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THE SPY AND THE POET

Photographing a vomit?

Take it to that man.

That's for you, I guess.

Is it non-alcoholic?

Honestly, I don't know, but I can find out.

Yes, it's non-alcoholic as always. - Thank you.

I was that close to getting hit by a car.

My whole life scrolled by in my eyes. It's that easy.

On the house.

Good man.

I guess you don't recognise me?

Hello.

So what are the developments? - Everything's quiet.

Quiet?

Are you kidding? - Well, guys are checking background.

And what would be your strategy?

Do you have a plan at all?

Difficult to say.

Pull yourself together.

They live in a dark forest,

and the genitals of the females swell and obtain a very bright colour.

They grow big and very prominent, so to say.

So that everyone can see: this lady must be proposed.

The most important males will propose, of course,

and the choice is, naturally, made by a female.

It is very important to...

You remember, at the doctors? - Yes, of course.

Hello.

You're about to take a bath?

No... But do come in.

I don't know... So embarrassing. - Come in.

I'll put something on. Take your seat.

You don't have flowers.

A present.

Tea? Coffee? - No, thanks.

Some cognac? - Yeah.

One moment.

How'd it happen? - What?

You falling like that. - Oh, I don't know.

Things just keep happening to me.

That's for me? - Yes.

But why don't you drink?

I don't have more of these...

I have one of everything.

Oh. Alright. I'll drink half of it, then.

Thank you for at the doctors. - You're welcome.

Drink. - No, I...

I don't want to. Thanks. Sorry.

I shall go.

Very nice of you to come.

Hey, do you have a pen?

A pen? - Yeah.

I want to write down my telephone.

Started to grab women.

At the office?

Who'd he grab?

With Siiri, it went out of control. - Siiri?

Kalmer got pissed.

What did he do to Siiri?

Wait. Take a look.

Good morning.

Good morning, Siiri. - Morning.

This is Boris from the embassy.

We know the general routine

Moving around a lot, many contacts.

Here's the list of all contacts, places.

The background of some contacts is unclear.

It's quite a mess.

Considering our resources.

Let's meet Sunday. Nala

We would need a clear plan of actions. A focus.

Here's more faces with potential.

And these? - The ones we threw out.

Seemed to be random. - Do you have contacts of these?

Is that all?

Well, yeah.

I gave him these... vomit photos, too.

Don't do that!

The Estonian coffee is not coffee, it's brown water.

If I make coffee at home,

I make it special, strong.

Strong is normal. If I want water, I drink water.

If I want coffee, I prepare it myself

If I want brown water, I drink what dogs drink...

Mud... - Puddle.

Yeah, that!

Don't be afraid. I'm normal.

What? What are you thinking?

That I'm crazy? No...

You probably drank coffee before you came here.

Where are you from? - I'm Estonian.

What? You don't believe me?

Do you want me to show my passport?

Please do. - I won't.

There's so ugly photo of me.

Show me anyway.

I won't.

Hey, it's cold. Let's go to home.

Maybe you'd like little cognac?

At your place? - Well...

Of course. I bring cognac, I'm wearing lipstick...

I don't know what you think. - Nothing like that.

Don't lie to me. I can see it.

I know what happens to your face when you're lying.

Hello. - What do you want?

Remember when we first met at the cafe?

A guy came who was almost ran over.

So? - What's his name?

Miku Tähn. He's a poet. - A poet? Where do I find him?

I want to know more about him.

Does Miku Tähn live here?

Hello. I'm looking for Miku Tähn.

Shitting. - Who's there?

I'm from the police.

I have some questions for you. - What's up?

Yeah, what's up?

I'd like to talk privately.

Hello.

I have some questions for you. Where can we talk?

I don't know. No place to talk in secret in here.

The walls are not soundproof.

Let's go.

The couch is a bit of a mess.

Let's sit here. Tarmo should not bother us.

Shouldn't be too sticky.

Do you know any of these men?

Cool mugs.

Who are they?

I know that woman.

Have you seen the man before?

I can see you are into literature.

My book will be published soon.

Busy times.

What are you doing? Excuse me?

What's going on?

Where are you taking her?

That man... That man hit me.

Hello. - I was quite surprised.

Did he hit the woman, too?

I don't think he hit that woman.

What are you hassling there, Endel?

What are you looking for? - Žižek.

I have Žižek. - You have it! Why?

I'm going now. - Is that all?

Thank you. - Would you like some palinka?

A Hungarian vodka. A little drink? - Oh, no.

Drink of the gods. You won't regret it.

Goodbye.

Palinka! Did I hear it right?

What shall I tell her? - Answer it.

Listen, what are you doing this evening? Staying home?

Or going somewhere to... - To what?

Christ. I'm asking about your plans.

Do you like theatre? - Theatre?

No, I don't.

You don't like theatre. Me neither.

Estonian theatre. I don't get anything. They're just talking.

Three hours of speaking! Damn!

You know... Let me call you back in an hour.

Damn, I can't chit-chat with women like this.

Just let it evolve.

Let it flow.

What do you mean, let it flow?

I know. You don't bring flowers.

What? - Men!

How do you mean, I'm taking over the lead,

but officially, Gustav will stay in charge?

Officially, Gustav must stay in his position

as this is what the Russians are interested in.

You mean wider access to information?

Well... That makes sense.

The weakest link in the team, an indecisive alcoholic... Single.

Luckily, they don't know Gustav that well.

Indeed, he's not much of a romance doctor.

Tries to solve these situations by force, rather.

We'll take that risk. Any more questions?

Maybe Gustav has post-mission stress?

The purpose of the activities in European air space

is to send a message that the country is still a superpower,

says the commander-in-chief of NATO allied forces in Europe,

who supports the expanded temporary presence

of US troops in Eastern Europe as an answer to revanchist Russia.

Although the movements of Russian aircraft has increased,

It was the first time for Moscow to send...

Hey... I have to go to work.

What work is it that you're doing?

Public service.

Is it an interesting job? - Yeah, quite.

I left the key on the table. See you later.

Morning.

You look especially cheerful today.

What sort of a joke was that? Cheerful?

Are you observing me?

We're observing Nala.

How many people here know about that? - Kalmer, me,

Siim, Madis...

Kalmer assigned me to co-ordinate.

And what's my task, then? - So far, nothing special.

Enjoy your life.

Where to?

Where shall we drive to? - I don't know. Shop. Big shop.

Supermarket, like.

Hangover? - Yes, a little bit. Tired.

What do you need from the shop?

Some ladies' stuff.

Oh, the police guy.

Well, hello.

Did you catch the crooks?

Ah, no, we didn't.

I need to buy a flash drive. I can't find it.

How many do you need? - One will do.

I'll have to meet my publisher tomorrow.

Will double check everything today.

My poetry collection's getting published. Did I mention it? - No.

Well, not much to talk about.

Should get it published and move on with my life.

Would need some socks, too.

Alright then.

They're coming out. Back door. - Roger that.

A gypsy. Whose idea was this?

Did a good job for them in Zagreb. - So what's she rumbling now?

No chemistry between them. - What chemistry?

If you toss broads to trashcans. - She jumped.

It's done gently.

Who's the contact in Zagreb? - The Tourist.

So who was the guy in the store? - The moron's constantly after her.

What a mess.

Did you get the photos? - Yes.

Talk to me. - The chick split.

I know. - Oh. You know.

Someone could've told me. Waited half an hour there.

We had to hurry. She'll appear again.

Siim'll keep an eye on her.

What shall I do with all that food? - Everything's under control.

You know... - What?

Maybe you'll come up with something else? - Meaning?

My position... It's been odd from the very beginning.

Maybe I'm not competent?

Hey, I have to go.

Fucking hell!

You remember? At the doctor.

The beer doesn't taste?

I could serve some tea for a change, too.

For a change?

A change would do good, right?

Yeah, for a change it would...

Tea's a very good idea.

In the cafe.

Seems to have some tea.

Looks like he has found himself a new lady friend.

No point in staying here, I guess.

How's the tea?

Helle.

Gustav.

By the way, I first thought you were some maniac.

But you're not, right?

We're about to close.

But if you want a quick drink, I can make some tea.

Yeah, why not?

I had an eventful day today. - So you take a tea?

Yeah.

Damn Žižek. - Sorry?

Well, Endel came to borrow a book

Then the Hungarian girl offered him palinka.

So Endel will not leave. Two days of rambling...

Impossible to work. I had to finish my manuscript.

Can we really read it any time soon? - Yeah.

It's going to print soon. I'll meet my publisher tomorrow.

Busy days. - Yes, mad situation.

Your beer?

Mine. I'm not going to drink it.

This Endel who looked for Žižek at my place... - I heard.

Everything's fucked.

May I?

Of course.

Something's wrong. - It's non-alcoholic.

I'd like to close the place up soon. - We have just sat down...

You can stay for a little while. Or would you like something?

To be honest, I'm not in control at the moment.

I like that woman. What's her name? - Helle.

No, not Helle. She's also okay, The one on the picture you showed.

Oh, that...

Yeah. What's the story? - I can't talk about that. Work.

Do you like her? - I don't talk about work.

I'm not asking about your work. I'm asking humanly.

Shut up. Let's go.

Wait. How far do you live? - Ten minutes.

Five if we run. - Ten is okay.

Wait...

What is it? - Everything's okay. Let's go.

Is it your car? - No.

So you're just a car enthusiast?

Welcome.

Siiri...

Is Gustav here?

Haven't seen him today. Yesterday he was a bit... upset.

I'll talk to him myself.

Gustav?

Are you sober? - Yeah.

Stay home.

You left your papers to my place. I brought them back. - Thanks.

I blacked out yesterday. Don't remember a fucking thing.

You have brought a whole stack.

Many people here, I hear. - Yeah.

We have a commune here.

Who's talking? - Gustav.

Hi, Gustav. - Hello.

Hey, what happened yesterday?

I'll show you proper yoga. If you...

See, this is your body.

But that doesn't mean a shit. You have to find your spiritual bod y.

Then you'll find peace.

You're standing on one leg. - But of course.

And now you go like this...

Now you're full of peace.

Who are these fucking jerks?

This is Kuperjanov's guerrilla unit.

Estonian Independence War. Let me tell you...

Shit. - What's shit?

The war. - Hey, it's the Independence War.

Are you an idiot? You don't get it?

Look, he's holding his willy.

Fuck off! - Shit!

You're dripping it on yourself like that.

Eat like I do.

Why didn't you tell me before?

There's a law that applies to everyone.

What law is it?

I don't know... Some Newton's law?

I mean in legal sense.

I don't know.

Traffic code. Keep that in mind.

What's so special about it?

Because fatality rate in traffic is the highest.

It's higher in wars. - It isn't.

It's higher in traffic.

Thousands of people every day.

It's a cruel world.

Isn't life beautiful?

Well, yeah.

Take your seats.

The situation is this...

Shit, I've left the lights on.

I'll take off my shoes... - Don't bother.

So, I'll make some sandwiches.

It's good that we took two bottles. Will be enough.

Hello.

Why aren't you picking up? - The phone was home.

Everything under control? - So what?

Kalmer's a bit worried. - Big news.

Tell him that things are flowing.

I'll tell him.

What shall we do?

Miku's book is getting published soon.

Poetry. Poems.

You see?

Where are you going?

Wait... Where are you going?

Not in the mood for work.

Listen, what's Nala's nationality?

Telling that she's an Estonian.

This is a rather bold statement.

I hear that there's a black dancer in one folk dance group.

Shit, the times are messy.

Where shall I leave this? - Give it to me.

Package should be visible. Or the bottle pickers won't find it.

Get away. Away!

Fuck! - Have you lost it completely?

Wanna try, too? - Is it allowed?

Now you're asking? Go for it!

Go ahead.

Morning.

Relaxed a bit?

Don't worry. The specialists will get you going in a few days.

I needed to write down some thoughts and...

And then this Endel came...

Rambled for two days. Impossible to work.

Then I went to the cafe.

My poetry is getting published soon. Talked about it in radio.

Going to print soon. Rather busy times at the moment.

And how's Gustav connected to this? - He's not connected at all.

We're just friends with Gustav.

Just friends? - Yeah.

Gustav's a policeman, too, right?

What sort of a policeman is he? - I don't know. An investigator?

He doesn't talk about his work much.

So what's going to happen to him? - Your friend's recuperating.

Recuperating? What do you mean?

Eating. Resting. Thinks about life.

I recommend it to you, too, Mr Poet. - Me?

But what else am I doing?

Fuck it...

Hello.

I brought some flowers.

May I have a few words? - Come in.

I don't know... Sit somewhere.

We intercepted the Russians' signal.

Are you moving in? - What do you want to talk about?

Gustav is in hospital.

What happened? - Nothing serious. Recuperating.

Recuperating? What does that mean?

Eating well, sleeping good hours.

Sleeping? - Yeah. Eating, too.

Eating... Okay.

I was thinking that... With Gustav in hospital...

Maybe it would be possible to...

To consider, perhaps, spending some quality time together.

Are you asking me out?

Yes, in principle, yeah. Very good wording, by the way.

Funny situation indeed...

There's an interesting poetry reading coming up.

Wait.

Take this, too.

And don't shoot just for fun!

You're right.

Promise me to pull yourself together...

The deal was that when Patricio and you have graduated,

you help him to get to the university.

One thing at a time.

You have to get yourself together, then I'll try to help your brother.

Well? Go for it.

If you go on like that, I'll pay up and go to work.

Morning.

You go together well.

As you can see, there are cameras at your place.

But not our ones.

We just intercepted the signal. - We're waiting for her to make a move.

I'm sure she's under pressure.

So what am I supposed to do?

Be natural. And don't look into the camera.

I mean, how should I deal with that lady?

Gently.

Don't push it, but also don't ignore.

How's that done?

Siiri, you are a woman. How's that done?

I don't know... Don't overdo it.

Is it allowed to fart?

Or shall it spoil the operation?

Any more questions?

Yeah, I think everyone should be informed.

What are you doing? - Take these! Impossible to live here!

Where do I put them? I don't have a closet!

To the box! Shit!

Or I'll throw them out of the window! - I'll throw your TV out!

Fucking madwoman!

As if they've been together for years!

I take my clothes to your room! - Forget it!

Where shall I put my clothes?

I want one too. - Make it yourself.

You could pack the clothes she doesn't use actively into boxes

and into your room. - There's not that much room.

It's not important.

Try to make a move on her yourself. See what happens then.

What's the point? - What do you think, Siiri?

Oh, God... I don't know.

Is it an assignment?

Nala...

What is it? - Come here.

What do you want? - Come here!

What is it? - Come here, dammit!

God! I'm coming. What is it?

What do you want? - Look at that closet.

No! No, don't...

Can't sleep.

Congratulations. We have a breakthrough.

How much do they pay you?

Look at that. Lovebirds.

Replay it.

Stop.

But the gypsy fooled him alright.

Or us, maybe?

We have a problem.

A statement that poetry is something superior to literature

is making more and more ground.

That a discourse used in creating poetic texts

is by nature different from that used for the other kind of literature.

Poetry is a linguistically magical self-realization.

It's a context naturally open

to all spiritual, as well as material spheres.

The magical language itself can be called paradisiacal.

Due to its creation-fresh oneness...

with things and situations outside the language.

A post-modern poetry as a sign of Estonian identity...

...and it's synonym.

It's nothing vulgar or propagandist

Oh, a vacuum cleaner. I don't have money for that.

Oh, a demonstration? Well, why not? Let's do it.

Of poetry and... - Yeah, I'm at home all the time.

Of course you can come.

Miku, would you be so kind as to talk outside.

Put away your phone, I want to listen to what he's talking! Now!

Miku was so drunk.

Miku may become a very famous man. - An Estonian poet.

I don't get it. My mother and father are gypsies.

But I don't want to be gypsy. I want a polite, decent life.

Everyone wants this. - No, poets do not.

I came to Estonia. No gypsies here. I'm alone here.

But your poets, they live like gypsies.

We have a problem.

How can I help?

Tourist, take a look at this.

That's it. It's fucked.

Let's get out of here.

Lembit takes your position.

It's better that way.

What happens to Nala?

She's at your place? - Yeah.

Well, as you can see, this case is closed.

You know, it would be better if you said nothing now.

We have fooled around for two weeks. Wasted resources.

Luckily, it does not become history. But it's over now.

Nala's on her own,

and neither me, nor you or anyone else matter anymore.

It just blacked out.

What shall I do now?

But you have everything on a flash drive.

But where's the drive?

I had it in my pocket. All the important things on it.

Without this, I'm fucked!

Should put it to a safe place.

Put it in some place visible.

Why? - So you see when it's gone.

Can ask who took it.

Yeah. Good idea.

Burt where will it be visible?

I'll leave it here on the shelf. See, here.

It's a good place, isn't it? Easy to find.

Farewell, barren technology!

Nationalists are taken for Nazis, militants and whatnot.

My question is about our current readiness to defend. - It's there.

Where? Look at that constant whining! - There were and will be whiners.

They whined during the first republic, too.

What do we know about him? - Some random thug.

These bleeding tree huggers of yours, these hipsters...

You can't expect everyone to worry about defense. Let the people live.

The meaning of this state is that everyone could live as they like.

Go home, Gustav. Get some rest.

They're wanting to meet you.

Pack your things. Phones will stay here.

You have changed the week before? Spare wheel is there... - Sorry.

This is gas... Fill it up on return.

Where are we?

Where are we going?

Secret files have been copied from your office.

I need a guarantee. - Nothing's guaranteed.

You know that we'll have to check your goods.

Then we'll talk.

It's not going to work that way. - So how will it work?

What do you suggest?

There is one good suggestion though.

You carefully give me the drive and we go separate ways.

Alright.

You wanted a guarantee for Nala's safety.

And agreed to supply information for Russians. Am I right?

It was not like that.

I wanted to tell them to leave Nala alone.

And what's that for?

They gave it to me.

Wanted me to share some information.

And you promised to do that? - I've promised many things!

I wanted to leave impression that I'm ready to co-operate.

I wouldn't have done it, really!

I wanted to buy time.

Wanted to give them better things to do than hunt Nala.

Where is she now? The gypsy.

In a safe place.

What do you mean, safe place?

Gustav... I'd be glad to believe you.

Unfortunately, the facts tell a different story.

We know that you copied secret information. What for?

In case Nala would be taken hostage.

Gustav...

You are protecting a woman who's on the Russians' payroll.

A direct threat to our independence. To the whole alliance.

We're in a state of war. Don't you get it?

We planned a big laundry day for today.

But I guess we won't. - Not today.

It's good that it'll finally go to print.

Then the poverty should come to end. I think.

When will they come to collect your flash drive?

No one will come here. I'll have to go myself.

So go now.

I don't know. Doesn't seem to be that sort of day today.

God, I don't get what you are talking about.

We're talking about my collection of poetry.

My book is getting published. - A book?

But what's the book telling?

Easier questions, please. - Easier... About love?

Love, too.

And what else? - Well...

Every book makes the world a slightly better place.

I hope that my book will, too.

A better place... In what sense?

What fucks up our life? A bourgeois bubble.

Consisting of hetero-normative monogamous family life,

then mindless consuming,

stupid entertainment,

going to work constantly,

a beautiful home.

It's a sort of circle where people are stuck.

Once they are stuck in this circle, they can't create.

And what does a human do then? What does he turn to? A zombie!

And I hope that people who at least leaf through my book,

will see that new connections have emerged.

There may be a possibility for them to disconnect from the society.

As disconnecting from the society, from that bubble,

is the ultimate freedom protest, pleasure.

Should just one person disconnect from the society

inspired by my book, the world has changed.

And got better.

Very interesting.

What's interesting?

Gustav does not want the world to change.

Gustav... Of course he doesn't. - Neither do I.

This is exactly what I want.

Nice little house, a husband, good sex life.

Children, cooking for family, and this is it!

I don't want your world to get better.

You think I want to go on living in this hole?

Lembit said it's your personal one.

Kalmer didn't let to press charges.

Said that it's a complicated story.

We don't agree.

The flies have appeared.

So kill them.

My phone's ringing? - Yeah.

Good night.

Hello, Gustav.

How are you doing there? - Not bad. Just flies are around.

Nala's sleeping? - She's under the blanket.

Do you want to talk to her? - Let her be.

Your collection is complete? - Yeah.

Will take it to the editor tomorrow. - Fingers crossed.

Thanks.

You get along there? - Yes, it's quite cosy.

Good. - We were supposed to do laundry today

but didn't bother to. We can do it tomorrow.

Of course. - You sure you don't want to...

Hung up.

Lay down quietly.

Fuck!

Down! Everybody on the ground!

Get up, quick! Hurry up! - Help!

Shut up!

Why drag her along? Let's whack her right here.

On your knees!

Sergey, the window! I'll cover!

Horniness is not fit for a genius

I would rather go to work.

What the fuck is this?