All language subtitles for English - A.Gentleman.In.Moscow.S01E02.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb

Life for you and your
kind is over in Moscow.

You must never leave this hotel.

If you do, I'll be waiting.

Will they really shoot
you if you go outside?

I have a passkey that opens
every door in the hotel.

There are rooms behind rooms
and doors behind doors.

This hotel is a dangerous
place, especially for you.

Are you the author
of this poem of 1913:

"Where Is Our Purpose Now?"

It was attributed to me.

Nikolai!

If I take it seriously

I could fall into a dark despair

I could find no way out from.

Advertise your product or brand here
contact www.OpenSubtitles.org today

We must continue with a
form of state capitalism

to ensure progress!

The pig must be
fattened for the feast.

We've got to be realistic.

We can't switch
to pure communism.

The New Economic
Policy is needed...

There's nothing new about it.

The workers still toil,

but now the new landowners
profit instead of the old ones.

For a period of
transition, perhaps...

No, we have suffered under
the yoke of tyranny too long.

We fought for revolution,
not slow transition.

Together we can
build a new Russia.

It is within our grasp,

but we must be brave,

reach out and take it.

Mishka.

There can be no compromise.

You know him?

Yes.

We must build a world of
equal opportunity for all.

We can't go on like this.

Children are going hungry.
Families are freezing to death

in their homes.

Yes, there should be
enough to go around,

but the rich are still
taking everything.

It isn't right. No!

It isn't right.

Where's our humanity?

Where's our love
for our fellow man?

♪ Slow, dramatic music ♪

Mishka.

Alexander Ilyich.

Good to see you again.

I'd hoped it might be sooner.

Yes, I've been doing
important work.

Remind me, under which yoke
of tyranny did you suffer?

I seem to recall you enjoying

your stays with my
family at Idlehour.

They burned it to the
ground, by the way.

I know.

I was glad to hear

the Countess managed to escape.

I invited you into my home.

I clothed you, I fed you.

The clothes didn't fit.

You were my friend.

I treated you like a brother.

You were ashamed of me.

You gave me good reason to be.

Everything that happened
was because of you.

♪ Anxious, dramatic music ♪

♪ lush orchestral music ♪

♪ slow, contemplative music ♪

I don't recall
ordering room service.

If you could give it a
dust while you're there,

it'd be greatly appreciated.

Is nothing sacred anymore?

It's from your grandmother.

Oh, apparently not.

The traitors in exile

are still dreaming
of a glorious return.

A restoration of
the Romanov dynasty.

Mikhail Fyodorovich Mindich.

You know him?

Yeah, a passing acquaintance.

You lived together
at university.

Despite your difference in
politics and background,

I'd say he was your
closest friend.

Then why ask?

Because there's truth to be
found in the lies we tell.

We were close friends

until circumstances
came between us.

What circumstances?

He wanted to erase the
class to which I belong.

That may have been true once.

Mishka first came to my
attention at your trial.

Apparently, he has
influence within the Party.

I'd like your help

to understand him better.

I'm not sure what
use I could be.

You've known him over a decade.

You must have some insight
into his character.

♪ Slow, dramatic music ♪

It can take time for people
to understand how this works.

But they always do in the end.

But the Princess was on her
way to the Tushins' ball.

Well, precisely. So she
would've been perfectly

within the bounds of
courtesy to excuse herself.

Instead, she insisted
that she took the old lady

to visit her son,
the blacksmith,

in the town of Kudrovo,

more than seven miles away.

And then?

The blacksmith's family
gathered around the carriage,

and the old lady
invited the Princess

into their humble home for tea.

The blacksmith winced.

The coachman gasped.

The blacksmith's son
flushed with embarrassment.

Why?

Because she was a princess.

And going into a working
man's house was beneath her.

Is this your story or mine?

Whether stories truly belong
to anyone is questionable.

Princess Golitsyn
gracefully accepted

the old crone's invitation,

even though it meant

missing the Tushins'
ball altogether.

Did she marry the
blacksmith's son?

Good God, certainly not.

She finished her glass of tea,

climbed back in the carriage

- and went home.
- Oh.

But her behavior was
befitting of a princess,

which is the object
of this lesson.

I would've preferred it

if she married the
blacksmith's son.

So, too, would he, I imagine.

Olga, please do something.

Uh, d-do those fine
creatures belong to you?

They do.

Ah.

Here. Come, come,
come. There you are.

I'm afraid they're
quite ill-bred.

Oh, on the contrary, they
appear to be perfectly bred.

What I meant to say is
that they are ill-behaved.

Ah. Behavior is a matter
of handling, not breeding.

And for that reason,
the well-bred dogs

belong on the
shortest of leashes.

Oh, I always think
the best-bred dog

belongs in the surest of hands.

Yes, I'm sure you do.

She's an actress.

Ah.

I've seen her films.

They're not very good.

Hmm.

♪ Pensive, dramatic music ♪

Hello?

♪ Quiet, uplifting music ♪

Hmm.

Now, if you could
unlock the door, Nina,

- then we could get started.
- All right.

Ah, slow down, slow down!

Yes.

How did you and Mishka meet?

We were friends at university.

But not anymore.

Someone came between us.

A woman?

Did you have a duel?

Certainly not.

Were you both in love with her?

We both loved her, but

not in the way you imagine.

The Princess could never
marry the blacksmith's son.

It's getting late.

We'll be keeping our regular
appointment tomorrow.

Naturellement.

Merci.

Good night.

♪ Quiet, pensive music ♪

Thank you for
mending them, Marina.

I'll pay, of course.

I'll fix these when I'm
next in the sewing room.

I'm doing some housekeeping
work for Manager Halecki.

Oh, you've had a promotion?

Well, very well
deserved, I'm sure.

Yasha, you must be very
proud of your mama.

Yasha, leave that.

Oh, that's all right.
That's all right.

Come on.

The staff are having a
New Year's Eve party.

You should come.

Well, that's very kind of you.

Thank you very much.

Thank you. Thank you.

Goodbye, little man.

Hey!

I heard that he's already dead.

I can assure you, Comrade Lenin

is in the rudest of health.

- The rudest.
- So it's not syphilis?

I beg your pardon?

Well, he was in
exile a long time,

and there's only so much
you can do in Finland.

Take it from one who's
had the pleasure.

Or the lack thereof.

I can assure you it
was not syphilis.

But it is true he had a stroke?

That'll be how he caught
it in the first place.

It's certainly not true.

He doesn't have anything.
Nothing has happened.

And you'd be well minded
to keep your voice down.

Thank you, Olga.

Glory to the Revolution.

Just make sure our
room is in order,

if you'd be so kind.

I checked myself, this morning.

Can I assist, madam?

Um...

Your coats?

Oh, yes. Yes. Thank you.

Ooh.

And if the frog does croak?

Then it would either
be Trotsky or Kamenev.

Both of whom recognize

the importance of
film as a medium,

and both are great
fans of yours.

And you know this.

They are regular visitors
to the Ministry of Culture.

We speak often.

And what about the man of steel?

No, he's a thug.

No one's seriously
talking about Stalin.

Trotsky and Kamenev do have
their favored film directors.

I'm good friends
with all of them,

and could, of course

arrange introductions.

Everything in this new
world comes at a cost.

I'd like to have
dinner with you,

and drinks afterwards.

We'll have lunch.

With drinks.

Well, we've got to get
through it somehow.

I look forward to it.

I'll be in touch.

Mmm.

Vodka.

Boy, more vodka here. Now.

Sorry, you wait
like everyone else.

What?

I said, you wait
like everyone else.

You say that again.

Where's Vasily?

Madam, would you be so kind?

All right.

Calm down, both of you.

No, I can manage.

On second thought... Yeah.

Ow!

You still don't
know how to fight.

You don't know how not to.

What was the cause?

Bad manners.

That I can get behind.

With our compliments.

Oh, thank you.

Thanks, Audrius.

To your health.

It was dangerous of you
to involve yourself.

You would've done
the same for me.

How are you adjusting to
your new surroundings?

Well, most of my
friends are dead,

my house was seized and burned,

my grandmother's in
exile. Other than that...

Yeah, well, it was the Tsar
who ordered his Cossacks

to ride over innocent
women and children.

Petrov is gone.

What threat was he?

All he wanted to do
was play his violin.

Sasha, we used to talk
late into the night

about how the world
could be made better.

- We argued.
- No, we agreed.

You once believed

all people should have the
opportunity and freedom

to become whatever
they wanted in life.

Everyone has dreams, Mishka.

Only children believe
them after they wake up.

I know the love you
have for Russia,

the love you have for
its people. Your people.

We can look forward
rather than back.

Don't you think we've both
lost enough already, Sasha?

Ha!

- Excuse me.
- Yeah, Vasily.

A message for you
from Comrade Urbanova.

The owner of the two
rather large dogs.

Thank you.

You were late for
our appointment.

A rare opportunity
has presented itself,

and I'm afraid we will have
to delay until tomorrow.

We had a prior arrangement,
and I need to talk to you.

Yeah, but we just agreed
on tomorrow instead.

You suggested tomorrow.
We agreed today.

I'll give you 20 rubles.

Fifty?

Miss Urbanova is
inquiring as to why

you are hiding
behind a plant pot.

Uh...

Nina, whatever it is,
I'm sure it can wait.

Please.

Count Rostov?

Good evening.

I'm so pleased you
could drag yourself away

from the flower arrangements.

The pleasure is
mine, Miss Urbanova.

Oh, please.

Call me Anna.

Shall we?

Your four-legged friends
will not be joining us?

They shan't.

But I see your
two-legged one shall be.

Is this your daughter?

- Him? No.
- No.

I don't know who this is.

Shall we go somewhere else?

The Hotel Britannia has
a fantastic restaurant.

He's not allowed
to leave the hotel

'cause he's a criminal...

- All right, Nina.
- And a danger

- to the Russian people.
- Nina, that's enough.

Thank you.

So you do know
her? Hardly at all.

More than I would like.

Room 317.

Give me 20 minutes.

Nina?

Nina.

Yes?

Ah, um... I am expected.

Comrade Urbanova will
be just a moment.

Ah. Hello, girls.

Get that, would you?

Ah, good evening.

Just there, please.

Ah. I've been in two restaurants

and a bar today and
haven't had a bite to eat.

I'm absolutely starving.

Admiring the additions
to the theatre?

"Admire" might not exactly
be the word I would use.

Mm, apparently, Lenin's
going to announce

the formation of the
new Soviet state.

If he isn't already
dead, of course.

Well, shall we see
what we've got?

Oh. Thank you.

Mmm.

So

Two restaurants and a bar?

Five journalists in three hours,

the same stories
recounted each time

as if it were the first.

And then a meeting
with a director

younger than most of my shoes.

Golubev imagines
himself a genius,

but I pride myself on being

an impeccable
judge of character.

Take you, for example.

Take me?

A man of certain means.

Well, not anymore.

But in the past you never
wanted for anything.

Oh, I wanted for many things

I never had the
opportunity to enjoy.

Not for lack of money.

And I'm sure there are

many things you did
enjoy all too readily.

Go on.

You're from a family
of some stature

inherited rather than earned?

Well, it was earned
at some point.

Mm.

But not by you.

You don't have the air of
a great military leader.

Luckily, or else I
would be dead by now.

Given who you are,
you should be dead.

Instead you're imprisoned
at the Metropol Hotel.

Why?

Why are they keeping you here?

My turn.

The way you deboned that fish,

I would say you are the
daughter of a fisherman.

I was raised in a
village on the Black Sea.

You had no siblings.

That I know of.

So you lived in this
village, dreaming of escape.

That's what drew
you to the stage,

a place where you could
forget about your life.

I was at my happiest there.

I'd go to the beach and
help my father mend nets.

He died when you
were very young.

That's why you wanted to escape.

Back to you.

Am I right?

Back to you.

Your wife left Russia
after the Revolution

and took the children.

I have neither wife nor child.

Lack of opportunity or desire?

There was no shortage in either
department, I can assure you.

And you?

Children? No.

No, it would've been
an impossible burden.

Why?

Why did they let you live?

Why did you want to
run away from home?

I've done enough
talking for today.

- Forget about the shoes.
- No. What about your sheets?

Oh, for goodness' sake.

Oh.

Mm.

Have you always lived in Moscow?

In the winters.

Summers were spent in the
region of Nizhny Novgorod,

at Idlehour, our family estate.

Oh, I take it you ate
your fair share of apples.

Mm. We were surrounded
by forests full of them.

According to local
folklore, there is a tree

deep within the forest with
fruit as black as coal.

And if you can find this
tree and eat of its fruit,

you can start your life anew.

So, would you?

Would I what?

Would you take the bite?

How could I possibly
relinquish the memory of this?

Hmm.

Or of all the
princesses and duchesses

who have come before me?

Oh. Some, not all.

I'm surprised you countenanced
sleeping with a lowly actress.

Well, as everyone keeps
telling me, times have changed.

What exactly do
you mean by that?

Very little.

Oh, because I would be
beneath a man like you?

Well, I-I wouldn't say
that was necessarily true.

Necessarily true?

If you wouldn't mind, close
the door on your way out.

Oh.

Of course.

♪ Slow, intriguing music ♪

♪ gentle, wistful music ♪

I believe I owe you
something of an apology.

We had a prior arrangement,
and I should've honored it.

You should've.

I-I neglected our friendship.
I was in the wrong.

You were. I'm ready for it now.

Ready for what?

Your apology.

- But I...
- You said you owe me an apology.

I'm sorry, Nina.

Apology accepted.

- Shall we get some breakfast?
- I'm staying here.

When we return to
Moscow in the new year,

Papa says I shall
be starting school.

Apparently, I'm in danger
of going off the rails.

Mm, the most interesting people
in life are rarely on them.

If I stay here,
you could teach me.

Yes, but lessons in the
conduct of princesses are

of little use now.

An education would give you
a true sense of the world.

But I like it here. It's fun.

Yes, but it's not just
about where you are.

It's about the people you meet.

And at school you would make

the best friends of your life.

Like you and Mishka?

Indeed.

♪ Slow, dramatic music ♪

Please, do come in.

I'd like to talk to
you about an incident

that occurred several days ago.

Yes. War and Peace,
Tolstoy's finest work

in actual fact,
anyone's finest work.

- Uh, you have read it?
- I know the story.

You got into an altercation

with one of our
factory administrators.

I had no idea who it was,

nor would it have
made any difference.

Have you had time to reflect
on our previous conversation?

Why are you so
interested in Mishka?

Because he risked his
standing in the Party

to save your life.

There is nothing you can learn

about Mikhail Fyodorovich
Mindich from me

that you could not glean

by simply meeting
the man himself.

He is loyal to a fault.

He is the very best that
humanity has to offer.

Then why did you deem him
unworthy of your sister?

Because I wrongly believed
that nobility is a birthright.

Because a Bolshevik could
never be a gentleman?

I'm certain that's not
true of all of them.

And what about me?

Do you believe I'm a gentleman?

I don't know you.

Well, let's just say I'm charged

with keeping track of
certain men of interest.

♪ Slow, plaintive music ♪

Easily done when they're
under house arrest.

It's easier still when you
place them in the ground.

We'll speak again,
I've no doubt.

Neither do I.

Wait.

Before you go...

Consider it a Christmas present.

The celebration of
Christmas is outlawed.

Uh...

Both Lenin and Trotsky are

huge fans of Golubev.

I can be sure to mention
you next time he visits us.

Would you like to
come to my room?

Would-would I...

With you?

I understand I'm not
particularly of your persuasion,

- but...
- Is it so obvious?

To me.

But rumors of an affair with
a leading lady of cinema

would distract most
people from the truth.

One good turn deserves
another, after all.

Ah.

Yes, uh, my usual
table, thank you.

Of course.

Your Countship.

Happy New Year.

All the joys of the
season to you, sir.

Ah.

I'm dining with Father later,

so I've only ordered
myself an hors d'oeuvre.

The hors d'oeuvre?

Oui.

Would you like to
peruse the menu?

No, thank you, my good man.

Just a glass of
champagne and a spoon.

Of course.

Will you be all
right without me?

There's really no need for
you to concern yourself

with an old fuddy-duddy like me.

All the same. I shall.

- How is that hors d'oeuvre?
- Splendid.

I understand you
might leaving us.

Such a pity.

Thank you.

To an entirely unanticipated
and truly wonderful friendship.

And this

this is a little something

that my sister made
very good use of

when she was your age.

You have always known me
best. I shall treasure them.

It's getting late.

Come on.

I don't want you to keep
your father waiting.

And you should go to the party.

It would be the
noble thing to do.

From Mademoiselle.

Nina, this is too much.

You must promise not to open it
until the stroke of midnight.

You have my word.

Goodbye, Alexander Ilyich.

Cheers. Happy New Year!

Good evening.

Sasha! Come.

Mishka.

Ah. Thank you.

Ah.

Good evening.

I thought you might
like some brandy.

Please, join us.

It's a wonderful
choice, Your Excellency.

Uh, are there any
glasses, Mishka?

Champagne region.

Obviously.

Ugni blanc grapes, double oaked.

And the turn of the century.

I would say 1906.

Oh, very close. 1908.

But still...

It is to be drunk with friends.

Cheers.

Oh, who's this?

This is my son, Ilya,
three months old.

Goodness.

I often wonder if
she'd still be alive

if I hadn't come
between you two.

Maybe I would've
become a nobleman.

We could marry and
both now be dead.

I am truly sorry I came
between you and Helena.

I know what you did for
me, Mishka, with the poem.

I wouldn't be here
if it wasn't for you.

You saved my life.

I should stand and go
whilst I'm still able to.

Will you visit me again, Mishka?

If you'd like me to.

♪ Gentle, intriguing music ♪

♪ soaring, wistful music ♪

Please rate this subtitle at www.osdb.link/hq4dt
Help other users to choose the best subtitles