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STAR MEDIA

Aleksandr Domogarov

Mikhail Porechenkov

Yekaterina Vilkova

Pavel Trubiner

Written by Igor Ter-Karapetov

Production director: Sergei Ginzburg

Score by Gleb Matveichuk and Andrei Komissarov

First cameraman: Vasya Sikachinskiy

Art director: Yuri Konstantinov

Costume designers: Zhanna Lanina, Kseniya Mavrina

Make-up by Anastasiya Ramlya

Casting by Yekaterina Struchkova, Anastasiya Lenova

Edited by Olga Proshkina, Irina Michurina

Sound producer: Leonid Shushakov

Post-production producer: Artyom Yeliseev

Produced by Andrei Anokhin, Vlad Ryashin

Kill Stalin

What a shame, our best men are dead.

Twenty-two people.

And how many Germans died?

Seven or eight, we don’t know yet.

They were in the epicenter of the explosion.

Good job, Lavrentiy, good job.

Go get some rest,

you don’t look too good.

Yes, sir, Comrade Stalin. You’re keeping the list?

Be careful.

Captain, sir, one of them is still alive.

What are you yelling for?

Dig, just be careful about it.

Come on, dig him out.

Get a move on!

Prokhorov.

Yes. Nikolay Sidorovich?

Listen carefully. You need to leave the office immediately.

I don’t understand, why?

My people are about to come, do what they say.

But...

Comrade Senior Major of State Security, please follow me.

Careful, careful.

Prokhorov, it’s me again.

Nikolay Sidorovich, will you tell me what’s going on?

Look out into the hallway.

They’ve come for you. They have to find your corpse and that of

Berezhnoy and that new Senior Lieutenant of yours.

Novitsky? And what am I supposed to do?

Go right, down the fire escape.

There’ll be a car waiting for you downstairs.

Thanks.

Thank god my eardrum didn’t burst.

Thank god we’re still alive.

Go to the barracks, get some rest.

I’m going to wait for Prokhorov, report everything

and then join you.

Weird that he hasn’t arrived yet.

Yep.

Captain Berezhnoy and Senior Lieutenant Novitsky,

you are under arrest.

Hand over your weapons and go to the car, please.

What’s wrong? I...

What is this?

Hand over your weapons or we shoot.

What is this game?

Calm down.

Hand over your weapons and go to the car.

Don’t aggravate them.

Get up.

Sapater, Dronov, go to the barracks, this is an order.

Make a run for it, maybe?

We’ll have less problems without you.

Shut up.

The walls have ears.

What is going on here?

State Security Major Shipko.

An arrest, Comrade Second-Rank Commissar.

An arrest on what grounds?

I am Senior Major of State Security Prokhorov.

What are the grounds for the arrest?

These are my people, they just carried out a special mission.

It’s an order.

Hello.

An order? Whose?

I am not at liberty to...

Get out of here.

But...

Give my people their weapons back and get the hell out of here.

‒ Yes, sir, Comrade Second Rank Commissar. ‒ Get to it.

Give them the weapons back. Follow me.

There you have it.

At ease, Comrade Senior Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

Thanks, Nikolay Sidorovich.

It’s all right, Andrey Illyich,

we’ve been through some tough times together as civilians.

And then again, knocking Lavrentiy flat on his ass isn’t too bad.

Yeah.

But Beria isn’t going to leave it like that.

We’ll see about that, but it was a mistake to report you as dead so soon.

A mistake.

Senior Major, Captain, Senior Lieutenant.

We were about to bury you.

Good thing you weren’t about to have a wake, Lavrentiy Pavlovich.

Funny guy. I’ve already informed Comrade Stalin of the mistake.

It was decided not to diminish the merit of the awards

that were given to you posthumously.

Comrade Prokhorov.

I serve the working people.

Comrade Berezhnoy.

I serve the working people.

Comrade Novitsky.

I serve the working people.

And one more thing.

The officers of Comrade Berezhnoy’s group

have been awarded three days’ leave for carrying out a special mission.

Yes, sir, three days’ leave.

I wouldn’t be against some leave, either.

At least I’d get some sleep.

You want some rest, Comrade Prokhorov?

Then write up the report, you can do it right in the aide’s office.

I was just thinking out loud, sir.

Excuse me, Comrade People’s Commissar.

Well, you’re all free to go, comrades.

Yes, sir.

Do you have anything else to tell me, Nikolay Sidorovich?

No, Lavrentiy Pavlovich, I won’t bother you anymore.

Good day, then.

Fire! Reload.

Fire! Reload.

Fire! Reload.

Sling, arms.

All right, let’s go.

I feel sorry for the girl, she was so young. Let’s go.

All right, go, go, go.

What was that about his girlfriend?

She was killed right before his eyes.

Can I have a word, please?

Of course.

Well, Ivan, I congratulate you personally.

Thank you.

This time we’ve bested Hess.

I’d be surer if I saw his corpse.

A corpse? You saw that mess in there.

There’s no reason to be afraid of the dead. It’s the live ones you should be afraid of.

I heard they were transferring you to Ural, that the order was being prepared.

I’ll live.

Be careful, Lavrentiy Pavlovich is a vindictive man.

Thank you.

They blew up something underground, I saw the crater myself.

Bombs just don’t make craters like that.

I’m afraid to go to the metro now.

I know what you mean, those damn fascists.

Coming through.

I’d tear them all to pieces.

I’m sorry. Come here.

What’s wrong?

Nothing. I’m not running after anyone, I’m not chasing anyone, it’s weird.

Well, that’s good.

I feel uneasy.

It’s okay, three days are going to fly by quickly,

then you’ll get back to your job.

Listen, let’s get off here, huh?

All right.

‒ Bye. ‒ Bye.

Bye.

Go if you want, Zhenya.

Oh come on, Gena.

Sorry, Yevhen.

Moliboga called me that.

It’s Ukrainian.

Listen, how about we go to the barracks,

grab a bottle and commemorate him, the two of us.

Now that’s real winter. It’s beautiful.

And in the summer there was music here.

Yeah, there was an orchestra in that gazebo,

and people were dancing.

How do you know? You’re not from Moscow.

Well, I’ve been to Moscow. We would visit my aunt every summer.

Don’t you believe me?

I do. I was just asking.

You’re smooth, Comrade Captain.

You know how to avoid a conversation.

Gorelov can’t replace Dikov.

What kind of Don Juan would Gorelov make? Come on!

But Dikov is in evacuation. What would you rather they do?

End the play. You can’t put Leporello there instead of Don Juan.

It would be cheating the viewer. Understand?

What are you shaking your head for? That’s cheating the viewer!

Don’t get agitated, Grisha, you have a heart condition.

How can I not get agitated!

That’s it, I’m not playing anymore.

You’re Hitler, then.

No, you’re Hitler.

I can’t be Hitler, I’m a girl.

How about this: no one’s Hitler.

We’ll all be Soviet warriors, and we’ll pretend he’s Hitler.

Right, I’ll make the moustache.

‒ Does this look right? ‒ It does.

Charge, then!

Hooray! We defeated Hitler.

Hooray!

Hooray!

Weird, we played Chapaev when we were kids.

Hooray! Hooray! We defeated Hitler!

God, when will it all end?

It will.

Well, let’s commemorate the guys, and ourselves, too.

Posthumous awards while we’re still alive, now that’s something.

Well, that means we’re going to live long.

Don’t clink the glasses.

You should get some rest.

No, we have to find Hess’s group.

I don’t get it, explain this to me.

Okay, I’ll explain.

Here you go.

I can’t drink anymore. It’s not making me drunk.

Come on, drink, you’ll feel better.

Come on, to the guys, and to Lilya.

May they rest in peace.

Come on, put your heart in it.

Stay in step.

Potatoes, bread, canned food.

‒ What are you laughing about? ‒ Nothing.

Sugar, and this is for Kuzma, so you’re not going to die of hunger.

See, Kuzya? We’re going to have a feast.

Captain Berezhnoy.

Any results?

No, don’t, not over the phone! I’m coming.

Wait, I’ll be there soon.

Well, sorry.

I thought you had a day off.

I have to check something urgent.

Can you eat something, at least? I’ll cook something really quick.

I can’t. I’ll try to be here tonight.

Marry me.

What?

You’re going to be my wife. I’ve decided.

But you don’t know me at all.

Let’s go.

At ease.

Well, how is he?

He’s okay.

Is there a letter?

A report.

To whom?

To you, about transferring back to my regiment.

Why?

I’m sorry, but I can’t get used to this.

On the front lines, you know perfectly well who your friends and enemies are, and here…

Afraid?

Who?

Who do you think? You.

That’s a good way to phrase it.

I’ll write that: “Afraid.”

And then again, the operation is over anyway.

Actually, it’s not.

Ponomarenko and his group… weren’t the ones

who died in that tunnel.

Who did die in there, then?

Good question. Did you sign it?

Give it to me.

Officer.

Yes, sir.

Report denied.

Hussars don’t get hungover.

First, I’m not a hussar, second, I’m shellshocked, Captain.

I agree with the former and doubt the latter.

Good day.

This one?

Yes, sir, he said he recognized the photograph,

I didn’t ask him anything else.

Full name.

Valiev, Marat.

Do you know the man on these photographs?

Yes, this is Rinat Borisovich Valiev, my brother.

Wipe your snot off. Spill it.

We’re a year apart in age.

We were drafted from Kazan in ’40.

We went to the same regiment, first me, then him.

We served in Belorussia, in Lida.

Go on.

In the first week of July, he got surrounded, then captured.

Then to the saboteur school. My brother did well.

He was taken somewhere, he said that it was to Germany,

an instructor or something.

Did he speak German?

Just a little bit, like almost all trainees.

Our group had to have German officers.

Exactly.

Yeah.

Someone did a good job at feeding misinformation to our group.

I have to talk to you about something, but not here.

Go on, Sechin.

Why didn’t you shoot yourself right there, you bastard?

Let’s continue.

Go sit down. Wait.

So, what did you want to say?

Ponomarenko was just a few steps ahead of us.

Well?

He led us to the wrong group.

So what?

Polina Serebryakova.

She couldn’t have.

Who, then?

I’m sorry, I understand how you feel, but she gave us up to Ponomarenko.

All right, let’s go to Letyagin’s apartment.

If she lied, something has to give her away.

Let’s give Sechin a ride and go.

Well, what did Serebryakova tell us?

She remembered that the hallway smelled of dogs.

Ponomarenko worked with dogs, so it’s possible.

What else?

She said she saw his reflection in the mirror.

Well, go to the room.

Come on, come on.

Stand next to the table.

I’m there.

I can’t see you. Try the other side.

I walked around it.

I can’t see you.

Walk around the table.

I’m there.

Walk up to the mirror.

There.

I can’t see you.

And here I can.

But it’s out of the hallway.

So what does it mean?

It means she lied.

What are you going to do?

What I have to. I’m going to arrest her.

We have to question her and find out what she knows about the group.

We would visit our aunt every summer.

Do you want me to go alone?

We’re going together.

She’s not there?

No. Wait, stop.

He’s been here, too.

Why do you think that?

I don’t know. I can feel it.

What’s his name?

Kuzya.

Kuzya.

Weird, he doesn’t like strangers.

You’ve never been here before, have you?

You’ve never invited me.

Just don’t touch anything right now.

133-27, connect me, please.

Dronov, put out an APB on Polina Serebryakova right away.

Yes, her!

Send the patrols her photos again.

Take Sapater and go to my place.

Yeah, and call Sechin. Novitsky is here already,

we have enough people.

I’d give you some tea, but Grisha Sapater would get mad.

We’d ruin his work.

What work?

We’re going to dust for prints.

But we have her prints?

Like I said, someone’s been here, we’re taking all the prints.

Then we have to find out if she’s even Serebryakova.

Well, that’s a job for you.

Go to the HQ.

She said she was in Smolensk during the occupation,

we have to contact every guerrilla regiment we can.

Find out who Polina Serebryakova is.

Yes, sir, permission to go.

Careful, almost ran me over.

What happened? I was called.

Serebryakova ran away. Go upstairs.

Sapater and Dronov are coming any minute now.

And where are you going?

To the archive.

‒ Good day, Comrade Senior Lieutenant. ‒ Good day.

What are you doing here?

Came here with Berezhnoy.

‒ Is he in the apartment? ‒ Yeah, waiting for you.

And where are you going?

On an assignment from Group Commander.

Grisha.

Right, right, this is the last one.

It’s one hundred and sixteenth.

So what, can we walk around the apartment now?

Yeah, you can.

Thanks a lot, Grigory.

Funny guy, aren’t you.

Well, tell me what you got.

This is a map of the prints. Here you have all of them,

one hundred and sixteen.

We take away Serebryakova’s and Comrade Captain’s prints

and we’re left with the foreign prints.

Then we look at their position on the map,

and we can trace the movements of the intruder in the apartment.

Wait, how exactly?

Come on, brag some more.

Well, for example, a neighbor comes to borrow something.

Right.

Her prints are probably going to be on the doorknob,

could be in the kitchen.

Wait, so if it’s a thief, his prints are going to be

on the cupboard and the drawers?

Not only if it’s a thief, also if it’s someone

searching the apartment.

For example, if it’s a guest, his “official” prints

are going to be on, like, the chairs, the dishes and so on.

But if we find them on the drawers or inside them,

the guest was looking for something sneakily.

Wow, cool.

It’s all estimates, of course, but it could give us a result.

All right, where are you going to get Serebryakova’s prints?

I’ll gather some, her hands are small.

There’s a lot of those prints on the dishes and the chairs.

But none on the drawers or the cabinet with the papers.

Which is strange, for a spy.

Take my prints in the HQ.

Yes, sir.

Why don’t you think she could have been warned by phone?

I called the telephone hub, no one called here.

All right, everyone, let’s go. Grisha.

Yes?

Can I finally let the cat out?

Of course, Comrade Captain, sorry.

Nice, Grisha, nice.

Yeah, thanks.

Comrade Captain, so it turns out that citizen Serebryakova

was with the saboteurs all along?

But how did you…

What?

I’m not talking about that. You liked her, right?

There is no trust anymore.

Don’t tell anyone about the fingerprints, report directly to me.

The visitor who warned Serebryakova is probably our only lead.

Yes, sir.

Hello, it’s me.

In Moscow.

Been here for a long time.

I’ll come for you, wait.

Thank you.

Ivan, I hope you understand, I simply have to report about Serebryakova.

I understand.

I won’t say anything about your relationship.

Thank you, Comrade Senior Major.

Some work, Comrade Captain.

Was it money or falling for a red herring? How did it even happen?

It’s my fault, Comrade Major, I let emotion get the best of me.

And it was all very well planned.

Well, don’t forget who we’re dealing with here.

Yeah, I have to admit I haven’t seen anything like that before.

A triple-cover group, maybe even more.

Can you guarantee that there are no moles in our HQ?

No, I don’t trust anyone.

Only continued work can tell if Polina Serebryakova

was the last traitor in my immediate surroundings.

Ivan, one more mistake like that and we’re done for.

‒ Hello. ‒ Hello.

Good morning. Has he been to your apartment, Comrade Captain?

I told you, I haven’t. Hello.

What do you mean you haven’t?

What about yesterday, did you forget?

Well, I didn’t touch anything with my hands.

So there’s no way your fingerprints would be there?

There isn’t.

Sit down, tell us what you got.

We have information on Polina Serebryakova.

The guerrilla regiment acting around Livny village says:

Polina Serebryakova, Kiev University student,

Young Communist, daughter of a field medic, was the regiment’s communications officer.

In September she was captured by the military police,

shot after several interrogations.

All right, come here.

Check every filing cabinet for this pseudo-Serebryakova’s prints,

maybe she’s been captured earlier.

Yes, sir.

That’s a lot of work, can you have at least Gena Sechin aid me?

Yeah, you can have him.

Let’s go, Gena.

I wonder what “at least Gena Sechin” means.

Let’s go, let’s go.

Look, either the information about the girl who was shot

is inaccurate and Serebryakova has been recruited,

or someone used her. What do you think?

I don’t know.

The holidays are coming.

It was warm this time last year.

Well, early winter is good for us.

The Germans are going to get cold sooner.

So, we let Ponomarenko go.

All we have is the film.

We have to watch them again. Are you going to help me?

Of course, but I just wanted to say that

I’m very sorry it turned out like...

Right, stop that. Only talk if you have something to say.

‒ Captain, permission to report. ‒ Report.

Every garrisson HQ has Serebryakova’s pictures.

She’s not going anywhere, we’ll run her down.

Sorry.

Were you the one responsible for watching Ponomarenko?

‒ Yes. ‒ Well?

Go get the film.

Why the film?

‒ We’re going to watch a movie. ‒ Yes, sir.

Zhenya! Zhenya!

Oh, excuse me, I thought you were someone else.

Don’t be so careless.

I think I sprained my ankle. It’s okay.

Does it hurt?

A little bit. Can you walk me?

What about Zhenya?

He’s late already.

End of Episode Six