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I received an invitation

to the celebration of the name day of the captain general's son.

This distance is enough to liquidate Wrangel.

Please follow me for a few seconds.

All our guests are subjected

to the same personal inspection procedure.

What do you think you're doing?

Peter Nikolaevich, it's Elle Ferrari herself.

People are dying there knee-deep in mud and water.

We don't have support. And it won't come.

You were so close to him. You have shown mercy to the enemy.

I had to do it.

The archives were lost during the withdrawal.

My people still can't find any information about you.

If you don't disappear immediately, they'll disclose you.

When a spy's motivation mixes with their emotions,

their allegiance becomes almost imperceptible.

You couldn't.

Magnesium oxide. Haven’t you ever heard of it?

These are the right coordinates.

How can we check it?

Bastard! Bitch!

PRESENT

BASED ON A TRUE STORY

OLGA POGODINA

PAWEŁ DELĄG

KONSTANTIN KRYUKOV

NIKOLAY DOBRYNIN ALEXANDER BUKHAROV

SERGEY GOROBCHENKO DMITRY ISAEV

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 ALEKSEI PIMANOV, DENIS ANISIMOV

RED SPY. THE LAST POEM

EPISODE 5

I can't deal with idiots for a long time. I start going ballistic.

If you don't want to confess, then don't.

But I'll put you up against the wall. And anybody else tells me everything.

You're almost dead, why don't you tell him?

What?! How many of our people did you kill?

What?! How many our people did you kill?

I'll leave you alive, so you can live it down.

- Tell me! - Bruskin.

- One more! - Lachin, I think.

What are you thinking? Why are you making up stories?

Who else?

- Kanevski. - Who else?

- Me. - Who else?

You, clown, were you discovered in the travelling circus?

Popov, stop it!

Who gave you the orders? Who was the leader of the group?

- Tell me! - Ermler. Maximillian Ermler.

That journalist from the newspaper "Crimea". This is definitely him.

- I think I killed him? - Was his body found?

- Maybe it was taken away by the sea. - Maybe he's still alive.

If he survived, then it won’t be for long.

Did you hear everything? Go and tell this to the command staff.

Yes, sir.

I'll find this hack anyway.

I heard all of this.

If Wrangel dies tomorrow,

the question of Crimean authority can be resolved.

He doesn't have a successor, everything will be ruined.

His treasury is ours now.

We will survive until our people arrive.

- I just have to obey. - You're an officer.

I know it, you shouldn't remind me of it.

You know, everyone of us has to...

I'll do everything I have to, trust me.

But Gayev didn't allow me to visit the yacht.

So we need the second variant. And trust me, I'll do it.

Well, now let's talk about Maximillian Ermler.

Shliman ratted him out, the documents are in the command office.

He messes with everybody.

It's an order.

It is misguided. We need him to be taken alive.

It's the only way

to establish contact with the heads of the British intelligence community.

The future depends on such relations. You know it.

I see. I tried to persuade them.

But he came too close to us.

- Give me one day. - No.

I won't ask you anything else. It's a personal request.

Give me.

You have 24 hours. Or, rather, he has.

The wound is petty.

You were shell-shocked by the explosion, or you're just pretending.

As the angel who saved my live, you're not very friendly.

I don't believe in their existence.

Why did you do it?

So I can tell you how much I hate you.

You're lying.

I drove you wild.

Go to hell!

It's not a joke. We have been playing for too long. Both of us.

They can be jealous of each other, while you're working for them.

Bravo!

Did I make a mistake?

Your overconfidence let you down, my dear.

It's beyond dispute. What else could I do?

I was just being a man.

This would have ended for you in a very bad way if it weren’t for me.

I don't need anybody else, apart from you.

If I remember correctly, you like blondes.

I knew that this would make you miss.

You're a bastard.

I couldn't let you have the right coordinates.

You couldn't know that I understood German.

I contemplate that even without understanding,

you'll memorize my words and then translate them.

I hate you so much. If only you know this.

You have little time to leave this town and even less time to leave this flat.

I won't go alone.

We won't be that lucky again, Max. Either of us.

I don't rely on luck.

It's urgent, from the very top.

- Petrov! - Present.

Mikhailov. Get your people and guns together.

We're going back immediately. It's an urgent mission. 10 minutes to get ready.

Semenov.

You're in charge.

- Comrade Commander. - No questions!

- I will leave five people with you. - Only five?

- Yes, five. - Are you leaving the machine gun?

No.

How can we defend the baggage with only six people? What if...

I'm carrying out an order. The order is to leave just three people here.

And come back immediately.

- I'll choose another one. - No, I'll stay. Orders are orders.

- But, it's... - I know.

Thank you.

You have ten minutes to get ready.

Listen, what is happening?

They left the baggage without a guard.

I don't care what is happening with this commanders.

The main thing is that the gold can be ours.

We'll get off their back now, and then come back for our gold.

I think we pried ourselves away from them.

They don't follow us

maybe they haven’t even noticed that we have disappeared.

That's all. We walk from here.

Well, let's meet your fellows in arms.

Let's go.

It's so quiet here.

Look at it.

Wow.

Semenov.

Everybody is dead.

Hurry up, let's check.

Where is the gold?

Gold.

- My stars in the sky - My stars in the sky

- Are you eyes - Are you eyes

- It's windy on deck - It's windy on deck

- It's cold - It's cold

- This wind - This wind

- Splits in two - Splits in two

- My life - My life

- The mast sways like a straw - The mast sways like a straw

- Lip doors are tightly locked - Lip doors are tightly locked

- At this hour in your white house - At this hour in your white house

- Think of me - On the shore.

Why did you call me?

Help me.

I can't write anything without you. I just produce rubbish.

Acute social political poems are needed for tomorrow morning.

You can refuse to help me. But the deal will suffer.

You're a professional.

You're all in the finest lace.

In Petersburg you ride the lions.

That's good.

- That's good. - No, no, no. Don't write this.

It's not the right thing, you see? I can't read it to them.

It must be simpler, harder, more honest, without lyricism at all.

It's not quite it. It's not right.

- I need, I need... - Lights...

Like...

Like wings behind, and behold,

inspired by victory, like...

Like a black angel rushing into battle.

That's good. It's very good.

Rushing into battle.

Not bad, Popov, when you're not angry.

Mademoiselle, give me your hand.

What a pity that I can't accompany you today.

Wait a minute.

- Elle. - Varya

- Hello. - Good afternoon.

I'm so glad to see you.

Mikhail, come here. It's Elle Ferrari. She's my friend and a famous poetess.

Pleased to meet you.

Pleased to meet you, too. Varya has told me a lot about you.

I envy people who'll listen to your poem today.

I'm afraid this won't happen today. Gayev didn't allow me on board the yacht.

That's why, Varya, give it to Peter Nikolaevich.

I corrected everything just like he asked me.

Elle, that cannot be. Listen, I'll talk to Peter Nikolaevich personally.

- Don't worry! - Varya, it isn't necessary! Varya.

Mikhail, stop her, please.

- I feel very awkward. - It'll be difficult.

- Check the guard along the coast-line. - Yes, sir! Let's go.

Good afternoon!

You can't believe that since this morning

I had a feeling that I would meet you here.

I'm just passing through, I need to transfer papers.

Don't you want to have lunch with me?

I had a full breakfast, so I'm not hungry.

Aren’t you going with everybody else?

I have a sea sickness, just like you. But there will be a lot of my people.

Although it is not interesting to you.

Alexander Ivanovich, I appreciate your attentiveness,

but it is not required now.

My dear, this is my personal invitation. My word carries some weight.

- Please. - Thank you.

- Peter Nikolaevich. - I'm so sorry. Forgive me.

Peter Nikolaevich.

Why are you sad?

Where is the mother of your coin purses?

I found a place on board ship. I came to an agreement with the captain.

Pack your bags. Take only bare essentials.

We'll spend the night somewhere else, we can't stay here or at my place, either.

We'll be ruined. We don't have enough money to emigrate.

My dear, I'll find money. Don't worry! Mazel tov!

Even the Gods will envy our lifestyle

and we'll spit upon them from the balcony.

- Has anyone else called? - Ermler.

- And? - I told him that you hadn't been here.

That's right.

Hello.

Come here.

Can I hear the room 16A?

This is Kanevski.

I need a personal meeting.

It's urgent.

I see. I'll come.

You're very friendly.

I'm afraid.

You shouldn't be afraid now, we should act!

And you'll have another life!

I hope it won't be for an eternity. I'm scared of the sea.

And what will I put all these things in?

How will we live there? What will I do there?

Do you want to stay here? Then I'll take Taya with me!

I want some vodka!

I'm as hungry as a hunter. Give me some soup! Come on!

Taya! Set the table!

Hush!

- Please. - Thank you.

Rest! Rest!

- Good afternoon. - I'm so glad to see you. Really.

I hoped you would be here with us at this difficult time.

I want to see as many of my friends as I can today.

- It’s a pleasure for me to be useful. - Ms. Ferrari.

Thank you for your help with the address.

It's an important day and hard words for me.

- Thank you for your help. - Thank you for the trust.

For whom are all these curtsies for?

It's etiquette, but has...

- I understand. - I'll study it.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you one more time and I hope everything will be okay.

Cover off! Hup!

On guard!

At ease!

- Why are you so late? - Come on. Come on.

We'll be alongside for safety.

I see, we'll go parallel to the track.

Hush!

Ladies and gentlemen!

I must admit, everybody knows

that the reason of this meeting is an unhappy one.

But I'm glad to see you, All you people who are dear to me.

We gathered together here to welcome and thank our close friend.

The consul of his majesty, Michael Ellington.

Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!

We're leaving the Crimea.

People were the most important to me, not wars and medals.

A bad peace is always better than good quarrels.

We have to leave to save as many people as we can!

Our fathers, brothers and husbands! And God will help us.

It is not a defeat! We will come back and win!

And our allies will help us.

I offered to the esteemed Consul to make an inspection of our squadron.

And we're going to do it with honour as a mark of respect.

Take your posts!

They're going.

Let's go, too.

Shakro, let's go parallel to the track to Malaya Gryada.

Thank you.

- I adore poetry. - It's amazing.

It is not natural for men. It's so sentimental.

It's our dreams and secret desires in the form of words.

I agree with you.

Everything that doesn't exist in real life and everything that we want.

Yes, yes, maybe.

Maximillian, come here, please!

This is a very funny thing. Let's go.

With great pleasure.

Gentlemen, let me introduce the very talented journalist.

Maximillian Ermler, from the "Crimea” newspaper.

- It's a great honour. - Pleased to meet you, Maximillian.

- What do you write about? - What? Whatever pays most.

I appreciate your frankness. It is natural to professionals.

- What happened? - I think, my heel broke.

- Can you check it? - It's an honour to assist you.

Thank you.

I think that it's okay.

I hope it didn't bruise.

The swell sometimes happens on the ships, you should be more careful.

Do me a favor, Max. Write this down.

We didn't have the supplies of coal and oil on our ships not so long ago.

So no ship could get underway.

But now with the help of Mr. Ellington,

our fleet is ready to sail to Constantinople.

We won't surrender the ships of the Black Sea squadron

to the Bolsheviks.

We won't put our soldiers

and the residents of Sevastopol up for a grilling.

Great words.

- Can I help you? - I think I've just twisted my leg.

It happens sometimes. Forgive me, please.

I want to step out for a bit, if you don't mind.

- Thank you for the time you granted me. - Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Britain could have done much more for the government of the Russian South.

But you have to remember that the whole world sympathizes with you.

I'm doing my best.

What the hell are you doing here?

You'll get killed, you don't have time. And you know it.

Oh my God, what bastards have we become?

What are we doing, Max?

What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here!

Gayev didn't allow you on board.

Whatever you are up to, stop it right now!

You don’t owe them.

They're using you! I know what you're doing here.

I won't let you. You're a fool! You won't get off this yacht alive.

It's time.

Versemonger.

Don't mix business with pleasure, or your life won’t be worth living.

What are you saying? Watch yourself better!

MOSCOW. RED ARMY INTELLIGENCE DIRECTORATE 1920

It's an urgent message.

It's a radiogram to Sevastopol from comrade Menzhinski.

Yes?

It's urgent from the center.

It can't be true. Are they all crazy there?

Go! According to the second plan! Retreat! Retreat! Hurry up!

Run to the port.

My dear Elle, where have you been? We lost you.

I have seasickness.

But I'm ready to drink some water and read to you,

if our guests don't mind. - Perfect.

Frankly speaking, I also don't like long sea trips.

Bitch.

- Peter Nikolaevich. - Here you are.

- I brought our guest. - Read us something new.

- Please. - Of course.

Shakro!

Can you go closer? As closer as you can.

She's on the boat.

Sea. Battle. Pillar. Flag.

Nord-Ost howls, roars, growls!

Do not blow you over us in the dark sky of bright stars.

Storm gnaws our ship like a dog gnaws a bone.

The sea is preparing a bed for us, the lullaby of the Nord-Ost.

The God of the sailors looks from above, through the storm and the Nord-Ost.

In the sea, he will throw us

way to the sky, the bridge of stars.

- Thank you. - Great poems!

I want to say this one more time, I read what you had corrected.

I was astonished. You're a very talented person.

You feel the rules, you choose the few words that touch the soul

from among billions of empty words.

They are trenchant, accurate and honest.

I didn't expect to hear you say that.

Elle, excuse me.

Peter Nikolaevich, help us to choose the prize for a guest,

- We're waiting for you. - Yes.

I don't like this, and it's not the right time.

But what can I do? I can't insult the guests.

Come with me and help me.

I' d like to stay here, if you don't mind.

I have a little sea sickness. I like to watch the sea.

I'm sorry that we didn't finish our conversation.

I'd like to get to know you to describe this time properly.

Wait a second. Then we'll finish it, it's an important conversation.

- Olga Mikhailovna. - Yes.

- Varya. - Yes.

The bottle of Abrau-Dyurso.

Natalya Arkadievna, I have to give it to you. And I’ll do it with great pleasure.

Let this put you in a better mood.

My congratulations!

Look at the battleship.

- Retreat. - What does it mean? Do you understand?

It means that we have to cancel our operation! Shit!

- What are we going to do? - What... What...

Let's go across! Come on, Shakro, come one!

Alright!

Excuse me.

Excuse me, we didn't finish our conversation.

What are you doing, idiots?

Your Nobleness, the steering has locked up. It's our fault.

Have mercy! The steering has locked up.

We can't do anything!

I'll shoot you like chickens!

Don't do it! We're going!

We're going!

"Lucullus" will stay its course.

I propose a toast!

For perfect words that are often in need.

For feelings that give sense to our actions.

For poets who can tell it to us.

- Elle! - Elle, what happened?

- Towel! Water! Ice! - Hurry up!

- Hurry up! - What happened?

Hurry up!

I think I got seasick.

Elle, please, don't stand up.

I'm fine, trust me. I'm fine, I just got seasickness.

- Sit down, sit down,. - No, I'm fine. Really. Trust me.

- Carefully. - Thank you.

- Don't stand up roughly. - Quiet, quiet.

It happens.

- I've overheated maybe. - You need to lie down.

- I can offer our cabin. - No, thank you. That's no big deal.

That's not a big deal. Really.

- Drink some water, dear. - Thank you.

- Drink, drink. - Thank you.

Thank you.

I can continue.

- Are you sure? - Absolutely.

- Mr. Gayev? - Yes.

I'm sorry, but we don't have pike cutlets in our menu

and unfortunately we won't have them.

Did Mr pike go over to the Red Army?

Alexander Ivanovich.

Thank you for...

Kanevski, stop this court bow. What do you want?

Wait a minute.

Give it to me.

Shit.

Shit.

- There she is. - I see, I see.

She’s also here.

Give it to me.

All my information and film. 10 thousand.

- What? - Pounds. Sterling.

For the first time in my life I don't want to argue.

You're lucky! It's worth it.

Come here.

- What do you want? - Vodka.

Alright.