All language subtitles for 2019_The.Blacklist.S07E09_Orion Relocation Services

Say "DC"!

How's that one look?

Oh, I'm sure
it's fine, hon.

Oh, you say that
and then my eyes
aren't open,

or my hair's in the...
No, it's a keeper.

Definitely one for
all that new wall space.

Ahh!
Hm. I have a feeling

we're not gonna spend
much time in the new place.

Greg, I thought
you were retiring.

Are you still
going to fly?

Well, not as a pilot.
As a passenger.

Ah.
I get a little itchy

if I'm in one place
for too long.

I hear you.
Yeah.

He wants to see the world,
friends be damned.

Yeah.
As if we had any.

We hardly knew
the neighbors.

Well, you have each other.

What other friends
do you need?

You know,
I have a few items
for you to sign.

Should we go inside?
Mmm-hmm. Yeah.

* I'm bound for Shady Grove

Your things will be
waiting for you safely

when you arrive in DC.

Thank you.

You have made this a cinch.

Yeah, Stella.
Thank you, really.

As we say at Orion,
good luck...

Oh!
...wherever fate takes you.

Yes!

Oh!

* Shady Grove, my little love

* Shady Grove, my darlin',
Shady Grove... *

I have secured
your match.

She's retired, no family.

He's a former airline pilot.

They lead very quiet lives

and they are moving
to DC this week.

So, we have names.

Yes. Madeline Tolliver
and Gregory Flynn.

Madeline.

Like the children's book.
How sweet.

I'll be in touch.

Yes. Thank you.

Well, Berdy, it appears
you and I are going
to be neighbors

with Miss Keen after all.

Come on, munchkin! Hurry!

The Saltmans are waiting!
Again.

Carpool drama?

Punctuality is not
her strong suit yet,

but she could write a book
on transitional objects.

I mean, she won't go anywhere
without it.

Is that right?
I'm gonna see her off,

but I'll be back in a sec

if you want to come by
for coffee.

The doll
has the mic in it.

Now how are we gonna
get our intel?
And...

Please don't say
from Dr. Quackenstein.

Skovic's methods
are unconventional,

but they're effective.

He'll get Ilya to talk,
and when he does,

we'll have all
the intel we need.

Are you familiar
with RMT, Mr. Koslov?

Recovered Memory Therapy?

It's quite, uh,
unconventional.

Some would even go so far
as to call it junk science,

but I believe
it is the future.

And it is also our way
into the past.

Uh, for your session,
I will be using a cocktail

of pharmaceuticals
and hypnotherapy

to place you in a lucid
waking dream state.

Mmm.

There are,
of course...risks,

but that is why we will
be keeping you sedated.

Now, your friend
would like...

...for you to go back
to 1991.

Let's go back

to the day
when Katarina Rostova

reached out to you

to let you know she was alive.

Perfect timing!

For what?

Coffee. I was, uh...

Sorry. I was expecting
someone else.

Oh.

Well, we wouldn't want
good coffee

to go to waste, would we?

I don't know how,
but that woman...

...stayed well ahead of me.

She got to Steinhil,

she's apprehended
a dear friend of mine.

You said she's after
certain information.

Does he have it?

He does.

And she'll do most anything
to get it from him.

You don't have to
do this.

I'm afraid I do, love.

We have
very little time,

but thanks to her hawaladar,
we have a lead.

Orion Relocation Services.

She paid them to give her
a new identity,

a new home, new life.

I don't know where she is
or who she's pretending to be,

but Orion Relocation
Services, they do.

Who is she...
the woman in Paris?

You still haven't
told me her name.

The man she's taken,
he's like a brother to me.

I deserve to know.

She's going after
the people you care about.

She's hurting your friend.

If she can hurt him,
she can hurt us.

Did something happen?
Were you threatened?

I thought the FBI
had you under
protective surveillance.

This company,
Orion Relocation Service,

tell me about them.

Until now,
Reddington's
heard whispers,

ghost stories
about the people

who helped the worst
of the worst disappear,

assassins, traitors,

the woman who abducted him
in Paris.

We find them, he finds her.
How convenient for him.

Yes, he gets
what he wants,
but in exchange,

we get to ID criminals
Orion has hidden
in plain sight.

And arrest a company
of murderers.

Orion doesn't just give
their clients fake IDs.

They kill innocent people

and give
their identities
to their clients.

So if Reddington
already knows Orion's name,

why can't he find them
himself?

"Orion" is a DBA,
a financial shell
he can't crack.

What he does have is a name,
one of Orion's clients,

a thief looking
for a new identity,
Sofia Burke.

I need to escape,
go where I can't be found.

Believe me,
where I'm sending you,

no one will ever look.

All right.
Burke's a jewel thief.

Milan. Hong Kong.
The Tel Aviv Diamond Exchange.

Now, her whereabouts
are unknown,

but it looks like
her partner took the fall

when they tried to steal
the Dresden Green,

the world's largest
green diamond.

Appears he's awaiting trial
at the MDC in Brooklyn.

Maybe that's why
she wants a new ID.

She's worried this partner
is gonna flip on her.

Let's hope she's right.

Take Park to Brooklyn
and find out.

Agent Keen.

So, uh, this came for you
through the Hoover Building.

Okay.
Agnes said she saw

a dead body in the park
the other day.

Oh, my God. That...
That must have
been terrifying.

Yeah. She was
pretty shaken up.

Her nanny
didn't see anything,

but there was
a birthday party
in the park,

and the Park Department
gave me the name

of the family
who rented the field.

Did they see anything?
The mom did,

but she was too freaked out
to make a positive ID.

So I'm hoping
I can get one

from the video of
the birthday party here.

Hang on. Hang on.
There.

Go back.

He's carrying.

Any idea who they are?

No, but I'm gonna
find out.

Ilya...

I know your instinct
will be to fight, but...

I want you to know
the harder that you fight,

the more relaxed
you will become.

The more you fight,
the more you surrender.

It's as if
you are floating.

And as you float,
all that fight escapes you.

It floats, too.
Floating away.

I want you
to breathe in

and out.

In...

And out.

Making the image of yourself
more present, more clear.

Focus on that image
of yourself.

It's not you today.

It's you in 1991.

A young man.

On the day you learned

Katarina Rostova
was still alive.

Look at yourself

as that young man.

Can you see him, Ilya?

He's there.

He's you.

I'm going to ask you
to open your eyes,

and when you do,

the image of that young man
will become incredibly clear.

You're going to
open your eyes now.

Are you ready?

Three...

Two...

One.

Is it clear enough
for facial recognition?

Aram says no.

I've circulated the image
to every FBI office worldwide

to see if anyone
can ID the man.

Three operatives,
a dead body, and Agnes.

I wish I believed that
could be a coincidence.

If these guys
work for the woman

who abducted Reddington,
then who's the dead man?

And if the dead man works
for her, then who killed him?

We can't know
until we find Burke.

Did her partner
give us a lead?

He gave us the name of the man
who fences her jewels.

Richard Potash.

Yes. Liquidate everything.

Accounts, stocks, T-bills.

Reddington knows
Potash by reputation

and gastronomic preference.
It seems there's

an underground
restaurant scene,
and he frequents it.

Reddington's meeting him
there.
Then so am I.

If he can lead us
toward anyone involved

in sending those men
after my kid,

I want to hear it first.

Oh, my.

I must say,
I'm very intrigued.

I bartered a long weekend
at my pied-a-terre
in Montmartre

for the invitation
plus-one.

This chef, Rasmus Ray,

is something of an outlier
in food circles.

No restaurant, no menu.

Plenty of
youthful
innovation.

Apparently he only
hosts these dinners

when inspiration strikes,

which bodes well
for our evening.

I'm only interested
in finding Burke's fence.

Ah. Colonel.

Looking dashing,
as always.

Who's that?

Just some colonel.

I believe that
that's our fence.

Mr. Potash.

I hear you're the man
to see about a thief.

Pardon me?
Do I know you?

Not yet, but we're
about to make each other

unholy amounts of money.
Are we, now?

I don't know how to make
any other kind.

Raymond Reddington.

The Raymond Reddington?

And this is
the Lydia Dart.

- A friend and client.
- As well as an art lover.

I understand you dabble
in art yourself.

I've been said
to have resources.

What might it be
that you're looking
to acquire?

Fellows, gals,
non-binary pals.
I'm Chef Rasmus Ray.

Welcome to Comestible.

Please have a seat.

In food,
our eyes betray us.

With visual cues.

With predisposed
expectations

of color and...
And texture.

The brain is...
Is programmed to choose food

that will give our bodies
the greatest nutrients.

The vibrant greens
of vegetables,

the rich reds of meat.

To counter this,
the brain rejects food

it perceives as dangerous...

Spotted, softening fruit,

strong-smelling fish,
discolored meat.

When you avoid something
on your plate,

chances are you're avoiding it
because of a past experience.

But tonight,

we dine without prejudice.

Tonight we dine
on pure flavor.

Tonight we dine...

...in the dark.

Is this for real?

Well, it certainly
just got interesting.

Ilya?

Ilya, can you hear me?

Yes.

Can you tell me
what you see?

I see her.

With me.

How do you feel?

I'm relieved.

I thought she was gone.

I went into
the ocean to end my life.

I heard about Cape May.

The drowning.
Her suicide.

But there was no suicide.

No. No.

Do you remember
what happened that night?

She made contact
at the embassy.

The world
thinks you're dead.

I thought you were dead.

We did
the right thing.

I've nothing
but love for you.

She was in trouble.
She needed help.

What trouble?

Tell me about the trouble.
You helped her, right?

She was being hunted.

By the KGB.

The Cabal.

The Americans.

Her father helped
get us out of Russia.

- But it wasn't enough.
- I am marked.

She needed to disappear.

Needed a plan.

Tell me about that plan.

You're losing him.

He's resisting the memory.

Ilya? The plan.

Tell me what you remember
about that plan.

- No one knows.
- Impossible.

A fugitive and traitor
to his country.

Reddington's dead.

I don't think
you're entirely grasping
what I'm suggesting.

What are you suggesting?

Becoming Reddington.

Purposefully stepping
into the shoes of a man

and destined to be condemned
as a traitor.

But how?

That would be impossible.

What if it's not?

We devised a plan
to steal the money

used to frame Reddington,
and disappear.

But the plan,
it didn't work.

Not like we thought.

No. Help me to remember.

The plan.

Who did it involve?

It was myself,

Katarina,

Dr. Koehler.

And the person
under the knife,

the man who walked
into the banks

and impersonated Reddington,

tell me what you
remember about him.

He's guarding the memory.

Even in this state,
he knows there is a secret

he should not reveal.

Who was
impersonating him, Ilya?

- Stop! I need to bring him out.
- No! Not yet.

No. His blood pressure's
through the roof!

I need to push Lidocaine.
Then stop! Let him rest.

But we are not
bringing him out.

I think
dining in the dark

probably does
enhance the senses.

Is annoyance a sense?

For the next dish,

Brandywine tomatoes
with a Dungeness crab

and a seaweed-lemon granite.

I understand
that Sofia Burke

made a run
at the Dresden Green.

She tried and failed.

Mmm!
Chateau d'Yquem.

My uvula is positively
quivering.

We want her to try again.

You can get in touch
with her. We can't.

Whether she tries
again or not is not
my concern.

I wonder
if a healthy finder's fee

would make it your concern.

I'll need to make a call.

And after this,
the piece de resistance,

the winged veal
of the Russian Far East.

Served extra rare.

That is the sound
of the Blakiston fish owl,

the largest, most exotic,

and endangered
of the owl species.

Endangered?

Let us know
if you would prefer a slice

of the wing, breast,
or all-seeing eye.

Nobody touches the bird.
What's wrong with you people?

There are only 400
of these little guys
left in the world,

and you're
gonna eat this one?

You want to eat something?
Eat a cow!

There are millions of them
wandering around.

Better yet, eat a rabbit.
They're delicious!

Low impact on
the environment, sustainable.

I mean, hell,
they hump like...

Well, like rabbits.

Uh, but our little
feathered friend here...

...is coming with me.

Chef?

Lydia?

Smile, everyone.

You just spared
a magnificent creature.

She's late.

Somewhere you need to be?

I'm expecting a call.

A personal one, I hope.

I'm sure it's been
difficult since Tom.

But you have Agnes now.

You should be looking forward,
not back.

You deserve
a bigger life.

Oh.
In your dreams, handsome.

Sofia Burke!

Your reputation
precedes you.

As does yours.
Which is why I'm here.

I wanted
to pay you the courtesy
of turning you down

in person.

I tried stealing
the Dresden once.

I won't try again.

I don't want you to.

Potash said you did.

Please.

Would you care for
some tea or coffee?

No. Thank you.

We're looking for
some information

about Orion
Relocation Services.

Never heard of them.

Perhaps this will
jog your memory.

Excuse me.

Tell me how it all works.

Hello?

Agent Keen.
Harris Gentry.

I work in transnational
organized crime
out of Baltimore.

Yes, I was expecting
your call.

I understand you identified
the man in the photo
I circulated.

So, they find
someone who's planning
to move.

Same age, ethnicity.

Loners or people
without family.

In my case, a woman escaping
from an abusive relationship

who wants to disappear.

So you can step
into the identity

of someone
no one can find.

Is that what
this is about?

You want a new identity?

How do you contact them?

They initiate contact,
use burners.

Tell me what I need to know
when I need to know it.

Did they tell you
your new identity?

I'm paying
for information.

So far, you've given me
relatively little.

Denise Young.
That's my new name.

I don't know
how to reach her.

It was a pleasure
meeting you.

Don't spend it all
in one place.

And this Tommy Petrov.
You're sure
he's Russian mafia?

Guy's
a brigadier in the Vory.

Answered to Motya Morozov.

"Answered"?
He was hit.

We don't know why.
I was hoping you did.

Denise Young.

To find Ilya,
we need to find her.

Do you want me
to call Glen?

And risk a delay
due to Taco Tuesday

or a suddenly ingrown toenail?

I don't have the time.
Ilya doesn't have the time.

Unfortunately, the last person
I would want to find Ilya

is the person I need help from
to find him.

We have a lead.

Motya Morozov.

Does he work with
the woman in Paris?

So you have
been threatened.

Was he looking
for my mother?

He was.

Before I shot him.

The woman in Paris.
If you won't
tell me her name,

just tell me this.

If we find her,
will it end?

That is our best hope.

You said you had a lead?

How is he?

Sedated.

His vitals are returning.

Heart rate is stable.

But I am concerned.

Your friend...

Has been trained
to resist interrogation.

I believe at the deepest,
subconscious levels,

he is able to avert,
to resist.

And how do we
get around that?

I would like to try
a different approach.

Something, uh,
somewhat unorthodox.

But to do this, I will
need your assistance

and your unabridged trust.

Ilya.

There is a memory

I want you to open for me,

uh, like a drawer.

Can you do that?

We're going to go back.

Back to the night

you and Katarina's father
decided her fate.

You remember that day

like it was yesterday.

The way it felt,

the way it smelled,

what it looked like.

Can you tell me where you are?

In a cafe in Belgrade.

What happened that night?

Don't... Don't fight it.
Don't fight it. Let go.

Breathe into the memory.

Ilya. Love.

Please.

I know you were here
with Dom.

I need you to tell me
what happened.

It wasn't my idea.
I told him.

We can't be meeting
like this.

It's too dangerous.
Even now.

Listen to me.

Your ruse with Reddington
didn't work.

All it managed to do was anger
the people who want her dead.

- She is dead.
- Nonsense!

What did Dom want
from you?

He was desperate.
He needed help.

Do you know they've
assembled a directive?

The Russian Vory, KGB,
the Americans,

her enemies have pooled
their resources

and put a bounty
on her head.

They're calling it
the Townsend Directive.

Neville Townsend?
He's at the top

of a very long list of people
who want her dead.

Are you worried
they'll find you?

I'm worried
they'll find Masha,

try and leverage her.

Look, Dom, I...

I can't help you.

You made a promise!

To Katarina.

You told her you would
look after Masha

if anything
happened to her.

Yes, but...
I can't call off Townsend.

And he will not
stop looking.

Sure, he will.
He'll stop looking.

And so will the rest of them,
if Katarina's dead.

You want me
to kill your daughter?

I want you
to hear my plan.

I can't believe the man
in the park was Russian Vory.

- I should move.
- And do what?

Go on the run?
Live in hiding?

My family's being stalked
by the Russian mob.

Yeah, but you're being
protected by the FBI.

Reddington's given us a lead.
We're gonna track it down
and end this threat

and protect you
and your family
while we're at it.

I got a location
on Denise Young.

On three Denise Youngs,
actually.

All the same age
as Sofia Burke,

all with homes listed for sale
or in escrow,

but only one of whom has filed

three restraining orders
against her ex.

The one who wants to get away
and never be found.

532 Riley Street.
Falls Church.

Keen, Ressler,
head over there.

Aram, Park, get her
on the phone and warn her.

If we want to find Orion,
we need to keep her alive.

She has to die.

It's the only way
to protect Masha.

But to get this done,
I'll need your help.

She'll listen to you.
You can get her.

Dom.

I... I can't.

I can't do this.

And yet you did.

Early
in the morning.

Still dark.

You'd called me.
It was a simple
assignment.

I was to drive
a couple of miles
into the city.

I was to meet Dominic
at Vukov Station.

Give him a package.

I was to sneak out.

So the target...

She was exactly where
she was supposed to be.

I watched you
sneak out of the green door.

But I could hardly see you.
It was so dark.

So you were there to what?
To watch me die?

Yes.

I hadn't known
you'd taken a new husband.

Not that I was angry
to find out,

certainly not as angry
as he seemed to be,

charging out
of that room.

Who's this?
I...

I had
to bring him in.

Pyotr was so suspicious.

He knew what my old life
had cost me.

But I couldn't
let you down.

By the time Pyotr woke up,
I planned to be back in bed,

as if nothing happened.

But I was wrong.

He knew if I was
slipping out at 4:00 a.m.

that I was back in the game.

He kept screaming,
"You were done! You were out!"

I insisted
it was my last job.

An old friend
had asked me for a favor.

A desperate friend,
someone...

...who I trusted,

someone I could
never turn down.

But you weren't really
my friend. Were you?

I'm so sorry.

I never wanted
to hurt you.

But... We...

We didn't think
we had a choice.

"We." That's right.

You weren't alone.

The others...
They were all there.

Even Dom was there.

He leaked
that his daughter...

That you were staying
at the inn

and that you carried
sensitive intel.

This might be
the last chance

to catch the infamous
Russian traitor,

Katarina Rostova.

He wanted to make
a spectacle of my death.

And to think, you...

...facilitated it.

You...

...watched.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Pyotr insisted
he accompany me.

He didn't want me
out of his sight.

He knew Belgrade
was too dangerous.

He said he'd stay in the car.
I told him
he was crazy to come.

He wasn't even
wearing shoes.

Just those stupid
hotel slippers.

He died.

I loved him.

And he died...

...right before my eyes.

Because of you!

The KGB
were going to kill you
right then and there.

But then everything
went wrong.

Elizabeth.

Hi. Is there any chance
you could look after
Agnes today?

You know
I'd love to, but...

What Agnes said,
there was a dead body
in the park.

I'm in a very
important meeting.

There were men with guns.
I really can't help you now.

They were there for her.
To hurt her.

Are you sure?
Why?
Who were they?

I can't explain everything.

I just need
someone I trust

to look after her
until I get home.

Of course I'll do it.

I'll be there
as soon as I can.

I'm sorry to pull you
out of a meeting.

It's okay.
We're almost done.

Honestly, I don't know
what I'd do without you.

I'm happy to do it.
And don't worry.

She'll be safe with me.

I'm a lot tougher
than I look.

I gave you instructions.

How could I have not known
about her husband?

She was to come alone.
One simple job...

deliver the dossier.
I've never even
heard of him.

And now he's dead
and she's alive.

Yes.
And there are witnesses.

It's a mess! The world
was supposed to see

Katarina Rostova die,
and instead all we've done

is confirm that
she's very much alive.

Townsend.
He'll never stop.

And instead of protecting
my granddaughter,

we've put a target
on her back.

Oh, stop using the child
as an excuse!

This was about you, Dom.

This was about Masha!

I should tell him.

We're not telling him
anything.

Oh.
I know how you feel, but...

Reddington deserves to know
what we've done.

Why? Why does Reddington
deserve to know anything?

Because he's
a part of this.

You're protecting him.
I made a promise.

But you cared about me.

Yes, and I do, but I...

I had everything
taken from me
that night.

I can't show my face,
use my name.

I'm so sorry.

I've been hunted
like an animal!

We need to stop.
And Reddington?

Whoever he is,
he's still out there!

The benefactor to all of this.

- Why?
- Stop!

You're protecting him,
but people are trying
to kill me.

They're hunting me!
Answer me! Why?

We need to stop!
Get back!

We need to keep
his airway clear.

I only want the truth.

You won't get it
if he's dead.

Did you
get ahold of Denise?

She canceled
her cell service

or has a new account
under a different name.

By hiding from her abuser,
she managed to hide from us.

I can't get Reddington
to pick up.

Why would you
be calling him?

He insisted I give him
Denise's location
as soon as we got one.

So he could get there first.
Now, did you give it to him

before or after
you gave it to us?

Before. But he was closer,
and she's in danger and...

He's not gonna tell us
what he finds out, is he?

He's not keeping this
from me.

Last bit of business.

Would you just
initial by the X's

and sign where
I highlighted it, please?

I'm so ready
to get out of here.

Aww.
It's been that bad?

Look around.

People usually have mementos
and sentimental things.

All I have
are painful memories

and that
son of a bitch's shotgun

in case he tries
to find me again.

He won't.

You know, I've got
a very good feeling

about this next chapter
for you.

I hope you're right.

I mean, it can't get
any worse, right?

Help him, would you?
I can handle the rest!

If you want something
done right,
you've got to do it yourself.

Oh.

She tried to kill me.

I'm so sorry.

Hey. Hey.
This woman.

She was a client.
You moved her.

I need to know where.

Hey. Hey!

Where is she?

We were too late.

If you had gotten
her location,

would you have
shared it with me?

Eventually.

Who is she?

The woman in Paris.
I want a name.

Shots fired in
a residential neighborhood.

Response time
is probably ten minutes.

Who is she?
It's already been five.

I need to go.

We have the Orion files
in the War Room.

And yet you're here.

We have the files,
but you know
who were looking for.

We can't find her
without you.

And with Bisset dead
and the files
in our possession,

you can't find her
without us.

Are you keeping the owl?

Oh, God, no.
I'm terrified of the thing.

Her eyes, hypnotizing.

But not to worry.

We've contacted
a licensed falconer

to help return
the lovely lady

to her home range,
wherever that is.

Come to the War Room.

We'll go through
the files together,

you ID her,
and we'll save your friend.

Dembe, you heard her.
To the War Room!

Perhaps we'll be greeted
by the Praetorian Guard.

"The War Room."
What a marvel
of overstatement.

Unless we're in a war
I'm unaware of.

My gosh.
That would be marvelous.

I had Aram
print out the Orion files.

There are 792.

Each one is conceivably
a criminal case.

Like Denise Young,
these people
might not be criminals,

but a crime
may have been committed

in order for them
to disappear.

Somewhere in here is the woman
who abducted you in Paris.

Your goal
is to identify her.

Ours is to identify
the other clients

and determine
whether they were aware
that their new lives

may very well
have been built on murder.

My nanny.

I moved here to be closer
to my daughter.

I put her through
some dark times.

You remind me
of my granddaughter!

Sometimes people just aren't
who they seem to be.

Of course it's her.

Is something wrong?

No. Nothing.

It's just, uh,
lost track of time.

My nanny has to go.

Why don't you just call her,
ask her to stay?

Wouldn't make any difference.
She's really got to go.

How's Agnes?

Out like a light.

After what you told me
on the phone,

I needed something
to steady my nerves.

The men in the park.
Tell me about them.

I'll tell you in a minute.

I just want to
check in on her first.

The men...
Why in the world

would they be
interested in Agnes?

They weren't
interested in her.

Oh.
That's a relief.

They were
interested in you.

In me?

You said you were here
to reconnect
with your daughter.

That's true.
That Agnes reminded you
of your granddaughter.

The men went to the park
to kill you,

and you killed
one of them first.

Me?

You think
I killed someone?

Not Maddy Tolliver.
No.

Maddy Tolliver was
a sweet, unassuming woman

you had murdered so you
could steal her identity.

Maddy Tolliver would
never kill anyone.

But Katarina Rostova would.

Katarina Rostova's
a natural born killer.

Of enemies,
friends, family.

I can explain.

I knew it.

A part of me
knew who you were.

I just didn't want
to admit it

because I knew it would
have to end this way.

With you pointing
a gun at me?

You shot your father.

You put your granddaughter
in harm's way.

You lied your way
into my life.

You've caused
pain and suffering

for everyone
I've ever cared about.

Give me one good reason
I shouldn't end this
right now.

You already know
the reason, Masha.

And it
should be reason enough.

I'm your mother.