All language subtitles for Locust.S01E02.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.x264-PlayWEB_eng

Could you smoke now?

I quit. But I breathe in the smoke.

Where did we stop yesterday?

Artem started writing. He got published.

But he couldn’t stop working as a courier.

What’s this?

What, are you that surprised?

-I pay more for my apartment.
-That means you should pay less.

And you decided to earn a living
writing poems?

Where did you come from...

foolish boy?

I’m a rural idiot. Go on, pull my leg.

Smoke?

No.

Me?

The only way I can live in Russia is high.

Otherwise, it’s too scary.

Peace?

Peace.

-Listen, do you have an apartment?
-No.

But you have a publishing office.

This is it--

the whole publishing office.

Chill out, old man.

Okay.

I have to pay for the apartment
by the sixth.

Wait. Wait!

My friend has an agency.

Tell him I referred you.

No.

It’s better not to mention it.

Corporate advertising.

You’ll write little poems for cash.

You’ll barter your God-given talents
for pennies.

Who’s this?

A friend.

Well, get in, friend.

All right, everyone sit!

Now let’s all drink to Lera.

-Lera!
-Yes.

To you, from my heart. Everything is from
my heart and very sincere-- just like me.

To Lera!

-To Lera!
-To you, dear.

What are you, a poet?

A poet?

Yeah, exactly.
All poets carry around a notebook.

If something hits them,
they immediately write it down, yeah?

May I?

-So...
-Read it! Read it!

Wait a second. Aha!

“Gray hair-- a badge of honor.”

What does this mean?

What is this?

“Are you really 50?
It’s only the beginning.”

“For feats of labor
and great achievements.”

Dude, this is rough.

Now, we have something else here.

What’s this?

Is this your muse, your Juliette?
Does he inspire you?

Well, no, I write for corporations--
all kinds of greeting cards.

I understand.

Sorry. It’s just that Lera
said you’re a courier.

It doesn’t pay well.

Actually, I even put up flyers.

I get it.

Really, no. Actually, it’s--

Props to you. Total respect, really.

I even think we all should drink to Artem.

-Yes.
-Respect.

So, everyone’s drinking to Artem, right?

To Artem!

Hooray!

Artem doesn’t drink,
so we’re drinking for him.

Can I look at this?

-And where are we going?
-To the Shado.

There’s a private party there.
I already ordered tables.

Can you please tell me
what we can do for you?

Look. I’m fine.

I’m dressed just fine,
and so are my friends.

What’s the problem?

I don’t know. There’s just no way.
I even offered him money.

They have the strictest dress code
in Moscow.

What now? Go to another place, yeah?

Let’s order a table now.

No need. I’m not going.

-Are you sure?
-I won’t go without you.

Okay. You’ll have to see me tonight.

Sorry, dude.

One minute.

I can’t. I’m sorry.

Why not?

Listen,
we’ve been dating for a month already.

Do you have someone else, or what?

I don’t know.

Well, go ahead...

Do something with your hands...

or your lips.

Fuck off.

Understand,
it was physically impossible for me.

It wasn’t about wanting to
or not wanting to.

Maybe I wanted to.
I lost sleep over it for three days.

I’d fallen madly in love.

Love is a drug.

You want to get off it, but you can’t.
You don’t have the strength.

I was in remission for three months.

Only in that van did I understand--
I want him only.

And him only, forever.

I lied to myself for three months.

Money, a career-- I spat on it all.

I wanted to be next to him, and that’s it.

I couldn’t leave,
as if he’d cast a spell on me.

He got under my skin.

Smoke one more, please.

Can you drive at all?

Yeah. I know don’t how else to drive.

Can this happen faster?

Not only do you make me look bad,
but you’re ruining your future.

It’s fine for him. He’s used to being
at the bottom. But you have a future.

So I can’t come back home.
Have it your way.

What will they think of me, huh?

-That my daughter--
-Who’ll think? Gurevich?

You’re pissing me off with your Gurevich
and your project.

So let it fall apart!

I’ve mortgaged everything!

And this is how you help me! Yeah?

Go on, leave.

Try getting along without a dad, a mom.
I won’t support you.

You won’t get a penny from me
or your mother!

You can choke on your money already!

I don’t want anything to do with you!

If Artem gets fired tomorrow,
he’ll find another job!

And you’ll never see us again.
Maybe we’ll just leave.

-And you’ll never find us.
-You shut up!

You’re hysterical!
Don’t shout at your father!

I’m sorry that things
haven’t worked out for you in your lives.

Just don’t do this to other people.

-Valya!
-Bitch!

To the kitchen!

Take your pills, then lay down.

I said lie down, Val.
Don’t kill yourself over this one.

He’s a sick man. Don’t you understand?

I won’t waste my breath calling you a fool
because it’s useless to talk to you.

Leave!

You’ll live in a shack!

We’ll talk again in a month.

Let’s go quickly.

HONK IF SOMETHING FALLS OFF

You don’t regret it?

No. I’m free.

It’s as if I’m in an abyss.
It’s terrifying, but awesome.

Sorry.

Yes.

Yes.

What do you mean? Are you serious?

Cool. Yes. Thank you.

Yes, I understand. I’m coming.

Thanks for calling.

Who called?

Gurevich.

Can you believe it?
My article made the cut.

They’re taking me on as a staff reporter.

Without any education,
with nothing whatsoever.

It pays pretty good, just to start.

That’s it for me today.

I’m late. I have to meet my father.

All right, good-bye.

MOSCOW-KRASNODAR

Hello, hello.

-Pop!
-Son. Hello!

-Hey there!
-You got all dressed up!

We’re in the capital. What’s with you?

You should’ve warned me.
I’d have-- I’d have prepared.

I didn’t know myself!

Julia Konovalova’s daughter said
you have a book coming out.

-I headed out here at top speed.
-Let’s go.

Where are you running to? Son!

So...

Not bad.

You could even call it stylish.

Hello, Grigory Artemovich.

-Hello!
-We haven’t cleaned up. I’m just off work.

Don’t worry about it.

How long have you been living together?

-A year.
-A year.

-A year.
-Around a year.

One minute.

Go ahead. Do what you have to do.

Pop, I’m sorry. We’re almost never home.
Lerka works all the time.

She’s a secretary in Personnel.

-So you understand.
-Secretary?

Rabinovich’s?

Gurevich’s.

He keeps you on a short leash.

-He’s keeping an eye on you.
-You see enemies everywhere. Enough.

I’ve put together
a little something of my own.

There. I’ll read this at your event.

Grigory Artemovich, get your suit,
and Artem will iron it.

She doesn’t know how to do anything.

Go ahead. Where is it?

What are you, blind?

What’s this?

-You’re going in that?
-Of course.

What about this one?

“I’m drowning in your gaze,

floating orbs covered by lashes.”

Do you know his size?
I’ll run out and buy something.

We don’t have the money.

I have 5,000 on my card.
We’ll use it and pick up a suit.

-Something inexpensive.
-He’ll be offended.

-He’s spit on convention his whole life.
-But we can’t.

A lot of important people will be there,
and you’re bringing your father like this.

-What do you mean “like this?”
-Sorry, but he smells.

What?

Listen, he’s better
than all these parties of yours!

Mine?

I gave them up for you, remember?

-You keep throwing that in my face!
-Stop. We’re fighting.

Get him to wear your shirt
and take a shower. Will he agree to that?

Pop.

Let’s go.

Hello.

-Hello. Take one, please.
-Are you offering me one?

Thank you, I have one.

I’ll take one. Thank you.

Hello. Take one, please.

-My son wrote this.
-Yeah? I’m happy for the both of you.

WOUNDED BIRD

A COLLECTION OF POEMS BY ARTEM TSYGANOV

And where’s your photo, Son?

Okay, Pop. Come on.

-Let’s go.
-Take one.

Well, where is your photo, Son?

Hello. Take one.

One minute. Grab something for me, please.

Who’s that they’re playing?

-Brahms.
-More specifically.

-Violin Concerto, Pop.
-Good job. That’s my school.

-Go ahead.
-That’s that guy, Son!

From the TV. What’s his name?

Pop. You’ll see a lot of people here.
Do this, pretend like you’re bored.

He’s homely, so puny.

But on TV, he looks like Rambo.

-Hello.
-All right.

-And how much is this?
-What?

-The cutlets, idiot. How much are they?
-Free, Pop.

Free? Everything?

Everything’s free.

Igor, congratulations.
Congratulations, sincerely.

Just a minute.

-Don’t get carried away.
-What are you talking about?

Don’t worry.

Let’s drink like men.

You’d think that he wrote the book.

-I don’t even know why I came.
-And who are you?

You’ll work your way up.

-You’re very popular.
-What?

Don’t turn around.

Do you see that naked witch there?

Who’s that?

Natasha Iobadze Revaza. She’s a widow.

-And who was her husband?
-Revazik. Igor’s friend.

He was a rich slob too.
He died two years ago.

She took control of his assets.

Be careful.

She collects creative men. It’s her hobby.

Lera! Ler, go see security.
They won’t let Channel 5 in.

One minute.

Congrats, old man. The book is awesome.
Great debut.

It’s my second book.

It’s easier looking at you up close.
It’s just not the same from a distance.

You’re a writer?

Tell me, is it true
that inspiration affects your erection?

What?

A playwright told me, when he works,
he gets the biggest hard-on.

What are you getting at?
I don’t think you’re like that.

-What do you mean “not like that”?
-I don’t know. Not a bitch.

More like a normal person.
Your eyes give you away.

What are you, a psychologist?

Tell me something else about myself.

You’ve been hurt a lot in life.
I understand it’s easier to be a bitch.

Is this your husband?
Where did you find such a man?

We’re not married yet.

I think it’s up to you.
I heard Igor was wooing you.

Do you have an escape plan?

-Is this funny to you?
-No offense. You don’t see the humor.

Pretty dress.
Do you wear it to all your events?

Next time, take a bigger purse.

-You can stuff more food inside.
-Did a lot fit inside yours?

-Natalya! I wasn’t expecting you.
-Excuse me.

Thanks for coming.

-Ler, don’t get all worked up.
-I’m not.

She’s already gone crazy
with her bitchiness.

Let’s go. They want to take your picture.

No, not her. Don’t worry.

Son!

-When can I read my stuff?
-Not now, okay?

Tem! What am I, your back-up?

The heroes of my poems?

I don’t know.
Average people. Simple people.

People with their own fates and stories.
No glitz, no glamour.

Simple, human stories.

The real thing. The truth.

Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.

A thousand apologies.

A thousand apologies,
ladies and gentlemen.

I don’t remember who said it so well.

“When there is no poetry,
people begin to suffocate.

When”-- Let go my hand!

How did Gurevich
end up sponsoring your debut?

Did you pay him off?

I don’t know.

First, this is my second book.
And second, Igor and I are friends.

I hope I can say that.

I--

Where are you dragging me? To--

What are you grinning at?

And you?

Are you satisfied?
I’d eat a face like that.

Are you satisfied?

What is he grinning at, Son?

What is he grinning at?

He’s grinning!

-Artem! What’s going on? Who is that?
-How should I know? We’ll find out.

Just once,
you couldn’t show some restraint, huh?

Like an animal.

-This is how you talk to your father?
-My father?

I hate you. Got it?
I’ve been ashamed of you my whole life.

Look at yourself. A pig! You’re a pig!

I thought I was free of you.
Then you showed up here.

This day was so important for me.
So important!

For me! For my career!
You came here, took it and ruined it!

You screwed up your life,
and now you want mine!

Don’t you dare talk to me that way.

Papa.

Pop.

It’s over. How are you?

I’m sorry for everything.

MOSCOW-KRASNODAR

Okay, it was my fault.

-I asked you in a civilized manner.
-That’s enough already.

All right, go on.

Yes.

Yes.

I told you I quit.

I just hold it in my hands.

Do you know what I realized?

We don’t change

at all.

We are what we are,
and as much as we try to change...

it’s useless.

I’ll say that I got it on sale.
He’ll be so annoyed.

Are you fighting?

Well, who doesn’t fight?

Me and your father.

-How is he?
-He’s in poor shape.

He’s overexerting himself
with these print works.

I just barely persuaded him
to see a doctor.

Mama, what?

The MRI was bad. His blood vessels...
He shouldn’t stress himself.

Go on vacation.

He can’t.
There’s a problem with the project.

Can I call him or drop by?

Come by. He’ll be happy.

-Here.
-Mom, you don’t have to.

-You’ve already done--
-Don’t say anything.

Lera, just hear me out.

-Are you starting up with this again, Mom?
-We’re waiting for you.

We’re waiting for you and Artem both.

-What about Papa?
-I’ll persuade him.

I don’t know how much time he has left.

And I want grandchildren.

No.

Why “no” so fast?
You haven’t heard me out.

Hello.

I actually have some pride.

Interesting.

You think I don’t remember
how your mom offered me money to leave?

And how your father showed me the door?

Now everything’s fine. Everyone’s smiling.
Thanks for taking in an outsider.

-No, I can’t do that.
-And we’re better off like this?

-Yes. What, you’re not happy like this?
-Artem!

Well, go on, finish.

We’re always broke, just scraping by.

-That’s temporary.
-I’m 22. That’s also temporary.

I don’t want to wait.

I don’t want to plod around in one dress.
I don’t want money for my 40th birthday.

I only have one life. Do you understand?
And I want to live it now.

When I’m at a party, I look at the girls
and wonder, “Who am I not as good as?”

Apparently not as good
as the one who talked to me.

Artem, why are you pouting like a girl?

Making a good living isn’t
your strong point. It’s not your thing.

How come my parents can’t help us?

Pride. I’ve heard that already.

But your pride will let you
sleep out on the street?

Let you cage free meals?

We can’t live on your paycheck
or your royalties.

I’ve been taking money from Mom.
You’re already living off them.

Where are you going?

I’m leaving. Good morning. Thanks a lot.

Wait! How will I get to work?

-Hi!
-Do you know what an idiot--

Leave your message after the tone,
and I’ll call you back.

I should live with my parents for a while.
Call me.

-Artem Tsyganov?
-Yes.

ID please?

-What’s this?
-It’s a package for you. Sign here.

Okay.

-From whom?
-How should I know?

I saw a tow truck taking your ride.
Did it break down, or what?

What?

What’s the joke? Where’s my car?

Well, first, hello, Artem.

Second, I got rid of your piece of junk.

How’s the new one?
I got the same color, same model.

Men are conservative.

I’m inviting you. Come celebrate.

The address is on the paper.

You’re looking at me
as if you need my organs.

Not all of them.

I collect men.

The more creative,
the more prestigious he is to collect.

Did you notice a price tag
on me somewhere? I’m not for sale.

And I’m not buying.

I’m not so old that I have to pay for it.

The car is in the courtyard.
Return my piece of junk.

What style.

That said, your piece of junk
is also in the courtyard.

I knew you wouldn’t take it.

Artur, come and take the car.
Return it to the rental agency.

I have the keys.

A rental?

What am I, a fool? A gift like that?
We haven’t even fucked yet.

What was this, some kind of test?

-Listen to you.
-To you.

I don’t drink.

Don’t think that-- I won’t pressure you...

or demean you with handouts.

But if you’re with me...

I’ll give you everything--

myself and the world as well.

That’s unlikely.

But if you want to be friends, please.

That’s a good start.

I can wait. Just don’t take too long.

I’m old.

Heaven forbid I die!

Hi.

They’re asking at work when you’ll return.

Papa isn’t well. I’m staying with him.

Is he there?

He’s busy with his project.

You should’ve called. Why’d you come?

-For you.
-Artem.

I’m asking you.

Just an hour.

-Where are we going?
-It’s a surprise.

Step.

-That’s enough, Artem. I feel like a fool.
-Wait.

It smells like paint.

Stop.

What is this?

An apartment.

It’s ours. I bought it.

How? Where’d the money come from?

I got a loan from work.

That’s everything. We have a home now.

Artem, why?

Do you have any cash left?
We’re counting pennies.

If you owe Gurevich,
you’ll have to pay interest.

He’ll reduce you to slavery.

No way.

I’m young and talented. I can make money.

How? With your poems and articles?

Will we be buying everything
on sale again?

Is there money for evenings out?

-Worst case, your parents will help.
-You didn’t want that.

I was an idiot. Forgive me.

We’re family after all.
We need to learn how to get along.

And then if they have a grandson,
everything will fall into place.

Just believe in me, Ler.

I don’t need anything more. Hear me?

Stay. I’ll do everything for you.

Of course I’ll stay.

Wait. That’s not all.

Will you marry me?

Okay.

I’ll love you.

I won’t let you near the kitchen.

You won’t touch a mop.

-You won’t even touch a rag.
-I agreed already.

Yes, Mama.

Do you know what happiness is?

It’s a lie.
Life will show its face eventually.

Where is he now?

I’m on my way.

Papa was arrested.

Vladimir Viktorovich, hello.

-I’m here about Valentin Chelyabin.
-What about him?

You’re aware that he’s sick.
He had a ministroke.

Take this please--
the MRIs and doctor’s conclusions.

What are you giving me? Am I a doctor?

He’s sick? So we’ll call a doctor. Enough.

Vladimir Viktorovich!

Vladimir Viktorovich, listen please!

-Get out of here!
-Look at the MRIs!

Did I invite you in here?

I’m telling you in plain Russian.
If he’s sick, a doctor will examine him!

That’s it! Leave, woman!

He needs to be in a hospital.
He’ll die in jail.

We’ll get him out. Right now,
the main thing is that he doesn’t die.

God, what am I saying?

Tema, what should we do?

-I need to call Gurevich.
-I’ll dial him.

No need. Not you. It’s--

It’s a family matter. We need to keep it
in the family. He’s practically our--

Tem, don’t be offended.

I’m going to stay with her for now.

Okay.

Do you know what kind of people
he screwed over?

-But you’re his friend, Igor!
-I’ve done all I can do.

At least he won’t get whacked in jail.

He’ll do some time, but he’ll be alive.

If I put myself on the line for him,
people will turn away from me.

I just can’t, Irina. Understand me!

Igor, you’re like family to us.
So give us some advice.

He’s deep in debt.
Someone needs to buy out the project.

Then sell it!

-We need to put the project up for sale!
-To whom? There are no buyers.

Wait. We can sell our house,
the apartment, our car.

-What else?
-Irina.

It’s pennies.

You won’t buy out the project?

Why would I?

It’s profitable.

I’ll explain everything to you.
Papa told me.

-What did your father tell you?
-Mom, you don’t know.

Go home. I’m going to talk with Igor.

Mama, go please. Mama, go!

Mama, go! It’s fine.

Come to me.

Artem is my friend.

We broke up long ago.

You didn’t know?

For three years,
I’ve been going crazy over you.

-Lera!
-Artem, leave.

-Lera!
-Artem, you’re drunk. Leave.

She doesn’t want to see you.

-Lera!
-I’ll call the police!

Lera!

Lera, I know you’re here!

Artem!

Damn!

Tem!

Easy, easy.

NATASHA

New look?

Don’t blame Lerka.
It’s even harder on her.

I heard this is her third time
in the hospital.

Depression.

She deserves it.

Okay. Come to my place.

You know, a year ago I would’ve come.

So what happened?

You.

I don’t want it to be like this.

Then how about something else.

Look out, Artem.

If you come, I won’t let you go.

If you’re mine, you can’t be
anyone else’s. I’m the jealous type.

Everything will be like it should.

There’ll be a veil and a gown.

-But what if I don’t love you?
-Where will you escape to?

I’ll love you so much.

You won’t be able to say no.

You’re cute, Natasha.

Only it’s not my thing at all.

Hey.

Some dough.

You won’t have to starve.

I have... an invitation.

Tonight, to a party.

Steal from the rich.

Tsyganov! Open up!

Is there anything else?

We know you’re home! Open up, Tsyganov!

Tsyganov!

A satanic orgy.

Tsyganov, you couldn’t get away?

Did you make it to the morning milking?

Did you hear me? Go downstairs.
They want to talk to you.

You can take your things.

There he is.

I’m Tsyganov.

What did you want, Tema?

You won’t go online.
You won’t answer any calls.

You’re not paying your loans,
and you were fired.

Everything’s fine. I understand.

Do you want money?

Do you want a punch in the face?

As you know, I’m sorry.

Tem.

Over the last 20 years, I’ve only had
one friend-- you. Tell me why.

There are no debts between us.
If it weren’t for Lerka, we’d be friends.

There is no Lerka.
I burned her out of my memory long ago.

Is that true?

It’s been a year and a half.
Everything’s been forgotten.

I’ve had a hundred like her since then.

No offense.

I wouldn’t throw you out,

but I’m selling the newspaper,
and the apartment is part of the assets.

The accountant has to close the accounts.

I’m leaving the business altogether.

Quietly.

It’s impossible to leave abruptly.

They won’t understand.

What are you on to next?

Spending time with my son.

I’ll spend time with my family for once.

And if you need anything--

money, an apartment--

give me a call.

I was so hungover
I could hardly stand up straight.

Why didn’t you take the money?

Well, okay.

Basically, I’m gone.

Come by at 8:00.
Don’t be late-- before the grub is gone.

All in all, it was a happy ending.
Everyone got married.

Shall I go on or wait till tomorrow?

Subtitle translation by Amelia Wolford