All language subtitles for Reilly.Ace.of.Spies.S01E10.The.Trust.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-TEPES_Track03

[stately orchestral music]

[slow orchestral music]

- [Narrator] In 1922 a number

of high-ranking Bolsheviks
met outside Moscow

to form an alternative
Russian government.

This group, which became
known as the Trust,

was the brainchild
of Felix Dzerzhinsky,

founder of the Cheka, the
Bolshevik secret police

and his new protege,
Mikhail Trilisser.

The purpose of the Trust
was to create a focus

for the world's
anti-Bolshevik forces,

so that the Cheka could control
and eventually destroy them,

thereby safeguarding the
revolution in Russia.

This plan was to
exceed Dzerzhinsky's
wildest expectations.

By 1924 Western government
agencies were giving the Trust

both money and material
in the mistaken belief

that it was the only
organization in Russia capable

of destroying the Bolsheviks.

Meanwhile, through the Trust,
Dzerzhinsky began luring back

into Russia the most
dangerous of his enemies.

- Gentlemen.

We have sent Lieberman
to New York to convey

to Savinkov our
fraternal greetings

and to offer him a
guarantee of safe passage,

should he wish to
return to Russia.

- I hope measures have been
taken to safeguard his arrival.

Savinkov is guarded by a
particularly ruthless group

of men who will stop at
nothing to protect him.

- As soon as he steps
ashore he'll be in our care.

- [Man] Can we pass on to next
business, Sidney O'Reilly.

- [Narrator] The
only man determined

to thwart his plan
was Sidney Reilly.

In the years that followed
the Russian Civil War,

the battle between the Red
and White Russians expanded

to embrace the world.

This was particularly
true of New York,

where thousands of refugees
fleeing from Russia brought

in their wake Bolshevik
agents determined

to carry the war into
the enemy's camp.

In 1924, Reilly was
living in America.

By day, a respectable
businessman,

by night, one of the inner line.

Savinkov's anti-Bolshevik
organization,

whose job it was to weed
out the Reds from the Whites

with the aid of the FBI.

- FBI.

[suspenseful music]

- These are the ones that
fit your description.

[coughing]
[suspenseful music]

Is he there?
[coughing]

- Next to the old man.

- You.

Step forward.

[suspenseful music]

He's called Lieberman.

- [Man] I'll take him!

Monkewitz!

[dramatic music]

- [Monkewitz] Be careful with
him, I don't want him harmed.

[man whistling "Oh Tannenbaum"]

[church bells tolling]
[whistling]

- Morning, Cummings.
- Morning, Sykes.

- [Sykes] Where's Hill?

- He's on his way.

I suppose you want coffee?

- No, thank you.

This is urgent and
I need to be back

at the Foreign Office by 10:00.

I have here a letter
from Zinoviev.

- Commissar Zinoviev?

- The Dictator of Petrograd,

as he is known to
the newspapers.

We picked it up in Berlin.

Read it.

What is Reilly up
to at the moment?

- He's in America, fundraising

for Mr. Churchill's
friend Savinkov.

- We are rapidly losing
interest in Savinkov.

- Are you indeed?

- I am told he intends
to invade Russia

with the German army.

- Does he indeed.

[accordion toots]

- We would take a dim
view of such an adventure.

- Would you indeed?

- [Hill] Good
morning, gentlemen.

- I was just showing
the commander a letter

from Commissar Zinoviev calling
upon the British workers

to prepare for revolution.

As you can see it's
pretty strong stuff.

- [Hill] What do
you say Commander?

- It's a forgery.

- Hill?

- I agree.

This could be Orlov's work.

Is it from Berlin?
- Yes.

- This could bring
down the government.

- He was right.

This so-called letter,
Sykes, is simply designed

to wreck the trade treaty the
government's about to sign

with the Bolsheviks.

- Well, Reilly has
written a letter

stating the document is genuine.

- Well he would, wouldn't he?

It's in his interest
to claim it's genuine.

He's made no secret of his view

that this treaty represents
a further encouragement

by us of the Bolshevik regime.

And that he will stop at
nothing to scupper it!

- Gentlemen, Sidney Reilly
is your Russian expert.

He has guaranteed the
authenticity of the document.

I'm going to give you a
month to prove otherwise.

Or we shall release
it to the press.

Better the government fall

then the prospect of us all
being murdered in our beds.

The ball is in your court.

Good day, gentlemen.

- Damn and blast Sidney Reilly!

- It's not just Sidney, sir.

Sykes and quite a few others
will be more than happy

to see this government fall.

- Stop defending him, George.

He's trying to overthrow
the elected government

of the country with a letter!

Probably forged by
his friend Orlov.

- I'm merely trying to point out

that the Foreign
Office is not entirely

without blame in this matter.

- Don't argue, George.

Go to Berlin.

Find Orlov and see
what he has to say.

Meanwhile, I'll get in touch
with your old chum Reilly.

- Item 16, a bust of
the Emperor Napoleon

by the French sculptor
Pierre Jean De Lille Danger,

and we start the
bidding at $40,000.

Thank you; 41.

42, 43.

$44,000 against you, Madam.

Thank you 45, 46, 47,

47 against you sir, 48, 49.

$49,000, 50.

$51,000, thank you, sir.

52, $53,000.
- $54,000.

- [Auctioneer] $54,000,
55, $56,000, 57,

$58,000, 59.

$60,000, 61.

$61,000, we need a pass,

62, 63,000, 64.

$64,000, 65,

65, 65 against you, Madam.

- Mr. Reilly?

- Yes?

- You don't know me, but I was
a friend of Marie Friede's.

- Marie's been dead
some six years now.

- I know; she was
shot in Lubyanka.

- And what's your name?

- Euvgenia Savinkov.
- At 75,000, 76.

76,000.
[gavel bangs]

Monsieur Jean-Marie
de Gray-sa, $76,000.

- [Euvgenia] The David is yours.

- Yes it is.

- And all proceeds go
to the fighting fund.

- And how can I help you?

- Mamie Daerenthal told
me that your secretary

had just left; I'm
looking for a job.

- Do you know anyone
else in the organization?

- Maureen Der-et-sky-a.

- Do you typewrite?
- Yes.

- You're hired.

[piano music]
[people chatting]

[knocking at door]

- Mamie Daerenthal.
- Sidney.

- You know Euvgenia?

- [Mamie] Of course. [laughing]

Look at you!

- Yes, I did Mamie.
- That's wonderful!

[speaking faintly]

Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Sidney Reilly.

How much is it, Sidney?

Three quarters of a million!

[Mamie laughing]
[guests applauding]

- Well done, Sidney.

I'll tell Savinkov you're here.

- No, let me--
- No, no, no no no.

Stay here.

[guests chatting]

- [Madam Savinkova] So
you sold your collection

for my son's cause?

- Yes, I have, Madam Savinkova.

- Just to keep this
worthless organization

from going bankrupt?

- Is that such a bad idea?

- Just look around
you, what do you see?

Hangers-on everywhere.

Thank you.

- Well, every army has
its camp followers.

- Yes, but not in the
general's quarters.

[door bangs]

- Reilly's here, Boris.

- I don't want him
to see me like this.

- He's brought the
check with him.

- Ask him to wait
for five minutes.

Get Mamie for me!

- [Servant] Very well.

[guests speaking faintly]

- Is it true?

Did you hire Euvgenia?

- Yes, she gave your name.

It seems she's also a
friend of Mamie Daerenthal.

- I don't like the idea
of her living all alone

out at Long Island.

- I'm near.

- Yes.

- Boris apologizes, he'll
be here in a few minutes.

- It's the old wound, is it?

- Yes, I'm afraid so.

[piano music]

- He'll be all right now.

- I said five minutes, Sidney.

- Are you sleeping with her?

- Yes.

- As a husband then?

- That's none of your business.

We have an arrangement, yes.

- Do you know, Boris,
they call it a deal.

- Oh yes.

[sighs]

I can't believe it.

- [Sidney] The French
bought most of it.

- Did they?

Well now I can get this
circus on the road.

- When are you
leaving for Paris?

- Tuesday, can't be helped.

Sidney, now that Lenin's dead,

there's a power struggle
going on in Moscow.

And Scotland wants me in Europe

in case anything breaks, so--

- Boris, I need you here.

I'm hoping for a
meeting with Henry Ford.

- Ford?

- His backing means
access to unlimited funds.

Oil men, steel
men, the big banks.

- You handle it, Sidney, you're
good at that sort of thing.

[engine rumbling]

- How long?

- This is one of
our safe places.

- It doesn't look
very safe to me.

You wait here for a moment.

[horn blows faintly]

[cat meows]

[footsteps echoing]

Where's Lieberman?

- [Monkewitz] He's dead.

[footsteps echoing]

- [Sidney] What happened?

- Guess his heart gave out.

What do we do with him?

- [Sidney] Whose are these?

- Mine, boss.

[clattering]

- They're scum.

- [Monkewitz] We
fight scum with scum.

- Where are the notes
of the interrogation?

Now you listen to me, Monkewitz,

you're to stop
employing Klansmen.

This isn't an open
season on Jews.

- Where there's Jews,
there's Bolsheviks!

- Tell the person
who wrote this to me,

it's illegible.

[orchestral music]
[footsteps echoing]

[orchestral music]
[engine rumbling]

Evening, ma'am.
- Good evening.

- Sir.
- Evening, Doe-dee-ay.

[orchestral music]

Whenever I go out, I always
leave an exact description

of my whereabouts
and my movements

up here on the mantelpiece.

Now, if I'm overdue,
you will open the letter

and check the contents.

Otherwise, it's to remain
sealed at all times.

Is that clear?

Second, you will log
all incoming calls,

including wrong numbers.

Have you ever used
of these things?

Always keep it handy.

You never know when they may
decide to pay us a visit.

- They?

- The Bolsheviks.

This is where you sleep.

Good night.

- What happened to
your last secretary?

- [Sidney] She disappeared.

[orchestral music]

- Nice-looking kid.

- Careful what you say to her.

- [Butler] Okay.

- [Sidney] My dear Cummings,
Euvgeney Semeneneko,

my new secretary.

Please check her against
your St. Petersburg files.

Her credentials are impeccable,

yet there is something about
her that makes me suspicious.

[engine rumbling]

[birds twittering]

- Madame Chinova's here.

- Madame Chinova.

- Would you like some tea?

- Yes, please.

- Thank you.

- [Sidney] Please sit down.

You were at the warehouse when
they interrogated Lieberman.

- Yes, sir.

- Are these your notes?

They're illegible.
- Sorry.

- Was it raining that night?

- No, sir, it was ice-cold.

- So these are tears?

- Yes, sir.

- Madam Chinova, what is
a woman like you doing

taking down in shorthand the
screams of men under torture?

Was your family
killed in Russia?

- Yes, sir by the Reds.

- And this is your
way of getting even.

Did you see Lieberman die?

- No sir, I was asked to
leave when they began to,

when they started
asking for names.

He came up with the Daerenthals.

The Daerenthals?
- Yes.

General Monkewitz got annoyed.

- And then you were
asked to leave.

- Yes sir.

- How long after that did he...

- Not long.

Then they came out and
I knew he was dead.

[door latch clicks]

Thank you.

- [Sidney] Were there
any other names?

- [Chinova] I think he
started to say Plevitskaya,

but the general got so angry
I couldn't make it out.

- So what is all this?

- Well, he just kept repeating,

"I'm not a member of the Cheka,

"I'm a member of the
bank," or something.

- The Trust?
- That's right, the Trust.

- Lieberman's dead.

They found his
body in the river.

- You'd better get
someone else, and soon.

- Well that's not
gonna be too easy.

We need someone who
is totally trustworthy

and utterly convincing.
- But not so unlucky.

Why don't you go yourself?

- To New York?
- No, to Paris.

You can intercept
Savinkov there.

- He's vulnerable, he's a
Russian and he's homesick.

Work on that.

- And what about the rioting?

- Let's get Savinkov,
the value will follow.

[old-fashioned car horn honks÷{

- Mrs. Reilly.

- And you are?
- Mr. Reilly.

- Sixth floor, Mr.
Reilly, you're expected.

Oh, Mrs. Reilly
this is the desk.

Mr. Reilly's on his
way up, yes ma'am.

- My dear Melody.
- Sidney, darling.

Mm.

[orchestral music]

How is life on Long Island?

- Mm, quiet.

[romantic orchestral music]

- You like it?

- Yes, I do.

- [Melody] There's
nothing like cubism

to bring out a woman's shape.

- Ma-see-na would have
admired this place.

- [Melody] Let us not
bring up the past.

I don't want to live in a world
that doesn't exist anymore.

- Where is Nobel?
- In Shanghai, last I heard.

What about you, are you
still working for Savinkov?

- Mm hmm.

- You used to be so clever.

- Who is the man
down in the lobby?

- He's a present from Nobel,
he thinks I need protection.

[speaking faintly]
Nobel, yes.

If you'll give me support.

For you, my love,

anything.

Why should I stand in the
way of true love, hmm?

- Money, for one thing.

You can't beat that, my love.

- 20 years a countess, and you
still think like a peasant.

- [Melody] I'm
concerned for you.

- Look, I know your
world, I've lived in it.

But I live in a different world,

a world of haunted men as...

hatred and great ambitions,
of schemes as big as anything

dreamt by Genghis Khan of power.

Russia.

When you talk about Russia,

you are talking about
the fate of the world.

- I just don't want to see
you destroyed, that's all.

[sighs]

I'll give you a divorce
on one condition:

that Nobel gets me an
introduction to Henry Ford.

- [Narrator] Two weeks
later, Boris Savinkov,

the Daerenthals, and Maria
Plevitskaya left for France,

leaving Reilly and Euvgenia
behind in New York.

[guests chattering]

- How are you?

Good to see you;
Sidney! [laughing]

[guests chatting
and laughing loudly]

Come fill my glass, Sidney,
my beloved. [imitates kissing]

Remember that girl, lovely girl.

In St. Petersburg, wasn't it?
- Yes, I do remember.

- Well.

[ship's horn honks]

- Here's to her, hmm?

- Here's to her.
[glasses clink]

[guests chattering]

- I wish you were
coming with me.

- I've got a meeting with Ford.

[guest chatting loudly]

I've got about three
minutes before Mamie comes

barging through that door,
and I want to tell you

what's been going
on in New York.

You've been trapped, Boris,
by a tight little group,

some of whom may be
working for the Bolsheviks.

- I've heard all this.
- Both your mistress,

Mamie Daerenthal and
Maria Plevitskaya,

for a start, and I would
guess their husbands.

- It's a lie!
- Boris,

Lieberman is dead.

And do you know why?

Your friend, General Monkewitz,
had him beaten to death.

Because he was going to talk,

and if he had talked,

he would have
compromised them all.

- No.

- Now I know the Trust
are trying to lure you

back into Russia,

and I wanted to find
out from Lieberman

what exactly they were up to,

but before I could talk to him,

Monkewitz had him killed.

[guests chatting loudly]

- What is Boris doing in there?

- I don't know.

You tell him he's
got guests out here.

[guests chatting loudly]

- Lieberman was sent to New York

with a promise of
safe passage for me.

[speaking faintly]
[door latch clicks]

- Please, you're wanted.
- One minute, Mamie.

[guests chatting loudly]

Lieberman was my friend.

- He was working
for Dzerzhinsky.

- Boris, the press
want photographs,
the New York Times--

- Get out!

There was a growing feeling
that I should return to Russia.

Yes, have been communications,

but there was no reason
to kill Lieberman.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Why didn't you talk to me?

- Because since the
Daerenthals arrived,

I've become an outsider.

- The Daerenthals
are my friends.

You're my friend,
Lieberman was my friend.

- You no longer know
who your friends are.

Boris, these people
are gonna wrap you up

and deliver you to
Dzerzhinsky's doorstep.

You must trust me.

Don't do anything until
we've met in Berlin.

By the time we should
have Ford's decision.

If you go back into Russia,
it'll be the end for me.

I've staked everything on you,

my money, my reputation,

my life.

[orchestral music]

- I know.

- I know I won't see you again.

- Cheer up.

[guests chatting loudly]
[orchestral music]

[orchestral music]

- Where did you meet Marie?

- On the quayside in Odessa.

It was just after the Bolsheviks
had surrounded the city.

Daerenthal was with her.

There was no room on the ships,

so they decided to get married.

I was best man.

- What about Maria Plevitskaya?

- When boo-gen-ee
attacked, we escaped.

Made our way east.

After a few days we ran
into the White Army.

We were both raped.

We were about to end
up on their bayonets

when their commander appeared.

Plevitskaya was with him.

She just glanced at Mamie
and fell in love with her.

I took one look at
her and did the same.

That's how we met.

- Were you lovers?

- For a while.

But my preference is for men.

[orchestral music]

[fire crackling]
[orchestral music]

[bed creaking]

[orchestral music]

- You're late.

- Is Nobel here?
- Of course.

And Ford, who says
he's dying to meet you.

- Anyone else?

- Only someone called Dawes,
he's Coolidge's running mate.

- You're wonderful.

- Mm, if you're
hungry I shall have

some sandwiches
sent up for us both.

Darling, this is my husband.

My dearest, this is the
man I hope to marry.

- [Sidney] I've heard
a lot about you.

- I've been doing
some checking myself.

Gentlemen, this is
Mr. Sidney Reilly.

He has a plan to invade
Russia with the German Army,

and he's looking for finance.

- Sit down, Mr. Reilly,
make yourself comfortable.

[telephone ringing]

- Hello?

- Open the envelope.

- And if he comes back?
- He won't be coming back.

I want to know if
he saw Henry Ford.

[suspenseful music]

- [Euvgenia] Hello.

He met Henry Ford tonight.

[suspenseful music]

[singing drunkenly]

♪ La la

♪ La la

♪ There'll be no
more sorrow when ♪

- If it takes all night,

you're gonna smoke that
damn thing, aren't you?

- I can't think of
anything better to do.

- We've been followed
for the last five miles,

and you're not doin'
a damn thing about it.

- Pull over and let him pass.

- When I slow, he slows.

When I put my foot
down, he does likewise.

[sighs]

- Where's the Thompson?

[gun clicks]

[tires squealing]

Let's get on with it.

[gunshots booming]

[tires squealing]
[gunshots booming]

- He's gainin' on us!
- Then go faster!

[gunshots booming]

[tires squealing]

[footstep clattering]

[suspenseful music]

[footsteps echoing]

[breathing heavily]
[footstep echoing]

[door clicks and creaks]

[suspenseful music]

Monkewitz is dead.

You tried to kill me.

[bird cawing]

[birds calling]

Here.

[water splashing]

[gun clicks]

[gunshot booming]
[Euvgenia groans]

- Good evening, Herr-line.
- Good evening, Karl.

- [Karl] They have arrived.

- Was Herr Savinkov with them?

- Ja.
- Good.

[screaming]

- How long do you expect
this to go on for?

- All night.
[gunshots booming]

[screaming]
[gunshots booming]

[desk bell rings]

[footsteps echoing]

- [Sidney] 411, please.

[key rattles]

- A Mr. Hill called.

- Mr. Hill?

Did he leave a message?

- Only that he will return
tonight if at all possible.

[clacking]

- [Narrator] Reilly
arrived in Berlin

during a period of civil unrest.

The Nazis were
already on the march.

He had in his possession
General Hoffman's plans

for the invasion of Russia and
various financial guarantees.

With these he was convinced
that Savinkov would join him

in a final effort to
overthrow the Bolsheviks.

[woman humming]

♪ Doo dee doo doo doo

♪ Doo

♪ Ya da dum

♪ Doo doo

♪ Dee

[humming faintly]

♪ Da da, bup, bum bum

♪ Dum da dum bum bum bum

♪ Dum da dum bum bum da bum

♪ Ba dum bum

- I beg your pardon,
the door was unlocked.

Are you aware that
this is my bathroom?

- You could have knocked.

And you could have
locked the door.

Key was on your side.

- As a matter of fact
I was having a bath.

In your bathroom.

[woman humming]

[door bangs]

[clattering]

The hall porter said

you weren't expected
back till midnight.

Don't suppose I've left
you a single dry towel.

[woman humming]

♪ Da dee dee da da dum

[woman humming]

- Is Boris there?

He's in the bath, hmm.

Well, tell him that I
have Hoffman's plans

and Ford's agreement.

And I shall meet him
for dinner at 9:30.

- Sidney's arrived.

- I'd like a cab.

- I would not advise
madam to take a cab

until there is a
lull in the fighting.

[gunshots booming faintly]

- Thank you.

I imagine you'd like
something to drink.

- I'll have a glass of milk.

- Anything in it?

- Brandy and a raw egg.

[Sidney clears throat]

- Have you eaten today?

- No.

But I've had a bath.

[chuckling]
[gunshots boom faintly]

- Well tell me, what
are you doing in Berlin?

- I was in a show,
but it folded.

It had something to do
with the political climate.

- Well, what shall we drink to?

- Your bathroom?

- Our bathroom.

- Thank you.

By the way, my name
is Pepita Bobodilla.

- Thank you, that'll be all.

- Anyway, here are General
Hoffman's invasion plans,

Ford's agreement and various
other banks and businesses--

- I'm going back.

I saw Yah-koo-she in Paris.

I've been promised the
protection of the Trust.

It's the only way

- When are you leaving?

- Tomorrow morning.

I don't want to return to Russia

at the head of a German army.

I've felt this for some time.

You see, I think we've
got it wrong, all wrong.

Our political
attitudes are wrong.

We go back into Russia,
fight them from there.

If necessary, go to jail.

May die.

In there.

I'm dying out here, Sidney.

I want to breathe that air,
I want to live on that land.

I'm going back in.

[gunshots booming]

[soft music]
[gunshots boom faintly]

[orchestral music]

- I just wanted to see
that you were all right.

- Sorry, Sidney, but Hill
has had the whole story

from comrade Orlov.

He admits to forging
the Zinoviev letter

at your instigation, so
now all that's needed

is for you to
acknowledge the fact.

Sidney,

if the Foreign Office
release that letter

the government will fall.

- In my view,
that's no bad thing.

- It's a forgery.

- Then no one will believe it.

- You know perfectly well
that unless it's contradicted

the whole country
will believe it!

[typewriters clacking]

- In that case, Commander,

you're in trouble.

- Now you listen to me, Sidney.

Just because your
comrade in arms,

that drug addict Savinkov has
defected to the Bolsheviks,

you've decided to bring
down the British government.

Well you won't be able to do it.

Now why don't you turn your
guns on your real enemy?

Dzerzhinsky.

I've got the dirt or the whole
damn lot of them, Sidney.

Monkewitz, Scotland,
Euvgenia Semenenko.

You were quite right
about her, Sidney,

a Bolshevik from the
day she was born!

- This song comes from the
time of Napoleon's war,

when the French armies
stood before Moscow

watching it burn down.

Some of the women of Moscow,
watching the city burn,

decided to take to the hills
to avenge their ravaged country

and to avenge their dead
husbands and lovers.

The song is called The
Soldiers of the Night

and is dedicated to
a great benefactor

of the White Russian
cause, who is here tonight.

A man whose legendary generosity
is perhaps only excelled

by his great exploits in
the Russian Revolution.

This paragon of manly
visions is none other than

Captain Sidney Reilly, MC.

[audience applauding]

I also dedicate this
song to my friend

Euvgenia Semenenko,
a friend of mine

since I first met
her outside Odessa.

For she was one of the
soldiers of the night.

[melancholy music]

[singing faintly]

- [Man In Black] Bored?

- [Pepita] It's too Russian;
gloom, gloom, gloom.

- Yes.

I prefer Gilbert and Sullivan.

♪ Really pretty maid
over there, tell me ♪

♪ Ooh

How long have you known Sidney?

- Since Berlin.

He won't tell me
but is he married?

- Rather more than once.

- Nothing current?

- No.

- Good, I don't like stealing
other girl's husbands.

If they're just lying around...

- You think he's
just lying around?

- I feel he's been abandoned.

[woman singing faintly on stage]

- Could be.

♪ The soldiers of the night

♪ The dead keep on

♪ That we continue
to fight the war ♪

♪ With every
sinewy, oh soldier ♪

♪ Yes the soldiers

♪ The soldiers of the night

♪ In victory there's no other

♪ But the soldiers
of the night ♪

- [Narrator] In Moscow,
Savinkov was put on trial

and sentenced to death for
his part in the Civil War.

The sentence was later commuted
to 10 years' imprisonment.

In New York, Nadia
married Nobel.

In London, the British
government fell,

some say as a result of the
so-called Zinoviev letter.

Reilly never forgot those
who were responsible

for his friend
Savinkov's defection

and determined to
take his revenge.

[melancholy music]

[orchestral music]

[upbeat music]