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But Gayev didn’t give me permission to board the yacht.

It’s my personal invitation and my word carries weight.

What the hell are you doing here?

Whatever you are doing, stop it right now.

- Damn... - I haven’t done anything wrong,

and keeping me here is just cruel.

Your poems are published in the same publishing house

as the Bolshevik proclamations.

Ferrari has been arrested. Whose side is she on, Semyon? I need the truth.

- We need to get her out, now! - Do you want all of us killed?

There we are - Bolshevik lady and a terrorist.

Why did you hide it from me? Aren’t we allies anymore?

What a sneaky bitch!

Gayev will seal off the whole town. He won’t let us go.

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 ALEXEY PIMANOV, DENIS ANISIMOV

RED SPY. THE LAST POEM

EPISODE 7

Our attack at Kakhovka failed.

Almost all the tanks were damaged or taken by the Reds.

In the breakthrough we lost up to 200 dead.

There are many wounded.

- General Babiyev? - Killed.

We lost 2 armoured trains, “Officer” and “Dmitry Donskoy”,

150 freight cars, 50 platforms, 2 tankers, 4,000 shells.

The wounded must be brought to the ships.

- I order a retreat. - Yes, sir.

This is the end.

Remember the name. You are Kalinovskaya.

I’m accompanying you.

- Go, go. Don’t look back. - That’s her!

- Where? - Going up the ramp.

Just hold on, keep going.

That’s totally her, but she looks half-dead.

- Yes, that’s our beauty. - And the bloke must be...

- You think it’s the journo? - I mean, who else can it be?

- Sneaking away. - Listen...

You have good eyes, we’ll check it now. We need her alive.

Don’t fail me if you don’t want to join her in prison

for sympathizing with traitors. Come on.

- How is the loading going? - The steamships “Beshtau” and “Lazarev”

are waiting at the pier as you instructed.

“Rion” and “Siam” are armed, fully loaded.

"Kronstadt” and the British destroyers have left with refugees,

they even towed “Zhivoy”.

The civilian ships left, “Gloria” left last night, only the “Limnada” is here.

- That's all. - Take all survivors the to “Kherson”,

civilians - to “Knyaz Aleksey”. See to it.

- Right away. - And one more thing.

The “Lucullus” won’t leave until all the wounded are on board. Clear?

I will tell Olga Mikhailovna to get ready.

I guess you’ve never thought that you would live to see this.

Such a great tragedy, I still can’t grasp it.

- Thank you for your service. - Peter Nikolayevich...

I am with you until my very last breath.

It’s a matter of honor, of my entire life.

Forgive me if something was wrong.

Volodya, life knows best what is right and what is wrong.

It doesn’t need our help for it.

By the way, what's going on with Gayev and Ferrari?

I have thought about it a lot and came to the conclusion:

If she really wanted to kill me she'd definitely have done it.

Damn... I always tried not to leave a trace.

Now you may stop trying. The Whites can trace you, the Reds can trace you,

so now you can’t return to either.

Well... I wouldn’t call them terrible wounds.

Come on. I know you’re not pretending.

Be careful! You’re not cleaning lentils!

You are too noisy.

I’m sure you were taught how to endure pain.

Though they rather taught you how to inflict pain on others.

Look... oh... who's talking! Please...

The ship is leaving soon.

You need medicine.

Don’t go! Don’t do it. Not now.

- Please. - Elle...

You won’t make it to the Bosphorous. You need carbolic acid.

We’re going to live until a very old age.

All the more don’t go.

I beg you. Please. Please.

Not now. Please, not now.

Lock yourself inside.

I won't be long.

- No sign of her. - You go there.

Gypsy! Gypsy, come here!

You check the port, I’ll stay here.

Check every cabin, every crack. Don’t miss her. Go ahead!

I will get you. I will get you.

To fortune who favours only the desperate,

To chance who only comes once and you have to be smart not to miss it.

- You are my genius! - That’s just it.

Moreover, rich! Rich, the devil take me!

- Your passport, please. - What a mess of things you’re making!

- Passport control is mandatory for all. - Please wait.

Mister Gayev, I really need to get past. You are getting in my way.

I'll deal with it. Move! Out of the way!

My God... Who? Who?!

Hurry up! No time to sleep!

- What is in it to make it so heavy? - Masters’ stuff, naturally.

What do they put in there that’s worth its weight in gold?

- Hurry, up, hurry up! - On the foredeck, keep moving!

Initially it had to be “General Kornilov”.

We had everything ready.

I changed my mind, that would be better.

- The loaded ships may leave. - Yes, sir.

- Thank you for the cabin, James. - You are welcome, Max.

Straight ahead. I delivered your message.

The centre is pleased with your work here.

But I am not.

Well, we came out of this alive,

that’s all I can say.

I could do with a drink.

Here you go.

You know what I've been missing all my life?

Life, as it is.

Life is a form of existence for protein-based bodies,

as grandpa Engels used to say, but choosing the way is up to you.

To hell with Engels and all his ideas!

There are things...

that will never happen to us again. You see what I’m saying?

When your life is gone no one will bring it back to you,

no one will let you live again, we’ll stay with our false hopes,

they’ll eat away at our souls like rust eats sunken ships.

Take it, mate. It’s a long way to Turkey.

Your Excellency, We are ready to sail.

The soldiers and wounded are on board to the last man. Loading is complete.

- Give the order to withdraw. - Yes, sir.

Present arms!

Olga Mikhailovna and the children are on board.

We are ready to leave.

Alexander Ivanovich remained here. May he rest in peace.

He proved his loyalty.

So... Godspeed.

MOSCOW, RED ARMY PRISON

So, you pawned your life for mine?

They’ll put us against a wall together.

Comrade Menzhinsky, what shall I do with this?

- Let it be. And make yourself useful. - Sorry.

Comrade Menzhinsky, Kovrov is here for you.

- Send him in. - Yes.

- Hello. - Good afternoon, Comrade Menzhinsky.

Come on, you are on another post now. Get used to informal interaction.

Yes, Ignaty, you’ve been promoted. From now on you will head up

intelligence work in the south. We’ve got no time to lose.

What will happen to Ferrari and Uritski, and the arrested Popov?

Is that what this is about? It’s good that you detained her. Thank you.

She’s been taken to Moscow already, let them deal with her.

We didn’t detain her.

- I don’t get you. - We didn’t detain her.

Stop, stop, stop. You were on board the ship.

- You detained her and brought her back. - She was detained on the pier.

- What’s the difference? - She wasn’t in her cabin.

She came back on her own. And Ermler killed Gayev.

That’s how it was, I swear.

You could have been Chief of Intelligence if you hadn’t told me all this.

- Didn’t you have problems with her? - No, there were no problems.

She’s precisely what we need.

Thank you.

I appreciate it, Ignaty. I really do.

CONSTANTINOPLE

And there it is, foreign land! We’re here to make it our homeland.

- What a bedlam! How are we going... - Look, it’s Ermler.

Hell’s bells, can I ever get rid of this leech?

Check into the hotel for one day. Don’t hang around in the town.

- Why the hell do you care? - So as not to be on the lookout forever.

- I'll take care of it and be back. - Be careful.

Hotel “Mon Repos”.

Wrangel will bring the gold to Constantinople.

It must be confiscated. Lie low, it's essential.

Then it will turn into money for our networks in Europe and America.

Plan the operation yourself.

- You trust me to plan it alone? - Yes.

- Me alone? - Yes, you are ready.

And you put a team together.

I’ll take Kovrov. And Popov.

Good, you’ll have time to finish a new book of poems.

You mean, the Ferrari legend is still alive?

There are plenty of reasons to get rid of it now.

Not at all. It’s become even more effective.

And what's more, we’ll inform Gorky.

He is in Capri now, and his patronage

will give us access to the best literary circles of Europe.

Oh my God... And what about Wrangel?

What about Wrangel? He is an emigrant now.

Things changed, he’s in a tenuous position.

There’s no Gayev anymore. We won. We won.

We won and now they’ll have to pay attention to us.

There’s only Ermler left.

He saved my life, I owe him.

- Yes, yes, yes. - He’ll never expose me.

How can you be so sure?

He’d rather kill me himself than give me away

to the English or the Germans.

- He cares about me. - Do you?

I can’t lie to you.

He means more than my life to me.

Though not more than yours, as it turns out.

- Do you realise that he is an enemy? - I do.

Well, it shouldn't have happened, but it does happen in life.

- You must understand that it may hurt. - It hurts.

And you’ll have to learn to use your feelings for him

as well as using him himself.

- You’ll meet him in Constantinople. - I can’t see him anymore, don’t you see?

People like you the change the course of history. It’s a great responsibility.

Why couldn’t we take a bigger boat? How long will we trudge to Batumi?

Bet you picked out a foal with the change from buying this rust bucket.

Mind what you say! Have you ever seen me stealing?

Just kidding. You are used to watch fire and water round the clock,

but I’ve got indigestion from these landscapes.

- Two days of loafing. - Why loafing?

There’s a heap of tackle at the stern, you could sort it out.

Safonov, come on, get busy. Take this book guy for backup.

Where are your manners, Kovrov?

I came to say that we’ve passed Anapa.

- You asked me to tell you. - Call Yasha.

He can’t come. He is still... busy.

- Something else? - I wanted to apologize for...

For my... for my behavior.

You see, in our business... we need to be careful.

And as for me, I’m a very suspicious man, life taught me that.

Now it turns, too suspicious. I am sorry.

Thank you, you saved my life. Our lives.

And... thank you for being honest, thank you for not pretending,

for being what you are, an honest man.

It’s so simple and so rare. Thank you.

- I won't fail you. - Thank you.

It was winter and I was yours,

Snowstorms cradled us in feather beds,

Heal my heart from bleeding sores... And here I got stuck.

- What’s the rhyme? - “Sores”.

Sores... Bleeding sores. Sores.

No, I can’t. You’ll think of something.

- I don't care. - So, you are a genius poetess,

- And I do all the thinking? - Yes.

So, no one in the world will ever know who wrote these brilliant lines?

- I certainly hope so. - That's crazy.

Time to convert to avant-gardists.

Yes, they will swallow any gibberish.

What? Why are you staring like that?

What do you mean, staring?

I’m not staring, just looking.

Looking at the great poetess that I’m making, committing my life for it. Fool.

Our Crimean mission can now be considered closed.

I very much hope so.

I’ve never seen you like this.

Easy, easy, Max. Come in!

Meet the assistant sent to us from the Centre.

- This is Judy. - Glad to meet you.

I have heard a lot about you.

For God's sake don’t say who told you, or these people will have a bad time.

I am ready for any turn of events.

- We’ll see, Judy...? - Wolf.

- Wolf. - It’s all for the new case.

- I’ll study it tomorrow. - You must be tired.

Take a rest, Max. We won't bother you any longer.

I need more time to win you.

You are wonderful. Thank you.

One way or the other, I’ll make you forget him.

So, here we switch to another boat. We all know what we're doing.

Spread out all over town, and see you in Constantinople.

- Beauty, isn’t she? - Yes.

Quite remarkable. She is 6,000 gross tonnes.

Such things make you believe that human capabilities are limitless.

- How do you manage it? - We do, signora,

because we are good with our hands unlike these men here.

You enter into the port and shove your way through

like sardines in a barrel.

Here - they have wheel jammed, there - they try to cut you off... Dilettantes.

- We hardly get time to repair the sides. - Really?

- Does it happen often? - Every day, signora. Every single day.

I am sorry, I'm on duty.

Like sardines in a barrel...

Good day, gentlemen. I hope you were not seasick last night.

- No, thank you. - Did you like it yesterday?

- I told you already... - Thank you.

- Good day, gentlemen. Bon appétit. - Listen...

Do you remember the wine we were drinking last time?

- Something else? - Thank you, my friend, but...

Could you please take it back. It doesn’t even look edible.

Excuse me, madam, I’ll tell the chef, but I can assure you...

Are you going to argue with me? Do I have to beg you? I can’t eat this.

As you wish.

Please excuse us, madam. What did this villain do to distress you?

- This is outrageous. - Let me introduce myself,

Frederico Papa, captain of this liner, the world’s biggest and most luxurious.

- Elle Ferrari, poetess. - Oh, we are fellow countrymen.

Our Lady Madonna saved us on the way to Batumi,

I hope she’ll save this nice day too.

I will order the most exquisite dinner for you or the chef will be fish food.

It’s very kind of you, thank you.

Enjoy yourself, gentlemen, we will meet later.

Training of Judy.

Is this my task? Not too complicated,

- for an expensive agent like me. - Now we need to take a closer look.

In Russia the Bolsheviks are in power, political weather is changeable.

- But negotiations have begun. - What about Wrangel’s gold?

Hardly anyone would help the baron in the present situation.

The Bolsheviks know what he took with him.

What we have to do is to turn this game to our favour.

And you want me to do it, pardon, with Judy?

But it’s you who decide what, how and with whom.

Same rules: you don’t let anyone understand that it’s us

- pulling the strings. - What aren't you telling me?

We can’t publicly recognize that we are renouncing old Russia.

It will be disruptive to the world order. The world must cool down.

Get used to defeat. As for you, I would recommend

you use your connections wisely.

My intel says that Ferrari will be here tomorrow.

- You are so cynical, Michael. - It’s our profession.

I went all around the ship. Your cabin is empty.

The Captain gave me another cabin. He is your admirer.

He likes your poems.

But I don’t like your plan. We could buy the Captain or think of something else.

Look, it’s not always a matter of money. We need personal motivation.

While Kovrov is putting together a file on him I will see who else we deal with.

What if I say that I don’t want it? That we shouldn’t do it?

I'm giving the orders.

We were doing great, let’s not ruin it, please.

What's going on? Is he bothering you?

Oh my God, no. It’s just...

I didn’t have a chance to tell you.

It’s my brother.

He is very, very sick.

He has schizophrenia.

And he is not able to manage his emotions.

- And it is very, very painful. - What can I do for you?

Unfortunately there’s nothing to be done.

Santa Madonna...

CONSTANTINOPLE

- My friend Frederico did his best. - Thank you very much.

The town is in turmoil, many newcomers and many swindlers among them.

One should keep an eye out, especially a respectable lady like you.

Hush, hush... We must go to the clinic, they are waiting for us.

- Of course! I’ll help you to unload it. - I am so grateful to you!

You can't imagine how hard it is for a lonely woman.

Frederico is a real gentleman. It’s all right, dear...

It took you long. Have you ever heard me saying my address to a cabman?