?

Nice play.
You'll make a Whitehall warrior yet.

Check in with Rose
and go over your security.

I'll need your debrief in 48 hours.

Then I want the op wound up.

If you have been compromised or
your girl in Malta's set you up...

Echo didn't set us up.
I know my agent.

Leave Julie there
to keep an eye on her.

Until you've triple-checked
your sources,

no political investigations
on home turf.

Understood?

Understood.

Fuck!

48 hours? How generous (!)

Well, we all know
how badly he wants C's job.

First Muslim chief of MI6.

Even so, Rose,
he's being bloody obstructive.

Zak's always felt the world
is against him, not unfairly.

Well, if I try and stall him,

he'll just throw his toys
out of the pram.

So we need to buy more time.

OK, write up your report,
send it to me first.

As head of security, I'm busy,

so I won't be able to give you
an answer for, what, three days?

Then I'll need another one or two
to digest it.

I wanna give the SO's expert view
the consideration it deserves.

That should give you about a week
to verify your intel.

Thanks, Rose.
Good.

Oh, could you speak
to your guys in Moscow

about advancing Echo's brother
to the start line?

I think we might need to begin his
extraction sooner than we thought.

I can,
but Zak will need to sign it off.

Mm.
ROSE SIGHS

I'll try and work my magic.

I owe you... as always.

DOOR OPENS
Hi.

Julie just called.
The mic battery's dead.

Oh, Christ.
What do you wanna do?

Want me to tell Echo to change it?

Yeah.
Are you sure?

We haven't got a choice.

We don't know who they've
compromised in the Cabinet yet. OK.

So, how was Zak?
Wait, don't tell me.

We now have permission
to investigate the entire Cabinet.

We do not.
Zak thinks they saw us coming.

He can't just refuse to believe
something might be true

because it's too explosive.

He can, and he has.

I-I've been over
the op security again.

Yeah, there's no red flags.
Yeah, I told him that.

Ah, the Home Secretary?
Mm-hm.

She's smart, female, Black.

It's not an obvious choice
for Moscow, which is why I like it.

DOOR OPENS
Yeah.

Stuart and I are having dinner
with her tonight. Are you?

Might just ask her
about the PM's health,

seeing as I'm off duty.
Hm.

Are you gonna talk to C?

No, no, no.
Not while Zak's holding out.

You should shut that down
before he sees it.

No investigating any MPs.
WHISPERS: Express orders.

Right, of course.

But just in the event
that I was stuck here

late at night, bored...

I had no idea you were such
an insubordinate pain in the arse.

EXHALES DEEPLY

PHONE VIBRATES

Hello.

Irina tells me you're
from Saint Petersburg, like me.

Yes, originally.

I moved to Helsinki
with Mikhail and Irina. Really?

So you speak Finnish?

Mm. Maybe we can find some job
for you in the service.

Not so well.

Sandro speaks better than I do.

Uh-huh. Shame.
But your English really good.

It's a fucking stupid language.

Never mean what you think.
Just like Brits.

Never mean what they say.
HE CHUCKLES

Lenochka.
Don't pay attention to him.

He thinks he's God's gift to women.

HE CHUCKLES

You need a proper drink, asshole.
He is an asshole.

The Petrus is open in your honour.
Just you and me.

♪ Da-da-da-da-da! ♪

Lenochka, we'll save you a glass.

You look like you need something
to cheer you up, hm?

Don't take it personally.

He's just an old dinosaur.

SHE SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN

Hello?

Oh, God.

Hiya, love.
SHE SIGHS

I'm sorry to hear
about the football team.

It's their loss.
HE GRUNTS

It's no worries.
Fiona made her pasta?

I had cereal.
Don't blame you.

STUART: Come on. Come now!
How was work?

Was fine. It's good to be back.

You were away?
SHE CHUCKLES

FIONA: I don't know
why you're yelling.

You literally asked me
to make dinner!

I asked you to make dinner,

and now I'm asking you to tidy up
the mess that you've made.

Oh, give me five minutes.
I'm doing my mascara.

Can you give me some privacy, please?

OK, so, privacy is a privilege
that you get

when you fulfil the agreements
that we've made.

Do you understand?
Mum... Mum said...

Mum said what?

That you'd agreed to baby-sit
tonight, yeah?

Yeah, I'll be down in five minutes.
Ahhh. Hurry up.

She claims that you said

that she could go out
three nights a week.

No, I said it depends on the week.

She'd make a good politician,
wouldn't she? Yeah.

Did she tell you about Jay?
No.

Who's Jay?
Who?

Her new boyfriend,
who she wants to see... tonight.

Can we just leave it for now,
please? No.

I'm not having her lie to us.
Let's pick our battles.

We need to go out any minute.
You need to get changed.

Fiona, please come
and tidy up this...

SOFTLY: ..bloody mess.

MAN SPEAKS IN POLISH

OVER HEADSET:
'Cut our defence spending...'

Yeah, go on, then.
'..end of the Cold War.

'We all hoped there would be
a peace dividend...'

BOTH CHUCKLE SOFTLY

'And that all Europe remains...'
Shh, shh.

'We in Poland did not cut
our defence spending.

'We had the same hopes,

'but they were tempered
by experience.

'We have a powerful neighbour...'

I knew it.
SHE CHUCKLES

KATE AND STUART: Thank you.

So, who's this Jay?

Oh, I don't know,
some boy from school.

What, is it...?
Is that her boyfriend, or what?

I think so.
Well, how old is he?

You ask her about it, then!
Fucking hell.

THEY LAUGH

How's the stabbing in Cabinet?
Front or back?

IMOGEN SIGHS
It's both.

Today, Ryan was rolling out
his "tribune of the people" schtick

before swanning off
to the NATO summit.

Oh, God.
So where does that leave you?

Making all the boring, centrist
arguments nobody wants to listen to.

Why doesn't the PM rein him in?
Mm. He used to.

He's lost his stuffing a bit.
Is that a new thing?

Didn't you say that he was a bit,
erm, off recently?

Did I? Don't remember that.

Whitehall amnesia.
PHONE VIBRATES

Maybe Jane's got him
on the same diet Imo made me do.

CHUCKLING

You'll thank me this summer
when it's time to get your legs out.

Well, if she has, it's working.

He's definitely lost weight.
Oh! Harry!

Shit, I'm sorry.
I don't think that's gonna do it.

Come with me.
I'm an expert in damage limitation.

She actually is.
Sorry, that's her favourite shirt.

Yeah, you're in trouble.
I'm dead.

I need some salt.
Yes.

Put it on like that.
THEY CHUCKLE

Is everything all right?
Yes.

Just knackered for a change.

Harry seems on good form, though.
Mm.

How's his charity doing?
Barely afloat.

Steering kids away from knife crime
can't compete with homeless donkeys.

Sounds tough.
Yeah.

I'm trying to find time for him
along with everything else, but...

I don't know how you do it.
Who says I do?

So, all the press are at Number Ten

for an emergency statement
from the PM.

Oh, Lord.
Yeah.

'So, if you're just joining us

'and you're wondering
what it is you are looking at,

'we are waiting
for this emergency statement

'by the Prime Minister.'

TV CONTINUES DISTANTLY

'Here he is.
He's just coming out now.

'So let's hear
what the Prime Minister has to say

'to the country.'

Look at the state of him.
'Good evening.

'I'm sorry to have called you here
at such short notice.

'But today,
I received some unwelcome news.

'Three weeks ago, I was diagnosed
with pancreatic cancer.

'And this afternoon,

'I learnt that my prognosis
is less... positive than I hoped.'

Anyone who has occupied
this great office will testify

that one can never be
a part-time Prime Minister.

So I feel I owe it to you all
to offer my resignation.

Holy shit.
IMOGEN SIGHS

I will remain in place
until a new leader is chosen.

Given my condition...

I have asked the party
to shorten the process

of electing that leader...
to one week.

'It has been the privilege of
my life to have served my country.'

THEY CHUCKLE SOFTLY

MAN SPEAKS IN POLISH

PHONE CHIMING

SOFTLY: Where are you going?
It's an emergency. Back in an hour.

Ryan...
Turn on the news, Melissa.

MUTTERING

'From the bottom of our hearts,
Jane and I thank you.

'Thank you.'
JOURNALISTS CLAMOUR

HARRY: Poor Anthony.
Yeah, no, it's... it's so sad.

Listen, we need to get to work now.

We've got five days, OK?
Give me a minute, Stuart.

It must be a hell of a shock.

Yeah, the resignation is, but...

...he told me he had cancer
a couple of days ago.

Sorry, he swore me to secrecy.
Just you or the whole Cabinet?

He said he was only telling
a few people.

That's understandable.
Yeah.

DIALLING TONE
Come on. Come on.

PHONE VIBRATING
Sorry. Got to take this.

'Hey. Are you still with Imogen?'
SOFTLY: Yeah, what's up?

'So, our intel was real.
And guess what?'

It looks like Lev Amatov
made a hefty donation

to her husband's charity
the year before last.

I thought he used to fund
the Tories?

'Yeah, well, the man's got
his fingers everywhere.'

Yeah, it looks like it.

She just told me
donations were down.

How much did he give?

Oh, you know, just 200 grand.

'Look, a hundred at first
and then another six months later.'

N-Now I've gone and I've checked
the Commons register.

She didn't declare either of 'em.
Jesus.

PHONE VIBRATES

I've got to go.
Talk to you tomorrow.

'Yeah, OK.'

That was Fi.
Apparently, it's past our curfew.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

All right, well,
I'll draft something tonight.

I'll send it over and see how
you feel in the morning.

All right. Thank you.
All right.

Thank you.
Bye, thank you.

Bye, Harry.

Did you know the PM was ill?
No. No, no, she didn't mention it.

Was that really Fi
who called you just then?

It was Zak.
About the PM?

I can't say. Sorry.

You and your secrets. Here we go.

Do you think Imogen will run?

She didn't seem that enthusiastic.
Tell me about it.

You could literally write a book
on her imposter syndrome.

End of the day,
who would you rather have as PM -

her or Ryan bloody Walker?
Yeah.

FAINT CHATTERING

CHUCKLING

FAINT CONVERSATION

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

Lena.

Igor requests
the pleasure of your company.

So I thought...
I should come instead.

He's pretty wasted.

Tell him... thanks,
but Sandro can't sleep

unless he says good night to
his favourite football players. Ha.

Kids.

Sweet dreams, huh?

I'm awake.

Thanks for baby-sitting.

You sell lots of drugs?
Not enough to retire.

So, tell me about this Jay.
How old is he?

We're not having sex,
if that's what you're asking.

I'm old enough to know
what I'm doing.

I'd rather you told me the truth...
even if it's not what I wanna hear.

People who say that
never actually mean it.

THEY CHUCKLE

Love you.
Love you too.

Night-night.
Night-night.

PHONE CHIMES

FAINT CHATTERING

Rather quiet in here...
for an impending leadership crisis.

The calm before the storm.

Let's hope it's merely a squall.

Come this way.

Sorry I'm late. I was on with Rose.

You're bang on time.

Apart from my wife,

I only told the Home Secretary
and the Foreign Secretary.

Both have given me their word
they said nothing to anybody.

If Moscow knows about it,

they must have hacked
my medical records,

which suggests a serious data leak.

So far, GCHQ have found no evidence
of any data leak, Prime Minister,

though it is early days.

We're about to enter a highly
sensitive leadership election.

Do you seriously think

what Mrs Henderson overheard
in Malta was pure coincidence?

Or did Moscow get wind
of her operation

and decide to use it against her?

It does seem rather convenient.

The last thing we need are
allegations of Russian collusion.

We all know what happened
in America.

Any hint you're investigating
anyone in the Cabinet for treason,

and the... the well is poisoned.

With respect, Prime Minister,
it's already been poisoned.

We've openly pro-Kremlin elements
in the US and parts of Europe.

And rumours like this
will wreak havoc here,

hence my deadline
on the leadership campaign.

I appreciate that...
It was something like this

that permanently damaged
American democracy.

I will not let it happen here.

I appreciate that, Prime Minister.

But if a minister running
for the leadership has been bribed

or blackmailed,
we'd be catastrophically exposed -

nuclear codes, strategic intentions,
pulling out of NATO.

I am aware of the dangers.

I'm also told
this is all the hallmarks

of a sophisticated
misinformation operation.

But, Sir, it would be foolish
of us... No, enough. Enough, please.

Before I authorise an investigation
into any leading politician,

I'll need concrete evidence.

The man's got months to live.

He doesn't need a lecture
in international politics.

Yesterday, you said his illness
was misinformation.

ZAK SIGHS
Yes.

So it's wrong to state the dangers
of ignoring intelligence?

No, it just doesn't mean

that a member of his Cabinet
is a Russian spy.

All right, enough.

We back our agents
and our intelligence.

We serve our political masters too.
You'd both do well to remember that.

Sandro's been asking a lot
about his friend from school.

Who? The Iranian?
Yeah.

Sandro, no phones at the table.

PHONE RINGS
Oh, it's mine, sorry.

MIKHAIL: No comment.
Listen to your nyanya, not like me.

SANDRO: I'm not a baby.
Sandro!

CHUCKLING

Look, you make her smile,
like a sun coming out.

That's what my mother used to say.
Really?

Mikhail... sign her off tonight.

She needs some good rest.

I'm not the boss here. Sandro?
Sure.

Thank you, Sandro.
IRINA: What do you say, Sandro?

Get revenge.
Yes.

He's always winning.

Whenever we play,
Sandro always wins.

I don't know. It's kind of strange.

INDISTINCT CHATTING

Deal me in.

FAINT CHATTING

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