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BASED ON A TRUE STORY

OLGA POGODINA

PAWEŁ DELĄG

KONSTANTIN KRYUKOV

NIKOLAY DOBRYNIN ALEXANDER BUKHAROV

SERGEY GOROBCHRNKO DMITRY ISAYEV

EVGENY KORYAKOVSKY SERGEY TEZOV

VASILY 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

PRODUCTION DESIGNERS: IGOR TRYSHKOV, EVGENIYA SHIRYAEVA

COSTUME DESIGNERS: ALLA KIREEVA, TATYANA UBEIVOLK

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR: ROMAN SOKOLOV STUNT COORDINATOR: DMITRY TARASENKO

COMPUTER GRAPHICS: FYODOR ZHUROV, ARTYOM ISAAKYAN

EDITED BY KARINA MAVRINA SOUND BY DMITRY CHUPKOV

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: MIKHAIL MASLENNIKOV

PRODUCED BY OLGA POGODINA ALEXEY PIMANOV, DENIS ANISIMOV

RED SPY. THE LAST POEM

EPISODE 4

Come on! you go to the barrels, you - move on!

We checked all over the place - all clean, no patrol, no guards.

- No sign of them? - Nope.

They took the guards out... Good, we’ll take them in the act.

Shoot on sight. But I want at least one of them alive.

And keep an eye out. They may show up from the land and from the sea.

Hey, be careful with this thing.

It won’t go off without a fuse, Kanevski.

- Who knows... - I do.

Ghastly weather...

- How much did you use for the first one? - 15 kilos.

- Command stop! - Yes, sir.

Why can’t we just smash it at the pier?

We can find it later, get it ashore, repair it.

Give the signal.

- Well? - No one. A full hour.

I’m afraid, we scared them off.

Damn... They had to lay low until the right time.

It’s the wrong mooring! And the wrong pier!

That Italian bitch, Ferrari, gave us the wrong coordinates!

- That was... - Virtuosic, Maximillian Ottovich.

By the way I wasn’t just good at smashing in faces at school.

That’s it.

Kanevski!

The other boats are well guarded.

Remember this for the rest of your life.

If you can buy off a single person the whole system is doomed.

Ideas and faith - that is our greatest power.

And that is our tragedy.

What on earth?

Good sleeping draught.

Well... I know what’s going to help you.

How much have you had to drink?

If we wanted to kill each other we would have done it long ago. Drink.

We can always change our minds.

- Have I told you that I hate you? - You have, more than a couple of times.

Is it for saving your life? Look.

You can’t make such mistakes.

Yes, yes, yes... OK, time to go.

I know something else that might help you.

Then we could talk.

By the way, I hate flowers.

That is unfair, flowers are wonderful.

Damn...

- So, do you still hate me? - You goddamn son of a bitch...

Funny thing, I can’t help imagining you as a child.

What kind of a little boy were you? How did you smile? How did you behave?

What name did your mother call you?

I would also like to know what my mother called me.

I am sorry. Sorry, sorry...

If you don’t disappear right now you'll give yourself away and quite soon.

Gayev is a good sleuth. I know him.

It’s a matter of honor for him and you keep on making mistakes.

They’ll shoot you.

- Either counterintelligence or your own. - You don’t know anything about me.

And I’m not sure I’d like to.

Yes?

- Alexander Ivanovich? - Come in.

Here’s the guest list to “Lucullus” and dossier on everyone invited.

Except for Ferrari. All we know is that she’s a poetess and lives in Italy.

Take a good look at this photo.

Don't you see something unnatural about her pose?

What is she doing?

Is she going to sit down? To pick a mushroom?

I don’t know, Alexander Ivanovich.

They’re weird, these poets, no way they’re normal people.

They talk artsy and seem to think artsy too. I don’t know.

The guests need visas.

- You may leave. - Yes, sir.

Something is missing.

There must be something.

But what?

The Red troops will enter Crimea any day now

and I’ve got nothing else to do here. By the way, my mother was Polish

We can get on board right now.

We’ll move to Genoa, then to Glasgow.

I am German, you are Italian, it’s not our country, not our people, not our war.

I will hide you and no one will ever find you.

We can be together.

If it’s true, then... thank you.

Honestly, thank you.

I didn't expect you to say it.

It's hard.

I can’t do it.

I can’t leave people who have risked their lives for me,

who believe in me, who depend on me.

Treachery is so noxious, I won’t be able to live with it.

There are things in this life that you have to do

for the sake of others.

Will these others do anything for the sake of our happiness?

I don’t know. I am not sure.

Not everyone is meant to live a quiet, simple and happy life.

You know it.

You’re getting carried away. When you recover your wits it might be too late.

It’s stupid to throw away the key to the door,

it may stay closed forever.

Your coffee.

- Hello. - Hello. And goodbye to my privacy.

Meeting a good man is a godsend. May I?

- Of course. - Thank you.

I’d like to talk of your presence on board the “Lucullus”.

You know, I’m really glad for you. You are doing well,

your poetry opens all the doors for you, as for me, things are going badly.

Really badly. During the retreat all the archives were lost,

and my people still can’t find any reliable data on you.

I still don’t know if you really did live on Sennaya Square.

With the Bolsheviks in St. Petersburg I can’t send a request to the Ministry.

Will you advise me what to do?

No, but I am very sorry for you. Honestly.

That’s what I expected of you. Thanks for understanding.

Believe me, Alexander Ivanovich, I’ve got no complaints.

Even with the damage done to my dress during the search,

as well as some tiny little mental damage.

What if I don’t agree to let you come aboard the “Lucullus”?

That's fine. Believe me, this yacht can manage without me.

Plus, I’ve been seasick ever since my childhood.

I don't mean to be rude

but I’ve got things to do.

- I understand. May I? - Oh, thanks, how nice of you.

I wish I had enough time to enjoy a cup of coffee with a nice man.

We’ve been meeting more and more often.

It’s a small town, people may start to talk.

I have to say, that would be very flattering.

- Will you help me? - Yes, of course.

Good day.

Hey, it’s the wrong turn. Where are you going?

To confession. Doesn’t your soul weigh heavy?

Time to return to the fold.

Yasha, you may go.

I have something to say, and I wrote to you about it.

Two failed operations. If I hadn’t known you for so many years,

you wouldn’t be here today.

- Well, since I am here, can I talk? - Yeah.

We’re dealing with British Intelligence, they are anything but idiots.

And at the Opera it worked out perfectly.

Which proves that the data from the cigar case

was wrong initially.

- Did we kill their liaison? - No.

We didn’t need this death, neither did they. It was totally pointless.

- They gave you the wrong lead. - Yes. It was my mistake.

- We need new coordinates, right now. - There is more than one mooring.

- You mean... - Many boats, and they need them.

- More locations, more cryptic messages? - And new liaisons for Ermler.

I don’t like the game you’re playing with this Ermler.

I need to trust you but it’s getting harder and harder.

When a spy's motivation mixes with their emotions,

their loyalty becomes invisible, even for themselves.

I'm a professional, Semyon, you’ll have your coordinates.

If you don’t you may shoot me.

I'm fed up with your promises.

If the coordinates are wrong again,

I'll strangle you myself. I hope it’s not all, isn’t it?

It is my firm belief that in a given situation

- the death of Wrangel is unacceptable. - Sorry...

Say it again, I didn’t get it.

His death will make him a martyr and turn us into executioners.

He is leaving, he said so himself, he’s got no support,

It will be seen as his defeat and our victory.

We can’t pity our enemies We can’t.

Either we get them or we get shot in the back.

It’s not pity. He is taking many people with him, he is giving them a chance.

Don’t you think that Soviet power

can make these people happy?

They are different. Those who stay willingly will be of more use.

- Why didn’t you shoot? - I couldn’t.

- Why? - His son was there.

You wouldn’t do it either, Semyon.

I know you. I know you too well.

So...

Wrangel must die. It’s an order.

It's not up to you or me. Orders are absolute.

I trust you, but I’m the only one who does.

White Guards! White Guards, six men or so.

Look carefully, these rats must be hiding.

They must be there.

Hold position! Prepare for action!

Everyone, stay under cover!

Sviridov! Sviridov!

Don’t shoot!

We should leave quickly. Look, there are horses left.

No, we are not going back empty-handed.

Finish him.

- No, I can’t. - Then I’ll finish you.

I don’t need loose ends. Go ahead!

Look, there’s so much gold and they won’t need it anymore.

It’s all ours. Ours, get it? Come on!

Come on, I said!

Good, let’s go.

Rain makes you sleepy...

Your Excellency, this is urgent.

- I think we have a lead on the treasury. - You have or you think you have?

One of the patrols in the 4-th quadrant is reported missing.

- Don’t miss them! They’re all we’ve got. - Yes, sir.

Quiet! Quiet, I said!

Stop, idiot! If they find you they will kill you. Take this shirt.

Back! Quickly!

Zinovyev, check this cleft. Follow me!

Brothers! Thank God it’s you!

- We made it. Just the two of us. - Where is the gold?

It’s there. Everything's in place.

- Take this, my good man. - Thank you, mister.

- He’s got it. - Yes, I see.

Follow him. Quietly.

- Good to see you, Your Honour. - Stop talking, just keep working.

When I give you a coin you’ll give me the note.

Just pass by, don’t slow down.

We’ve got a cause for celebration. You lost.

Have you recovered your wits?

Poor Varya, she was right to call for me.

Shall I carry you home now?

I wanted to see you so badly. Just couldn’t help it.

All right, I’m here.

You are just a man and I am just a woman, that’s it.

Let’s do it for the last time.

You said you’re leaving,

we can’t part just like this.

I'm asking you, I’m begging you.

Drink with me. Please.

Please.

Stay with me tonight.

What can I get you?

- A bottle of Riesling, please. - Right away.

Please.

Just a man and just a woman...

Simple and brilliant.

- Why can’t people stop there? - Because it’s not enough.

Because they always want to trick each other.

Stop, stop, stop. What's the catch?

I don’t believe you can...

surprise me, baby.

No, you couldn’t, you wouldn’t have the guts.

Damn... You are drinking with me...

Actually, I can surprise you, baby.

Never underestimate your opponent. Magnesium oxide.

Never heard of it?

All the submarines around Balaklava have gone. All in good condition.

What a mean way to do it - underwater explosion,

- No one will ever find or raise them. - Doing whatever they want, bastards!

- We can’t risk the whole fleet. - Kovrov, are your men ready?

Full readiness, Semyon Petrovich. And what about your men?

We will wait.

- I wish I could be so sure. - I said, we will wait.

These coordinates are correct.

- How do we know? - Safronov, start decoding.

- Kovrov! - Yes.

You take her home, stay to the end of the operation and keep a very close eye.

Yakov, the raid at the pier is under your command now.

Shoot to kill.

Good, now we'll see who is whose brother and comrade.

Damn...

Hey, stop!

100 roubles in gold for clothes or I’ll cripple you! Go, go, go!

- Good evening. - Good evening.

- Only patrol. Where the hell are they? - Listen, what if your poetess...

She could have changed sides long ago and we are freezing here for nothing.

- Shut your trap and watch the perimeter. - Who do you think you’re talking to?

Just say her name once more and I’ll kill you.

Shut up you devils!

- It’s them. - Everybody get ready.

Shoot on my command. Let them all get to the pier, we must know their number.

We’ll wait for Ermler. He must be close.

What shall we do? It’s 11.45.

- He is never late. - Something must have happened.

Nobody canceled the operation, money was paid,

- Everything must be done properly. - Yes.

Unload the dynamite, we’ll wait a bit more, he may come.

They killed Teryokhin!

Cover me!

It's a setup! Two killed! I’m leaving. For the money they pay I’m not going to

to die.

Not a single bullet... Blast you!

- Shliman, got bullets? - Yes.

Cover me. Come on!

Damn!

- It’s all we have, it won’t last long. - I get it.

Go around! There are three of them left!

Take them alive!

- They are out of bullets! - Take it.

Have you got any matches?

- What are you up to? - I’ll try to make it to the boats.

- You are crazy! - Ready? Come on!

- You bastard! - Bitch!

Yasha... Popov! Popov!

Popov!

Popov!

Alive? See me?

Quiet, quiet, don’t move.

I'll get you out, I'll get you out.

Don’t worry, I'll get you out. Wait. Wait...