All language subtitles for A.Gentleman.in.Moscow.S01E07.1080p.WEBRip.x265-KONTRAST

[Anna]
Surely you understand

that she's becoming
a young woman.

[Count] Yes, of course,
it's not that, but...

nobody told me.

What, that children grow?

[Osip]
You need to leave, now.

No, I can't go back.

- I have a wife to consider.
- And a daughter.

[Osip] We all do what's
necessary to survive

so our loved ones survive.

You once believed all people
should have the opportunity

and freedom to become
whatever they wanted in life.

[Count]
Everyone has dreams, Mishka.

Only children believe them
after they wake up.

We should all be silent.

Russian bread!

[Osip] You will never see
your friend again.

This hotel is a dangerous place.

It's only going to get worse.
Especially for you.

[Abashev]
There's no sign of him.

[Bishop]
Then we wait.

[church bell ringing]

[ringing continues]

[grunts softly]

[bells ringing]

[groans]

[indistinct chatter]

[light piano music playing]

Stop.

- I said stop!
- [music stops]

♪ dramatic orchestral music ♪

♪

To our glorious leader...

Stalin.

- Stalin.
- Stalin.

[train whistle blowing]

[P.A. announcement in Russian]

♪ dark music ♪

♪

[wind whistling]

♪ lush orchestral music ♪

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- When was Sofia due to finish?
- Ten o'clock.

I expected them back
over an hour ago.

Audrius, why don't we make

one of our fabulous cocktails

- to pass the time?
- Yeah.

The Golden Rod would seem the
obvious choice for the occasion.

Well, thank you, Richard,

but I-I really don't think
that's very wise.

[Audrius] Yes, particularly as
that was your wife on the phone,

wondering when you'd return
to the embassy.

- Hmm.
- Don't let me keep you, Richard.

- And give my love to Yvette.
- [Audrius] Alexander.

[gasps] Oh.

Well, what happened?

Oh, it-it was the Mozart,
wasn't it?

You should've
followed your instincts

- and gone with the Rachmaninoff.
- I won.

- You won?
- [laughing] Yes.

You won? She won!

Oh, I knew it! I never
doubted you for a second.

If only you could have
heard it, Sasha.

And the applause!

It shook the dust
from the chandeliers.

[Count] Oh, my wonderful,
brilliant Sofia.

I wish I could have been there
to see it.

I wish you could, too.

Notre champion! Emile has
prepared your favorite.

A Dobos torte
with chocolate cream.

[laughter]

[Marina] We were going to
wait to see if you won,

but Emile was so sure,

just started baking anyway.

[Sofia] This is all too much.
Thank you, everyone.

She hasn't told you
the best bit yet.

What's this?

After the competition,
they announced the winner

will join the Conservatory's
tour of Europe. [laughs]

She's going to Paris, Prague
and ending in Minsk.

[cheers and applause]

[playing Beethoven's
"Für Elise"]

- There you go.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

[plays bluesy variation
of melody]

Sofia!

What's the problem?

It's just Beethoven.

- [playing bluesy melody]
- [laughing]

Stalin banned the blues
and he's gone, last I checked.

[playing blues]

♪

[laughing]

- Yes!
- [applause]

[cheering and whooping]

Brava!

Hmm.

I should think...

beets would accompany the pork
just as well as apples.

And half the cost.

Y-You would think that.

Have the menus changed.

There will be a private dinner
for 20 people in suite 417,

the Saturday after next.

Party business.

And the Novikovs

will be in the restaurant
later this week.

Give them a bottle
of Domaine de la Roman-Cont

on the house, please.

You mean
Domaine de la Romanée-Conti?

Inform them that it comes
at the behest of the manager.

Go now.

[door opens]

You, stay.

Shut the door.

It's come to my attention

there was a playing of
cosmopolitan music

in the Shalyapin bar
three nights ago

by your daughter, Sofia Rostova.

I wasn't aware the works
of Beethoven had been banned.

Beethoven?

Yes, "Für Elise" to be precise.

So the person
who told me is lying?

No, no, I-I assume they maybe
don't have a musical ear.

I won't have the playing

of degenerate music in my hotel.

I'll be sure to let Sofia know.

See that you do.

[wind whistling]

[busy chatter]
- [light piano music playing]

Good lord, Richard,
those look a little volatile.

I persuaded Audrius to make it
with every spirit in the bar,

and challenged this lot

to see how many they
could get down them.

[chuckles]
Do you think that's wise?

I can barely hear myself think.

Neither can anyone else.

That is the point.

I am going to say some things.

Listen.

Keep smiling.

Since the war, relations
between our two countries

may not have been
especially chummy,

but they have been predictable.

Now Stalin is dead,

it is not entirely clear to us
who is in charge.

And by us, you mean?

The United States of America.

Good lord, Richard.

All these years
we've been friends--

And you didn't know
I was an American?

I didn't know that
you were a-a spy--

Don't be so dramatic. I am...

an observant conversationalist.

Nothing more.

Now, it could be Russia's doors

are about to be flung open
to the world,

or they could be slammed shut
and bolted from the inside.

Well, we must hope
for the former.

Absolutely.

But prepare for the latter.

What exactly is it
you want from me?

A meeting of the
highest-ranking Soviet leaders

will be held in this hotel
next week.

We understand an important
announcement is to be made.

Oh, no, Richard, please.

We would like you to be there
to tell us what it's about.

I will not spy on my country.

Sofia will never have
the life she deserves

in this country.

We were just talking about
Russia throwing its doors open.

If it happens.

But change is slow.

Too slow for her.

Help me, and I will see to it
that Sofia's trip to Paris

is nothing more than
a stopover to America

and a whole new life.

♪ tense, moody music ♪

I'll see you around.

♪

It's all...

all white.

Oh, my orchard.

After the dark autumns
and cold winters,

you are young again,

full of happiness,

the angels of heaven
haven't left you.

Oh, if I could only
take my heavy burden

off my breast and shoulders,
if I could forget my past.

[Count] Yes, and they'll sell
this orchard to pay off debts.

Strange as it seems.

Look.

There's my dead mother
going in the orchard.

Dressed in white.

- That's she.
- Where?

- [laughing]
- [Count] Oh.

- Learn them on your own.
- I'm sorry.

It's just impossible
to take you seriously.

Something the matter?

I suppose Richard Vanderwhile
gave you this.

Your daughter, actually.

What the devil
is a "convenience"?

Dishwashing machines,
toasters, televisions,

clothes-washing machines,
vacuum cleaners.

I somehow struggle to imagine
you wielding a vacuum cleaner.

And what on earth
is an automatic garage door?

It is a garage door

that opens and closes itself
on your behalf.

What do you think of that?

[Count] I think,
if I were a garage door,

I would rather long
for the old days.

Would you like to live
in America?

Everyone wishes
they could live in America.

Well, that's certainly
not true of me.

Because you are fatally Russian,

you can't see past
the love of your country.

I'd love to go there.

They may not have much

in the way of theater
or culture, but...

they're free to play
whatever music they choose.

Say what they think.
Go where they want.

And let's not forget
the conveniences.

I'll tell you what's convenient.

Is to sleep until midday

and have someone bring you
your breakfast on a tray.

To cancel a meeting
at the last minute.

To stay clear of marriage
in your youth and

to put off
having children altogether.

These are some of
the greatest conveniences.

And there was a time
when I had them all.

But, at the end of the day,

it's the inconveniences that
have mattered the most to me.

Only because you've been locked
up in the most convenient place.

You didn't have to endure
what the rest of Russia did.

[phone ringing]

Yes?

He's here with me now.

[indistinct chatter]

All right, all right, all right.

Mishka? Mishka. It's Alexander.

Mishka, look at me. Look at me.

Mishka.

It's me.

Help me get him inside.

We've got to get him warm.
Come on.

Get him out of this cold.
Come on.

[all grunt]

He's still sleeping.

The soles of his boots
are all thin.

He must've walked
hundreds of miles.

From where?

Which prison camp was he in?

Oh, he didn't say.
He's barely speaking.

Are you thinking
about your parents?

Trying not to.
I should go to rehearsal.

Would you rather
stay at home today?

I'd rather keep busy.

Sofia.

Manager Leplevsky
spoke to me yesterday

- about the music you were--
- It was Beethoven, Papa.

[door opens]

[groaning]

My dear friend.

[grunts]

How long have I been asleep?

Last night and all of today.

[grunts]

I tried to get you
to sleep on the chair,

but you preferred the floor.

It's what I'm used to.

I have some fruit and...

[munching]

I lost my manners.

What little I had.

Where have you been?

I arrived by a train
from Yavas last night.

We traveled together.

Wandering.

Lost.

We? Who is that?
Your-your comrades?

Comrades?

There are no comrades.

My fellow prisoners.

I'm sorry.

I have nowhere else to go.

Oh, of course.

Of course.

Let me get you some water.

Here.

[crying]

It's all right.

You're all right.

Yes.

[wincing]

[light chatter]
- [string music playing]

[Maria] The Novikovs
won't even look at us.

He wants my job.

I'd be no different.

We appear strong,

then we are strong.

Mr. and Mrs. Glebnikov,
it's been some time.

If you'd follow me, I've saved
you the best table in the house.

If you would like a drink.

Have you anything
from east Georgia?

Bottle of Rkatsiteli maybe.

- I'd have to check our cellar.
- Then do so.

I'll be back.

[whispers]
Don't let them see your fear.

[whispers] I've had
enough practice over the years.

[bottles clinking]

[clears throat]

Guests are not normally
permitted down here.

Gladly make an exception,
of course, for you.

The leadership of the country

will be meeting here
at the hotel next week.

I'd like to know who attends
and what's discussed.

I'm not sure how I can help.

There are things I've done
for you in the past, for Sofia.

And I'm eager
to show my gratitude.

Then show it.

Being locked up here,

I see very little.

I read the newspapers,
of course, but...

it's impossible to truly get
an idea of what's happening

in this country of ours.

And what it will become
without Stalin.

My immediate superiors
have already been...

...excised.

If Khrushchev takes control,

everyone associated with the old
order will meet the same fate.

If it's Malenkov,
well, he's more likely

to keep things as they are.

And there is a chance
for me and Maria.

I'll do what I can.

♪ low, somber music ♪

Thank you.

That'll do nicely.

[Sofia]
What was it like?

[fire crackling]

How long were you there?

My parents were sent to Siberia.

When they opened the gulags,
I did hope they might come back.

No one comes back.

Parts of them do.

I'm sorry.

[footsteps approaching]

- [door opens]
- [Count] Oh.

Sofia,

you should get yourself to bed.

So you're fresh for tomorrow.
It's getting late.

Good night, Papa.

Good night, Sofia.

Good night, Uncle Mishka.

I brought you something
from the kitchen, Mishka.

It was the people.
We burned it down.

What did you burn down?

Moscow. Russia.

Napoleon took the city,

and our people burned it down.

Uh, are you talking about 1812?

Right in front of his eyes.
Can you imagine?

You are safe here,
you know, with me.

The two of us
can grow old together.

We can talk late into the night

and tell lies
about our younger years.

Sounds a wonderful dream.

I wanted to tell you. Uh...

What did you want to tell me?

It's gone.

I'm going to look after you,
Mishka.

You're going to get better.

We'll get you some new clothes.

You can start all over again.

- Tomorrow.
- There is no tomorrow.

Not for me.

♪ "Vocalise" by Rachmaninoff ♪

♪

[muffled] Let me introduce you
to Mikhail Fyodorovich Mindich.

The best of men
and my oldest friend.

I've heard so many wonderful
things about you.

A pleasure, Mikhail.

Oh! Nikolai Petrov,

as I live and breathe!

[distorted]
"Prince Nikolai Petrov" to you.

- [gunshot]
- [laughs]

[piano playing]

[Count]
Nina.

[Older Nina] What I need is
for someone to watch over Sofia

while I get settled.

♪

[Young Nina]
I found a way to escape.

[Helena]
It won't bring her back, Sasha.

♪ low, ominous music ♪

[wind whistling]

♪

[playing piano faintly]

♪ low, ominous music ♪

♪

[fire crackling]

♪

[yelling inaudibly]

Sofia!

[gasping]

[panting]

Oh.

Snow filled the air
of the piazza.

Only...
[stammers]

it wasn't snow. It was... ash

and embers from the city,
which was burning to the ground.

Mishka had been speaking to me
about the burning of Moscow.

He gave every part of himself
to this country.

And it destroyed him.

And Nina, too.

That...

precious little girl.

That brilliant, bright light,

carelessly snuffed out.

I won't accept that
that could happen to Sofia.

I can't allow it
to happen to her.

However heartbreaking
it might be,

- we have to--
- We have to let her go.

Richard came to my dressing room
after the play.

Then you understand
why we cannot...

associate with one another
anymore.

"Associate"?

Is that what we've been doing
all this time?

Oh, Anna, don't make this
any harder than it already is.

- If I get caught--
- Which you will be.

You have very little faith
in my abilities.

It has nothing to do
with your abilities.

When Sofia doesn't come back
from Paris,

they'll know
the part you played.

They'll know where to find you.

So you should stay
as far away as possible from me.

They'll kill you.

After they torture you first.

The last thing that I want
is for you to be involved.

Oh, you fool.

I am involved.

I've been involved for 30 years.

I love you.

You...

...what?

I'm not going to repeat it.

Whatever happens...

...we face it together.

♪ soaring, optimistic music ♪

♪

[door closes]

[quietly] You don't expect him
to wear that?

[Richard]
I understand your concern,

but my superiors insisted.
Or there's no deal.

No, it's all right, Anna.

How do I get the tapes to you?

Sofia must bring them to Paris

and then deliver them to the
embassy, where I'll be waiting.

When are you leaving?

Tonight.

So your country doesn't have
to face the embarrassment

of having one of your own
locked up, should this go wrong.

[sighs]

My dear Alexander,

this isn't something
you should undertake lightly.

Stalin may be gone,
but be under no illusion--

- if you're caught--
- We're well aware

of what the consequences
would be.

[Richard] Let me show you
how this all works.

This is the most popular watch
in the USSR

and approved by Stalin himself.

The microphone is activated the
moment the wire is pushed in.

Then it'll start recording.

You'll see
the second hand moving.

Pull it out and it stops.

I should just about manage that.

♪ low, tense music ♪

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[Bishop]
Sofia.

A word in my office.

[door opens]

You'll have noticed the
increased security in the hotel.

We've important guests.

So...

I want to go through the music
that you're going to be playing

in the piazza this evening.

Shut the door.

Prokofiev's
Piano Concerto No. 2.

It was written after he turned
his back on the Revolution.

[Sofia] His music
will outlive the both of us.

There was another girl
who used to stay in this hotel.

Nina Kulikova.

Does the name
mean anything to you?

She's my mother.

Such a pity.

I want you to know
that I did everything I could...

for her.

What do you mean?

I warned her father
that she was in danger of...

being led astray.
And to his credit,

he did send her away to a school
to be educated, but...

unfortunately,

her corrupt nature

- and moral bankruptcy...
- Stop it.

...meant it was inevitable
that she would rebel.

You don't know
the first thing about her.

I think I know more than you.

I know your parents
were both found guilty

of anti-Soviet corruption
and they were sent

to a camp
that they never came back from.

Why would you tell me that?

Sorry.

Didn't mean to upset you.

♪ slow, suspenseful music ♪

♪

[Count groans softly]

What will you do?

Sofia's playing in the piazza
this evening.

I didn't want to arouse
suspicion by changing our plans.

Well, I won't finish
till after midnight. If I--

There's not going to be an "if."

Don't let there be an "if."

They've questioned you.

Tell them you've always been

concerned about my friendship
with Richard.

Don't resist.

Don't get caught.

♪ slow, suspenseful music ♪

♪

Good evening, Andrey.

And good evening to you, sir.

I'm one of your waiters
for this evening.

Raise your hands.

Thank you.

[exhales slowly]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ dramatic, pulsing music ♪

♪

Sofia?

- I'm fine.
- You're clearly not.

Tell me what it is.

What do you think?
This place, all of it.

I can't even breathe.

They killed my parents.

I won't do it anymore.

Sofia, not tonight, trust me.
Trust your father.

Whatever it is
you're thinking of doing--

Excuse me.

The music's supposed
to have started by now.

♪

[playing Debussy's
"Clair du Lune"]

♪

Sofia, apologies
for interrupting

that performance,
but given the audience

that we have this evening,
perhaps something more patriotic

might be in order?

The State Anthem... perhaps?

Comrades, who would like
to hear our Anthem?

- [all] Yes.
- [Bishop laughs]

Unless you have some objection
on political grounds?

♪ tense, eerie music ♪

♪

[State Anthem playing]

♪

[plays blues fill in minor key]

♪

[playing traditional
State Anthem]

♪

♪ pulsing, mysterious music ♪

♪

[soft static]

[static]

[bug detector squealing]

♪

[static]

[bug detector squealing]

[static]

[man]
Be still, my beating heart.

[men shout in unison]

[indistinct chatter]

[soft, distant static]

[static]

[static]

♪ tense music ♪

♪

[squealing]

[sighs]

♪

[indistinct chatter continues]

[speaking indistinctly]

♪

[speaking indistinctly]

♪

[lively crowd chatter]

It's Khrushchev.

I understand now
how you must have felt

after the Revolution.

Will you run?

There's nowhere
for someone like me to go.

He who lives by the sword,
dies by the sword.

Who was that? Shakespeare?

Uh, Gospel of Matthew.

You think I deserve everything
that comes my way?

I hope you are afforded
the fair justice

that you denied so many others.

All those people.

They were somebody's child,

somebody's mother, father.

Someone's friend.

What was it all for?

That's an easy question
to ask now.

Harder at the time.

No matter. It's done.

[footsteps retreating]

[wind whistling]

♪ slow, melancholy music ♪

♪

[Count]
W-When did he leave?

[Sofia]
About an hour ago.

He-he left this.

This is 1913,
the year we graduated.

[Sofia]
Where is our purpose now?

Mishka wrote this poem in
the south parlor at Idlehour.

It was in the time
when it was still dangerous

to write poems
of political impatience.

Given his background,
we decided

that it should be published
in my name.

The irony is, years later,
when I was due to be executed,

they spared me because they
thought I'd written this poem.

Mm, Mishka,

my dear, dear friend.

When he left,
I asked him where he was going,

but he just said,
"Does it matter?"

♪ slow, somber music ♪

♪

♪ soaring, melancholy music ♪

♪

♪

It's time to get out
of this madhouse.

♪

♪

[wind howling]

♪ atmospheric music ♪

♪

♪