All language subtitles for Razvedchitsy.XviD.2013 - Episodio 07 -Eng

The school is secret military facility.

All communications with family
and friends are forbidden.

We are willing
to give you a chance.

If you serve your country,

you'll be granted pardon.

All insubordination
to senior officers

is considered to be treason.

She'll be studying with you.

How can this be?
Comrade, dear... She...

Our country needs her too now.

The girls said
you were spying after me.

Spying is for agents.

You are just a petty wretch.

Don't push me.

I've forgiven you as it is.

So we are square.

— Volod'ka!
— I love you too!

Very much.

Promise

that you'll stay alive.

No matter what,
just stay alive, okay?

I promise.

In real life a mistress
of a right officer

can learn the plan
of a whole army.

What if an agent has a fiance?

He has to understand
that you'll get killed.

But I have a fiance
and I would like to...

I don't care what you'd like...

Katya!

Mommy!

What if Germans
take over Moscow?

There's a note in your sugar.

I wrote an address there

of Kiev Pechersk Lavra.

Do you know where they are sent?

I guess, to the South-West.

To Kiev?

To Mommy.

— Take me!
— Katya!

Take me with you!

Take me!
My Mommy is there.

Take me with you!
My Mommy is there.

What's this?
Where did you run off to?

I would've went to a church

and send Mommy a note.

What note?

She fills in the address in the cable
and sends it to Kiev.

You come after her.

Comrade Petrov,

— ...there was no plan.
— Quiet!

If I get a little bit suspicious,

you'll face all the consequences.

I won't forget this.

Clear?

Yes, sir!

SVETLANA IVANOVA

SVETLANA USTINOVA

VLADIMIR VDOVICHENKOV

IRINA ALEKSIMOVA

EVGENIY PRONIN

ANATOLIY RUDENKO

Camera Director
KIRILL SPERANSKIY

Art Director
ANDREY ROZIN

Composer
DARIN SYSOYEV

Sound Producer
IVAN RIPS

Picture Editor
KONSTANTIN MAZUR

Screenwriter
ALEXEY ONISHCHENKO

Executive Producers
SVETLANA SLITYUK
VLADIMIR KHABALOV

Producers
ALEXEY MOISEEV
DAVID DISHDISHYAN
OLEG PIGANOV

Director Producer
PHELIKS GHERCHIKOV

SPIES

MOSCOW
5 September 1942

Come in!

Comrade Facility Commander,
you sent for me?

Want some tea?

I have Swiss chocolate.
They gave it to me at the HQ.

Thank you, I just had lunch.

Wonderful.

Come over here.

I want to talk to you
about women.

Excuse me?

About our girls, I mean.

Who would you give gold medal to?

What do you mean?

I mean, like in sports.

First place. Second. Third.

I didn't think along those lines.

Why?

You are not interested in women?

Of course, I'm interested but...

Can I have tea, after all?

Go ahead.

Thank you.

But still..?

I think, Prozorovskaya.

— That's your gold medal?
— Yeah.

Okay.

Silver?

Delyagina.

Too simple for my taste.

But it's your opinion.

Bronze?

Samoylova.

Well... It's a matter of taste.

I see, Velichko...
doesn't strike anything in you?

N... No.

I mean, yes. Doesn't strike.

Why do you ask?

I like Velichko.

Very much.

She has something animal about her,

don't you think?

Ehmm... Maybe.

I didn't think about that.

Is there anything between you two?

In what sense?

In that sense.

Comrade Vorotynnikov,

there are no personal relations
between me and Sergeant Velichko.

Why would you...?
She's my subordinate.

Comrade Instructor,

do you find her at least
a little bit attractive?

Well, yeah... I guess...

You can call her attractive.

A little.

It's good that you acknowledge it.

Because you'll have to marry her.

At ease!

Comrades Recruits!

In ten minutes you have
a seminar in Lecture Hall 1.

Velichko!

Prozorovskaya!

Come over here!

Take a seat!

You too, Comrade Instructor.

I know, you don't really
like each other.

But we've received
a very important assignment.

I believe that only you
can complete it

together with Comrade Petrov.

A German reserve division
is quartered in Polotsk.

It's one of the most trained
and effective formations.

We've been informed that this division
has an advanced weapon at its disposal.

It's ready to be tested in action.

Your objective is

to collect all the information
you can about this weapon.

Photos, blueprints, test schedule...

Okay. What's our cover?

You are an ethnic German
from Danzig,

Irma Steiner.

You sell groceries.

You came to arrange
supplying to Germany.

You are a married couple

from the Western Ukraine,

Pyotr and Angelina Rusnak.

You are both a maid
and a secretary.

Comrade Instructor,
you are a driver.

The thing is obtaining these documents
is extremely difficult,

and we don't even know
what to look for.

But we have a lead.

Half a year ago one of our agents
was put behind enemy lines.

He had documents saying

he's an officer
from a defeated division.

He went through reorganizing process
and was sent to Polotsk.

What office is he in?

Unknown.

The department
that was handling him

got bombed, and everyone died.

All documents were burnt down.

However, one piece
of his personal file survived.

It made clear that

he studied
in the 3rd Kiev Infantry School

at the same time

you studied there.

And I think that upon meeting

Comrade Petrov

will recognize his schoolmate.

Okay.

But I want to make it clear.

Finding the agent
is not the main objective.

What's important is to get
more information about the weapon.

That's why the contact
with German officers should be

as... productive as possible.

Is that clear?

We are not kids.

Excuse me, is that
what you told us

in the very beginning?

We are supposed
to sleep with Germans?

Yes.

Is everything clear?

Yes, sir!

Yes, sir!

Actually, I don't drink cognac.

You took on smoking —
you'll take on drinking cognac.

See that submariner?

Smile at him.

Your smile says
that you have big problems.

It's true.

You are an agent.
You have to put on characters.

If you can't,
you fail your operation.

Remember the exercise.

— Tension-release-justification?
— Yes.

Enlistment Office?

Yes.

Volodya is still
missing in action?

Better?

Then go and meet him.

Go now, act!

I can't.

I have Volodya before my eyes.

In the early 20's I've been
on an operation in France

with a person I loved.

We were betrayed.

One of our own.

We ended up in the hands of officers.

They were interrogating us.

We kept silent.

They knew we loved each other

so they moved from words to deeds.

They treated me like a lady.

I was tied to a bed
and raped in front of him.

He had a carving
made on his back.

Two stars.

We kept silent.

You know why?

Because

our love and our lives

are all very important.

But ideas have more value.

You wrote a letter once

to a city committee

suggesting they can use you
in whatever manner they see fit.

Yes.

Would you write
such a request now?

Yes.

Prove it.

Here.

Matilda said, 'modest'.
How do you like it?

It will do.

The suit looks good on you.
Very good.

— Thank you.
— Only...

— ...the collar is not straight.
— Don't. It's fine.

Okay, I won't.

Shall we get photos done then?

What are you doing?

Well, we are married.

Putting on my character.

Good afternoon!

Comrade Instructor,
permission to ask?

Granted.

I told you about Kat'ka
a thousand times.

There was no plan!

I wasn't going
to run away with her.

I just gave her instructions.

Just in case.

The train gets blown up
or something...

What is she supposed to do?

She's just a kid.

— Could you not scream like this?
— I can't!

You are shunning me
like the plague.

You don't trust me,

you assigned someone else
to drive Kat'ka

and think that I'm scheming some plan
like a snake in the grass.

We are on the same operation, you know!

— How will we work?!
— Sergeant Velichko, stop this break-down!

Yes, sir! Will stop the break-down,
Comrade Instructor.

Comrade Instructor?

Kat'ka gave this for you.

She did the embroidery herself.

PETROV N.

She got attached to you, and you...

A whole month...

Me — that's fine.

But you should visit her, just once,

bring her some small present.

Who's the married couple here?

— Sorry for interrupting.
— It's okay. We are just...

I understand. I do.

Please.

Setting... focus... Good.

Ready?

Okay. Chin a bit higher. Good.

That's it.

Passport photos are done.

Time for wedding pictures, please.

Move over there. Move over there.

Okay, try and get relaxed.
Feel yourselves at home.

Okay. Very good.

Good. Sit tight.

Let's dot our Is.

I'm listening, Comrade Lieutenant.

Ah, that's nice.

So nice. One sec.

Back then, with Katya,
I think your actions were justified.

Although no.

You are a mother, after all.

— A little....
— Let's just forget it.

Wonderful. Good.

Better than nothing.

And one more thing...

I don't see you as an enemy.

Really?

Really.

I have a good opinion of you.

— Like this...
— Really?

Perfect.

Yes. As my comrade-in-arms.

So nice. One sec.

So I hope we'll do great
on the operation.

Sure.

Ready?

Excuse me, is something wrong?

Forgive me, but

aren't you a husband and a wife..?

Ehmm... Yeah.

Can you... somehow..?

Get here, Comrade Petrov.

I won't bite.

There you go.

So you're going to work
for the good of Reich?

I hope not only work.

What is your name?

Friedrich.

Is there a place
for having fun, Friedrich?

The city has two restaurants
and an officers club.

Do you go there often?

No. My rank is not high enough.

It will all come to you.

Friedrich, I've heard there is
a concert in the city tomorrow.

That's right.

Only not in the city
but in the countryside.

In an officers country estate.

Is it far from here?

If you drive along this road,
you won't miss it.

The estate will be
on your right, on a hill.

Thank you.

All the best, Friedrich.

All the best, Frau Steiner.

Let them through.

POLOTSK
15 September 1942

Good work.

Hold on to this state.
We'll need it tomorrow.

The event is in an officer's estate,

so it's not a simple
get-together for soldiers.

Higher ranks should be there.

Wow! We have a nice selection then.

Just like in a restaurant.

Our special today is
Sturmbannführers in SS-sauce

— ...and Hauptsturmführers in marinade.
— Drop it!

It's not the time for joking.

We find a lodging.
You go to sleep.

I'll prepare the camera

that will go in Arina's purse.

Don't forget!

We need as many photos
as possible!

Clear?

Wait a minute, please!

Take this, Madam!

Get out of here!

Excuse me!

Nobody looks familiar.

I told you, we left too early.

Why would you freak out?

These are scumbags
who kill our people!

Happy, joyful....
And I have to smile at them...

It's only smiling.

Had we made photos of everyone,
it might've been over now.

— Sickening.
— Enough!

We're on the operation.

There's no room
for personal feelings.

Tomorrow we go
to Command Center.

To get registered.
Then we open an office.

— You will dine in a restaurant.
— Alone?

Yes. There will be signs.
Only for Germans.

If someone comes over
to meet you in the restaurant,

act according to plan. If not,

we try evening.
There will be dances.

Now go to sleep.

Yes, sir!

— Permission to leave?
— Go.

Not sleepy?

Studying the photos.

You said, there's no one familiar.

Yes.

But I still need to know
if there were more

pilots or tankers.

On this picture?

Altogether, I mean.

You should sleep.

Two red pieces of shit
are taken to be shot.

And suddenly it turns out
that shooting is replaced with gallows.

"You see?", says one of them to the other.

They are running out of bullets.

— Take a seat, please!
— Thank you!

Have you noticed the girl
at the next table?

A tea, please.

Let's go over there and meet her.

Good afternoon, Fräulein!

Good afternoon!

How do you find this hole?

Pale in comparison
to Danzig, isn't it?

How do you know
I'm from Danzig?

I am a secret police officer.

I have to keep track
of everything.

Otto Drechsler

at your service.

Nice to meet you.

Irma Steiner.

This is my friend, Hanz Kugel.

Irma.

Hanz.

Take a seat, please.

Thank you.

Ordering something?

Thank you, we just had a meal.

Can I ask if you have
any plans for tonight?

No plans. We just came yesterday.

Today I got registered
at the Command Center.

Now I understand
how you learned about me.

I want to open my own business.

Actually, I'm supplying
groceries to Germany.

Nice business.
But it won't be easy.

How come?

Barbaric country.

A lot of nuances.

I would be grateful
if you can tell me more.

Oh, God!

Unfortunately, I have to leave.

It's a pity.

I could use a consult
from a competent man.

Come tonight to our officers club.

We can talk there comfortably.

With pleasure.

I think I saw you yesterday
in the country estate.

Yes, I've been there.

There was a girl with you,
a blonde one.

That's my assistant, Angelina.

It would be nice
if she can come too.

She is from Ukraine.

Are non-Aryans allowed
to come to officers club?

Yes, it's true.

But we set the rules here.

She can come.

We are waiting for you at nine.

See you soon, gentlemen.

You need to inhale
and hold your breath.

What?

It's you who taught us this.

When you are nervous, inhale and...

I'm not nervous.

I'll shut up.

Okay then.
I'll wait for you outside.

What if somebody sees you?

So what?

So husband is a cuckold...

He doesn't have a clue...

But if you'll be standing
under the windows,

it turns into
some sort of vaudeville.

Drop us off at a distance
from the estate.

We'll walk the rest.

Yeah, you are right. You are right.

Also,

if somebody gets interested,

let him walk you home.

At least, I'll sketch his face.

If we are lucky.

Let's hope.

Otto, you are a liar!

Why is that?

You have promised to explain me
how to do business

and instead

only jokes.

Are they not funny?

On the contrary.

But I have to supply wheat
to Germany, not jokes.

Right. Let's talk serious then.

What's the secret
of your future success?

I'm all ears.

Me.

Otto...

That's right.

I'm completely serious.

Do you see those officers?

Yes.

They are in the military.

They will leave soon.

But I will stay.

I'm the police.

Glad to hear that.

But how does the trade come in here?

Russians are afraid of me.

I don't doubt that.
You are a daring warrior.

I can find partisans anywhere.

I don't need partisans.

Do you need good prices
on food products?

Yes, sure.

We allow Russians
to form enterprises.

Let's say, they start antagonizing:

give you bad product
or raise up prices...

You tell me this,

I catch a couple of partisans
in their cattle barn

and make an ultimatum
Nto the leader:

either he makes you
a favorable proposal,

or I shoot him
for abetting partisans.

But where will you get partisans?

Trifles...

I'll take a couple
of Russian captives

and then kill them off
so they keep their mouths shut.

Nobody will look into it.

They are animals.
You understand, right?

Sure.

We should become friends.

Excuse me,

can I ask you for a dance?

Yes.

Excuse me.

I hope I didn't interrupt
something important.

No.

The jokes of Herr Drechsler
make me blush.

I didn't leave only out of respect
for his high rank.

High rank?

As far as I know,

he's the Head
of the City Secret Police.

Obviously, you don't know
anything about ranks.

He's not so important at all.

He's been known to boast
ever since he was a child.

Do you know him well?

Better than I would like to.

Our estates are near each other.

We've even studied\in the same lyceum.

Are you a nobleman?

Günter von Rickert
at your service.

You can call me Günter.

Irma Steiner.

You can call me Irma.

What have brought you
to this city, Irma?

Trade. I own a company.

We supply groceries to Germany.

Honorable business.

Probably.

I like reading.

It's more to my taste
than counting tons.

but my father thinks
that books are just a fancy.

What books do you like?

Spengler. Klages. Nietzsche.

You are a very unusual businessman.

It's a pity.

What?

You have just arrived,

and our division can be sent
to the lines at any moment.

Are you a pilot?

Yes.

Only I've been sitting
in the staff for several weeks.

Killing time with entertainment.

But I hope soon
I will pilot my airplane again.

You like the fresh air
at the mountain summit?

Mountain summit!

You really read Nietzsche!
That's unbelievable!

Irma,

thank you so much
for the dance.

You are welcome.

If I can do anything for you...

Yes, you can.

Take me away from him.

With pleasure.

And you companion?

Don't worry.

She likes rude jokes.

Whore!

Sadly, the choice of entertainment
in this city is not big.

Two restaurants and the club.

I don't want to go to a restaurant.

I understand.

Should I take you home?

Is you gun loaded?

Of course.

My father thinks that guns
are not for women.

And I've always wanted
to try shooting.

I guess, my father was right.

Allow me...

Clear your mind.

It's only you,

your will

and the aim.

Excuse me.

I don't know
what got into me.

It's okay.

A girl can't... like this..

first...

You despise me now.

Irma,

you love Nietzsche,

you love weapons.

I have never met girls like you.

How can I despise you?

Take me home, please.

That's my place.

Nice house.

It was a wonderful evening.

Yeah.

Will we meet againg?

With pleasure.

Good night, Günter.

Good night, Irma.

I don't know him.

Günter von Rickert.

Major. Luftwaffe. 66th division.

Good contact.

They will be sent to the lines soon.

Do you know when?

Not yet.

Okay.

Where's Velichko?

In the club.
I left without her.

How come?

Well... Nobody would court
two girls at the same time.

Have a rest.

Haaanz...

Angelina...

Drop it.

Angelina, you are so beautiful.

Thank you. Thank you.

I cannot wait for our next meeting.

Me too. Me too.

Good-bye!

Not him?

Staff womanizer.

But he doesn't talk much.

Giggling — that's not problem.

Business — not a word.

Invited me to a picnic.

Overnight.

I was thinking...

If Arina already has a contact,

should I maybe blow mine off?

Am I seeing it wrong?

Arina has a pilot.

If the new designs
are not in his area,

he might turn out to be useless.

So I go to the picnic...

Well, you...

don't rush it.

Flirt... with him. Chat.

We'll see how it goes.

Got it.

You know,

you shouldn't smoke so much.

Bad for your health.

How do you feel?

You were tossing
in your bed all night,

walking out to the kitchen,

sighing...

— I thought something hurts.
— Everything's okay.

I was thinking about Arina.

Right... About Arina.

You feel for her.

Arina has a delicate nature.

She gets stressed.

Me — you don't feel for.

For me sleeping with a German
is like drinking a glass of water.

That's what you think?

Today my guy is coming.

Picnic and everything...
I told you, remember?

I remember.

Should I go?

Go.

Permission to prepare
for the operation?

What's there to prepare?

Why? Pack my things.

I'm staying overnight, aren't I?

I need to go to a tailor,

get a nice dress.

I should look beautiful
for my captain.

Right?

Go.

Wait.

I don't like it either.

But that's our operation.

They ordered — we comply.

Understand?

Why are you telling me this?

I just...

want to pick you up.

You've succeeded.

Good-bye!

Günter,

to be honest,
I miss Angelina already.

It even feels weird
to be here without her.

It's love, Hanz.

Who knows, Günter...
Who knows...

How are you doing, Rickert?

What exactly do you want to know?

You've been all over
to this tramp for a week now.

Drechsler!

Choose your words carefully.

Irma Steiner is a decent woman.

Yes, of course. Forgive me.

Is she good in bed?

Drechsler!

Calm down, gentlemen!

Irma Steiner is an ethnic German.

One more insinuation
and you'll regret it.

As far as ethnic Germans go,

she's from Danzig.

I'm sure her mother

has been to bed
with some dirty Pole.

Drechsler,

I could beat you up right here

but out of respect for your title
and the merits of your ancestors

I'm calling for satisfaction.

This is absurd.

I accept your challenge.

Four in the morning.

Tomorrow at the old factory.

Pistols are mine.

Good.

Is he serious?

It's been a week

and we are still nowhere.

They don't like to talk

when it goes about the war.

Persistent though.

Mine is saying it point-blank already:

let's just go to the picnic.

Persuade him.

Say your husband doesn't let you.

I did.

He laughs.

Says, "I'll give order to arrest him.

He can stay in lockup
for a couple days

while we have fun.

We'll apologize later,
say it was a mistake."

He's coming
to get me tomorrow.

We need to decide.

Either I go,

or it's a good-bye.

We went too far...

If I'd blown him off right away,

it would've been okay.

Now he'll take offense,

start looking for revenge.

Stop.

What's wrong?

It's Volod'ka.

Arina!

Arina!

Frau Steiner?

What's wrong?

Frau Steiner?

What's wrong?