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NTV PRESENTS

IN ASSOCIATION WITH OOO ODA FILM PRODUCTION

PSB THE BANK OF STRONG PEOPLE

PRESENT

A FILM BY KONSTANTIN MAKSIMOV

OLGA POGODINA

PAVEL DELONG

KONSTANTIN KRYUKOV

NIKOLAY DOBRYNIN ALEXANDER BUKHAROV

SERGEY GOROBCHENKO DMITRIY ISAEV

EVGENIY KORYAKOVSKIY SERGEY TEZOV

VASILIY SEDYKH NIKITA SALOPIN

POLYA POLYAKOVA ARTYOM MIKHALKOV

DIRECTED BY KONSTANTIN MAKSIMOV

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY ELENA IVANOVA

MUSIC BY OLEG VOLYANDO

WRITTEN BY PYOTR GLADILIN KONSTANTIN MAKSIMOV and ANDREY GAVRILOV

PRODUCTION DESIGN IGOR TRYSHKOV EVGENIYA SHIRYAEVA and OLGA DOKINA

COSTUME DESIGN ALLA KIREEVA TATYANA UBEYVOLK HAIR/MAKE-UP ARTIST OLGA POTAPKINA

1ST ASSISTANT DIRECTOR ROMAN SOKOLOV STUNT COORDINATOR DMITRIY TARASENKO

VISUAL EFFECTS SUPERVISOR FYODOR ZHUROV VISUAL EFFECTS ARTYOM ISAAKYAN

EDITED BY KARINA MAVRINA SOUND BY DMITRIY CHUPKOV

PRODUCTION MANAGER ANDREY KUTSENKO EXECUTIVE PRODUCER MIKHAIL MASLENNIKOV

GENERAL PRODUCERS OLGA POGODINA ALEXEY PIMANOV DENIS ANISIMOV

RED SPY. THE LAST POEM

EPISODE 1

SEVASTOPOL. 1920

- Good morning! - Good morning!

- Here you are. - Thank you!

I'm very sorry to bother you, Officer.

May I have a cigarette?

It's a shame to admit, but I forgot to buy some.

Sure. No need to be sorry.

Thank you very much!

The tobacco shop on the corner's closed. Everybody's in the square now.

Who wants to work on such a holiday?

Right. Have a good evening!

Hey, boy!

CRIMEA

It's done. He has the message now.

- Let's welcome them. - Yes, sir.

Glory to Wrangel!

Glory to Wrangel!

I'm sorry. It's so crowded. I'm deeply sorry.

The whole city's here. This is such a holiday!

I'm so sorry.

No problem.

Take cover!

Mom! Dad!

Petya!

Mommy!

Petya!

Don't, Your Excellency! You can't.

- Back off! How dare you? - We'll find him.

He's my son!

Khomutov! Stop hanging about!

Come on, get on it!

Get out of here!

I'll get you, scum.

Hey! Give me your hand!

Don't shoot!

Keep off!

I'll whip you to the death!

Let's pass around!

Move!

Don't worry, Petya. It's all right.

- Petya! - Varya!

My boy! You gave us quite a scare!

Thank you very much!

Not at all. The important thing is he's fine.

- What's your name? - My name? I'm Elle Ferrari.

- Are you Italian? - Yes, I am.

Let's go.

I don't know how to thank you. You know, Pyotr Nikolaevich...

Petya, you scared us.

- Mommy! - It's OK, sweetie.

Varya,

thank you, dear. I won't forget it.

Pyotr Nikolaevich, you shouldn't thank me. A woman's brought him back.

An Italian.

God bless her!

Let's go, dear.

Let him go.

Your Excellency...

It's a holiday today.

Let him go.

Get out!

Glory to Wrangel!

Glory to our forgiving lord!

All honor to him!

I hope you aren't in a hurry.

We'll patch you up and let you go.

I'm fine, thank you. I'd better go.

That's a shame. We have excellent medicine.

The other day I had such a terrible twinge in the back.

I couldn't even perform a low outside one,

let alone a tierce or a quinte.

Such a shame. And now, see, our medicine's helped me.

It's all gone.

You can see the effect yourself.

What was I saying? Never mind.

Before I let you go,

I'll ask you after all, just in case.

Who sent you?

Who's behind it?

Give me the names of your accomplices.

I didn't expect a frank answer, actually.

OK. I was ordered to let you go.

Go.

Sorry, I almost forgot.

It slipped my mind.

It's been a rough day.

I'd like to ask you to leave your arm here.

Before, God forbid, you reach for a gun again.

Baron might not get that lucky next time.

There're no complaints from my side.

Baron ordered to let you go, and we will.

But your arm...

It's too wicked.

It'd better stay with us.

Ouch!

That's great!

You said: "A!"

Who can it be?

Antonov? Am I right?

Altufiev? No.

Who is it? Afanasiev?

No? A wrong guess?

I think one letter isn't enough.

So? Tell it.

Is the story ready?

- Send it for typesetting. - Sure.

- Quicker! - In a moment.

Dmitry, I need you. This is urgent news.

Go, go.

Katya, how's it going?

I haven't finished.

- Hi! - Hi!

Can I finish it?

- It's fine. - Come on.

Ermler! Max?

I've been waiting for you. Please stop by.

Coming.

- Finish it up quicker please. - Just a moment.

There's been an attempt to murder Commander-in-Chief.

- Is he alive? - Yes, he is.

It was bold.

I saw it all with my own eyes. I also took pictures.

I'm recording history.

And where's Khomutov?

Khomutov? Fired as he's too easily scared.

Baron was born under a lucky star.

- The cartridge got askew. - So, was it a pistol?

No, it was a revolver.

You really are a civilian.

The cartridge can get askew in a pistol only.

- Never in a revolver! - But still it happened.

Listen, Max, have you ever fired a shot?

Well, a couple of times, perhaps...

When hunting ducks.

And I was at war for a year and a half.

Near Baranovichi.

Three attempts over six months.

That's it.

Have you approved the today's copy?

- Can I go? - Any plans for tonight?

No, we're changing the front page.

Call the picture editor.

Kozhevnikov's got the pictures.

I'm really is a genius, right?

As much as it pains you to admit it.

Max, wait.

Kagalnitskaya will have a poetess in her salon tonight.

She'll be reading from her book "Vanilla Night".

Her poems are sensual, erotic. Write about her.

What if I won't like her poems?

You'll like the compensation.

This is a puff piece, do it quickly.

I was going to celebrate the story of the century.

So you'll do it there.

Now, this is a different kettle of fish.

There's no better joy for a journalist than a fair evaluation of his work

in big bills.

Glory to those killed for communism, victory — to the living.

MOSCOW. THE RED ARMY INTELLIGENCE. 1920 The street terror brings only losses and failures.

We can't go on like this.

I ask for results, not idiocy.

Look what Borisov's pulled out. We need to instruct the underground.

They need to be smarter, Semyon.

Sharper.

More careful.

Without putting neck on the line.

That's true. I must admit.

My man's already in Sevastopol.

We'll act differently.

We'll be subtler.

I have a plan.

I hope this time there will be no misfires.

The Crimean mission should have a happy ending for us.

Wrangel must be liquidated.

- Report to me personally. - Certainly.

A new era's coming. It's a new politics.

The World War left its marks.

We have a global aim:

to create an intelligence network in Europe, particularly in Germany.

Then we'll reach across the ocean.

We've got the ball rolling. A lot has been achieved already.

But we should be able to rely on...

...everybody...

...who works with us.

- Get on with it. - Yes, Your Excellency!

SEVASTOPOL. WRANGLER'S HQ. 1920

Put me through to the Minister of Justice.

This is Commander-in-Chief's order.

Don't tell anybody.

Your Excellency,

we have a meeting with the land council at 2 p.m.

We'll go an hour earlier. Time's priceless.

Yes, sir.

Spesivtsev speaking.

Just a moment.

This is Gayev, Head of Counterintelligence. Shall I cancel?

Let him in.

Let him in.

- Your Excellency... - I can see that you're ready.

Tell it already.

Your Excellency, we have information

from the agent in the Red Army HQ.

They're preparing a new attempt on your life.

A new shooter's arrived in Sevastopol.

- And you don't know who he is? - All the agents have been warned.

I'm going above and beyond.

Pyotr Nikolaevich, I insist:

cancel all your public meetings and speeches.

You're an excellent officer, Gayev. 15 years in Intelligence!

How come somebody tried to shoot me point-blank

and my children saw it?

I asked you not to take part in the service.

- I can't check everyone in the square. - This is not an answer.

Are you suggesting that I should hide?

Should I wait out in the cellar like a rat?

The Red will go away by themselves, the war and the famine will stop, right?

While God's keeping me safe? Why the hell do I need you then?

Find him.

You know my motto: I will break, but never bend.

It's written on my coat-of-arms. Find and hang him.

That's what you're good at.

Yes, sir!

What the hell?

Who can read this? Vladimir!

Give me a hand lens.

You can be dismissed now, Konevskiy.

Well, if I'm dismissed,

I'm also going there.

Max!

Hello, my darling.

- Today I'm not your darling. - You never are.

You're always nobody's.

Stop gabbling, hens.

Take me to the consul, will you?

Today your madam's having her favorite client.

How's he today?

Fine. But, unlike you, he isn't hanging off.

Hello.

That's it, Elizabeth, I'm on a break now.

Well, I'll be waiting.

Come in.

Do you want a drink?

Cognac, please.

Can't get used to whiskey, my friend?

Getting used to doesn't mean loving it.

Have more respect to the British Empire.

- It pays you. - That's why I'm here.

Our agent's dead.

I don't have anything.

I thought so.

He didn't come for his compensation.

He knew the submarines' positions.

What does it have to do with Baron's safety?

Don't play the fool.

The Black Sea Navy has quite a big number of good ships.

They are under Wrangel's command.

We still want to have control over them

in case of unforeseen events.

I have a doubt that some events are still unforeseen to you.

The Red are closing in.

It's getting more and more difficult for Wrangel to hold them off.

And you... Are you planning...

...to deprive him of the fleet?

No, not at all.

We're allies.

Wrangel's our hope.

Who needs Red Russia?

Those who're ready to pay for that.

You, Germans, became cynical after you'd lost the war.

I wasn't going to discuss geopolitics tonight.

Right, right.

So,

there remain several submarines near Sevastopol.

They're in a worse condition than the ships at the roadstead.

Most of them require huge preparations or a repair.

Wrangel doesn't have money for the repair and specialists.

In case...

...of unforeseen events...

...they shouldn't fall into Bolsheviks' hands.

Wrangel...

...won't do it himself. He believes in his victory too much.

But we have to think ahead.

There should be no Red submarines in the Black Sea.

You'll have to destroy them.

Am I supposed to do it in between playing poker and reading Mann?

I should have special funds for an operation like this.

I'll need people, weapons.

I need time to prepare.

Even a monkey can do something for food.

No one wants to work for an idea.

Ideas...

...are fast-changing like whores whom you have to pay.

So,

tell them as usual I want twice my fee.

A new agent will give you the positions.

He'll also tell you the time

when there are no guards.

OK.

Also,

Gayev talked to me.

There's a leak from the Red HQ.

There'll be a new attempt on Wrangel's life.

The assassin's probably in the city now.

Gayev's asking for help.

Use your agents.

Baron's still our friend.

He must live.

Get on it.

I'm in.

Are you sure we can get something good here?

Konevskiy, your criminal past

affects you in a bad way.

Try to think outside your pocket.

Better keep a lookout, don't fuss around.

What's on it?

Come here.

Wind it.

Not so fast.

Slower here.

Find me all the shots with her.

- With that one? - Yes.

Here she is.

Some mess there.

Here she is again.

Wow!

Look at her!

She's beautiful.

And, apparently, dangerous.

Who are you?

Where do I find you now?

How do I hide my eyes

From your severe look?

How do I tell you

About this passionate worry?

I am used to looking straight,

Being always free and myself.

Why is it that in a strange fear

I cannot look up at you?

Why do I write you letters?

I won't send them anyway.

Why do I smile through tears

To your rare jokes?

Why in uneasy awe

When I'm lonely at night

Do I watch a single shadow

On the screen

of your

windows?

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo! Wonderful!

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo! Bravo!

Excellent! Amazing! Bravo!

Thank you. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

The thing is Russia is my second home

after Italy.

And I'm very happy

that tonight

you're here with me.

Maestro.

Do you want to smoke?

Mhm.

Borisov,

I see your guys aren't rushing to save you.

Otherwise, we'd have known all the faces.

Come on, tell us, and we'll all go home.

There's nothing to do here.

I want to say that I respect you.

I saw people much weaker.

I'm sorry you chose the wrong side.

Feel sorry for yourself,

Your High Nobleness.

A side is a strange thing.

It depends on where you look from.

You'll lose.

We...

We don't have anything to lose.

We'll fight to the end.

Your end.

Are you stupid or something?

Or immortal? Good Lord!

You're about to die!

Is it worth your life? Just five names.

He has 'nothing to lose'. Tell it already.

You won't get it.

It's really worth it.

Baron will die

because we won't leave it like that.

We're so many you can't even imagine.

Even your tailor might've been recruited.

Go check everybody in the city.

What are you waiting for? Go, and you'll see.

You're right, we'll see.

But you hardly will.

OK, God bless you.

Although,

you refused to see a priest.

It's so cold today.

Go ahead.

Take him.

Trofimov, what's wrong with you?

What are we doing?

He isn't some barbarian, he's ours.

You're such a sissy!

My heart was wriggling like a mouse in a trap,

Don't you feel sorry for me,

Don't you caress me.

The moon was timid and silent to hurry

And hide her face behind the clouds.

No need to love.

I don't need to love.

You aren't the one who'll ease my pain.

This night

and this house aren't happy at all

to see us here

together.

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo! Bravo!

It was...

...beautiful.

Let me introduce myself.

Aide-de-camp to Commander-in-Chief of the Russian Army Vladimir Spesivtsev.

I'm flattered. It's a great honor for me.

To say that your Russian is perfect would be an understatement.

I haven't heard anything that impressive for a long time.

These are just words.

I think what goes on in people's hearts and minds is the same all over the world.

I'm just trying to stir up the subtle world.

It's just sublimation of sensual desires.

To be honest, my little sister Varya literally forced me to come here.

She wanted to thank you for saving Petya.

She is really fascinated with your poems.

Now I'm also a dedicated admirer of yours.

I'm terribly pleased that my Russian poems have found its readers.

She asked me to invite you to visit us the day after tomorrow.

I'm afraid I'm so busy these days.

They're publishing my third collection, and my editor is a real beast.

That's a shame.

My sister will cut my head off.

I'm afraid she won't stop at that and will do the same to your editor.

I don't even know who's the wildest out of two of them.

It's very convincing.

I can't promise you. Please don't get offended if I can't come.

I'll send a car for you.

If you can come, it'll be great.

If you can't,

we'll understand.

I'll try my best.

Now I have to leave you.

You know, an audience takes a lot of my energy.

I must have some rest.

Please forgive me my rudeness.

I hope to see you soon.

Thank you. Nice meeting you, Vladimir.

I thought a man like you would hardly like my poems.

You're right.

Sublimated sensual desires isn't my favorite genre.

I'm a doer, not a thinker.

I'm Maximilian Ermler,

special correspondent of the newspaper 'Crimea'.

Is it a compliment, or are you just being rude,

Mister Maximilian Ermler

with 'Crimea'?

I'm sorry, this is force of habit. I'm at work now, actually.

Our readers want to know you.

They want your poems...

...and...

...information about Elle Ferrari.

What's her life like?

What does she like?

What does she not like?

My poems speak about me. Both of the books are for sale now.

The third will come out soon.

They're much more interesting than what I eat for my breakfast

or how many men have lost courage in front of me.

I'm asking you just for a few questions.

Please call me Max.

And one more thing...

I think I felt...

...that tonight you wanted to leave with me.

Gee-up!

Borisov's dead.

Gayev killed him himself.

He didn't rat out anybody.

We've interrogated one of the guards. It was harsh.

Borisov was always hot-tempered,

looking for trouble.

I never had doubts about his commitment.

I'm very sorry for him.

Very sorry.

Did you make Ermler fall for you?

We need the submarines' positions badly to save them.

I understand.

He's a professional.

And he's involved with sabotages.

Journalism is his cover, and it's a really good one.

He's...

...very...

convincing in his role.

Can you lose the emotions, please?

There'll be a new agent.

I know now who he'll be passing messages to.

I'll spy and intercept them.

What about the previous agent?

- Did you liquidate him? - No.

A stray bullet killed him in the square.

That was his fate. He didn't even see me.

Fatalism is...

...a comfort...

...for the weak.

I hope you understand well

that Ermler is...

...dangerous for you.

I do.

It's not my first year of work.

Good for you. We're here. Hold it!

Whoa!

Spesivtsev, an aide-de-camp to Wrangel, made a pass at me.

He invited me to their house.

Wonderful.

That's wonderful.

OK.

You'll work together with Kovrov.

It's time for you two to meet.

Congrats.

Your cover's finally working.

So...

Your goal is...

...to come into close contact with the family...

...and liquidate Wrangel.

The film is commissioned by AO NTV Broadcasting Network under the sponsorship of PAO Promsvyazbank.