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BASED ON REAL EVENTS

Kyiv 1977

Comrade Dovzhenko…

Did you understand the essence
of this committee?

Yes. You have to
determine if I`m not insane.

We have to determine if you are sane.

Let me help you then.

I graduated from high school
with honors…

Served in the army…

Passed the exam to Kyiv Polytechnic.

I know a lot about electricity.

I won the heart of a beautiful girl

and gave birth to a pretty
healthy boy with her.

Eee… What else? I don`t know.

I go to the restroom on my own.

Is that enough to declare me sane?

a film by DENIS TARASOV DIAGNOSIS: DISSENT

-Tram pampam pampam!
-Hi!

Happy birthday, son!

Dad, you missed everything.

Not at all.

I saw everything.

Son, I wish you to be free and to
have a big heart with no fear.

And this is for you.

Let me help you.

So…

So, do you like it?

Look what I have.
It is a gift from my grandfather.

Isn`t it cool?

Yeah.

I spent three hours
in the detention center.

Again? What happened this time?

Policemen didn`t like my hairstyle.

And no wonder he didn`t like it.

Happy birthday, Taras.

Daughter, I have to go. Thank you.

No, no. Dad, wait!

-No, indeed.
-No, I hoped you`d stay for cake.

-I can`t. I need to…
-Daddy!

Valentyn Heorhiyovych, if you are
leaving because of me, don`t worry.

I promise to behave quietly, keep my
own opinion to myself and

not criticize the party!

Come on, sit down. I say sit down.

Sit down, I say.

You were expelled from the institute
for listening to banned music. Right?

Upon an anonymous request.

-How`s everything going at work?
-Thank you.

All-Union Scientific Society of
Neuropathologists and Psychiatrists

organizes an international conference.

There will be guests
from the United States.

And I will be giving a presentation.

Oh, Valentyn Heorhiyovych.

I suddenly have an idea how
to make this wayward son-in-law

love his exemplary
father-in-law once and forever.

Yeah? I wonder how?

If only you could persuade
your foreign colleagues to bring

a few Led Zeppelin or
Deep Purple albums with them,

I would confess my sincere
eternal love to you.

Mom!

Excuse me. What, my dear? Taras, what
do you want?

You are a big kid, Andriy.

As for professional prisiatrist, your
conclusion is very superficial.

You know what your problem is?

There is nothing behind your

so-called rebellion.

Rebellion must have reasons,

hit a target, lead to change.

Otherwise, it`s just a pose

to draw attention to yourself.

Do you know who does that?

Please, enlighten me.

Boys. Without principles.

For me, it`s weird to hear
about principles from a man

who has spent his entire life

licking other people's asses to
get to influential positions.

Cheers!

Dad!

Satisfied? You shouldn't have
treated him like that.

He shouldn`t have contributed to my
expulsion from the institute.

But you don't know that for sure.

I wonder who else could
have written that anonymous letter.

Thank you for this wonderful
evening, Andriy.

We're going to ask you
a few questions, do you mind?

Do I have any choice?

Do you have a history
of mental illness in your family?

-No!
-Any concussions in childhood?

I think not.

What is your relationship with your wife?

Regularly.

-Do you have a mistress?
-No.

-Why?
-What does it mean why?

Are you sociable in daily life?

-Listen, I am not…
-Do you have additional activities?

Does going for a walk
with my son belong here?

Do you like Wagner?

-Wagner?
-Yes, Wagner.

How should I answer
without sounding insane?

Do you have friends?

I hope so.

Who are you at odds with?

I don`t have any enemies.

Were you mentally ill
when you committed anti-Soviet acts?

Hi, Andriy.

Oh, Dovzhenko.

Come in here.

Complaint about you again,
from the police.

An appearance that tarnishes
the image of a Soviet citizen.

Right?

Nothing new.

-I didn't do anything illegal.
-Sit down.

Dovzhenko, I`m sick of you.

Look at what you
look like with your hair, jeans.

Anti-Sovietness on the move.

-You don`t like the way I work?
-I don`t like the way you live.

It's all about the music you listen to.

It's only violence and
anti-communism there. Sex.

Excuse me, but do you know what this is?

Hi!

I have edited the
two music programs you asked for.

They are ready to air today.

What is this?

I don`t know.

-Dad!
-Get in the car.

When will Andriy be released?

He will be kept in a pre-trial
detention center until the trial.

Until what trial?

For anti-Sovietism.

I warned you that you
would not be happy with him.

What`s next? Prison?

For up to three years.

-Go!
-Boss, didn't you confuse the room?

Shut up! Silence, I said!

Hey, shaggy, you have a nice jacket.

I said take off your jacket!

-Take off the jacket.
-Fuck off!

Daddy, please, get him out of there.

Do you know that he called me a sucker?

I`m begging you.

Take off your shoes, too.

I'm playing for the jacket.

Deal the cards.

There`s one option.

The defendants under
the anti-Soviet article

undergo a medical examination
in our institution.

What kind of examination?

For sanity.

So you say that a person who
listened to forbidden music

is considered insane?

Yes.

How long has this been going on?

Ever since the diagnosis of
slow-moving schizophrenia

was invented in Moscow,
at the Serbsky Institute.

There are symptoms, but no disease.

Slow-moving schizophrenia exists
only in our Union.

Unrecognized by the international
psychological institute.

But I didn't tell you that.

And do you think Andriy
will be sent to this examination too?

I don't think so, I know!

This is how the state apparatus
revenges those who have offended it.

-I can't do anything because…
-Because you are…

the part of that appartus.

So, the shaggy haired has been healed?

Shut up!

Take it, beauty.

Come here, come on,
don`t be afraid! Sit down.

Get out of here.

You look like shit.

Why are you here?

I turned on the music at the workplace.

Oh, what do you listen to?

Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Rolling.

They are cool.

But I like Black Sabbath more.

Vitaliy.

Andriy. Thank you.

Get settled.

Why did you do that?

-They fired me again.
-Did you think about us?

Listen, I'm not organizing any protest.

I just turned on my favorite music.

Forbidden music.

I don`t understand why you are so nervous.

They might issue me a fine of
three hundred roubles or assign me

community service. I'm not some kind
of party cadre or modernist poet.

Nobody cares about me.

Andriy, you're facing prison.

How did you get that?

Dad said that.

So, that`s his secret desire
to see me imprisoned.

Stop fooling around, this is very serious.

Father said now they are sending

to a psychiatric hospital
for your article.

Where?

They will appoint a committee to
determine whether you are sane.

Are you kidding me?

Andriy.

At this committee you will need
to tell them that you need help.

They'll put you in some
psychiatric hospital.

You'll stay there for a week,
and then they'll let you go.

It's almost like a sanatorium.

I won`t do it.

I`m not insane.

Then you won't see me
and Taras for a long time.

It's the only way not to be imprisoned.

Were you mentally ill when you
committed anti-Soviet actions?

Yes.

I was not aware of my own actions.

We have just received information
that your father

was on a hunger strike.

He was denied the second group
of disability.

Because of that, he could not get a job.

My father just wanted
the local authorities to hear him.

Som did they hear him?

No. He died without receiving justice.

Justice?

Do you think the Soviet government

could have treated its citizens unjustly?

Valentyn Heorhiyovych, do you have
any questions for the subject?

Yes, I have.

Tell us, do you condemn
your father's actions?

No. I think my father acted the right way.

There's nothing to think about,
Heorhiyovych.

You're a respected person,
and he's disgracing you.

You have to react somehow.

You should show that you don't
support his reformist nonsense.

We have prepared an opinion,
the form is standard.

The diagnosis is slow-moving
schizophrenia.

Send him to our ordinary
city psychiatric hospital.

-There are decent conditions there.
-All right.

And one more thing, Volodya.

I'm asking you
to supervise this personally.

-Of course. You can rely on me.
-Thank you.

It was once I turned on
the forbidden music, once.

Bitch.

They can hold the trial without you

if they decide that
you are socially dangerous.

And you go to a psychiatric hospital
under instruction.

Under what instruction?

The instruction on urgent hospitalization

of mentally ill people.

Fuck.

It turns out that I can spend
who knows how long there.

Listen, some people manage
to get out faster.

They somehow get
copies of their medical files and

send them to the West.

There, our dissidents make noise.

And people like Sakharov,
for example, began to bombard

the Central Committee
with letters demanding

the release of certain prisoners.

I doubt I will be of interest to Sakharov.

Andriy, the West is fighting for all
those who has made their voice heard.

Once you're there,
find accomplices and act together.

Take it, you`ll need this.

Let`s go! First one. Come on.
Second. Come here. Third one.

Go, I said. Get up. Move, move!

The fifth, go!

The sixth, the seventh, faster!

Quickly, in line!

So, comrades patients.

Welcome to our beautiful institution.

My name is Comrade Kozych.

You will remember it quickly.

I have two good news for you
that will cheer you up.

First. Congratulations,
you did not go to prison.

This is an exemplary specialist.

And we will definitely cure your brain.

And the second news is
that you will have a warm shower.

Now my colleague
will take all your valuables,

you won't need them anyway.

What are you looking at, come on.
Empty your pockets quickly.

Give it to me.

Come on! So, what have you got?

All right. Next.

Are you completely empty?

-Wow, wealthy.
-Follow me in a line, bitches!

Hurry up! Move!

Come on! Hurry up!

Don't get behind, come on. Follow me.

Hurry up!

Follow others.

Move on, c`mon.

-Let`s go.
-Wait, wait.

Mouth. Mouth!

Mouth.

-What are you doing?
-Sit down, sit down.

Open.

Guys, I paid for it.

Mouth.

Open!

Come on.

Open.

Open your mouth.

Turn around.

-Hurry up.
-Don't lag behind. To the wards.

So, you, you, you.

Come here. Follow me.

Hurry up. Go. First, second.

Come on.

Welcome to heaven.

Lights out.

Not lying down, not sitting, not walking.

Not lying down, not sitting, not walking.

Are you talking to me?

C`mon, c`mon.

We call him Hamlet.

He`s a Prince of Denmark?

Actually, he was fine.

But after his
comrade died from being beaten

by medics, he truly went mad.

Serhiy.

Andriy.

It's from the haloperidol,
you'll understand.

There's a pastor over there.

He's praying, that's not allowed here.

He pretends to warm up in the sun.

That's Bayan.

That`s Ghost.

It`s Grandpa.

He is our gross meister.

All right, Grandpa, come on.

They've been here for so long
that no one knows who they are.

Not even themselves.

That's Colonel Rohoza.

What happened to him?

They call it fixation.

Why does nobody help him?

Forbidden.

We can`t. Forbidden.

Because you'll end up in his shoes.

Hey, listen. Why did they do that to him?

I see you're very curious.

You're not a KGB rat, are you?

Vessel, bastards!

Breakfast, get up!

Vessel!

Vessel!

Let`s help Daddy, pssst!

Why are we sleeping?

Anti-Soviet idiots.

Let`s go to the canteen. Come on, come on!

Non-humans.

This place is not for you.

Yes, I`m not crazy.

This is Colonel`s place.

Mykola.

Grandpa! Grandpa! Damn it! Stand up!

Why are you here?

I turned on my favourite music
at the workplace.

Political, then.

No. I know nothing about politics at all.

I`m here by accident.

I will write a complaint.

Maybe some of you
have done it, tell me where to start.

It`s forbidden to write here.

Or didn't you get a briefing yesterday?

But that's not
the worst thing in your case.

You can't protest,
because you're not under arrest.

No defence. Because you are
recognised as mentally ill.

You'd better put a couple of spoons, son.

They don`t give you anything else.

And it`s still far from lunch.

Cheer up! Don't bunch up.

How the neuroleptic-addled lunaticsdeclassified my agent?

I don't think he was declassified,
it was a personal conflict with Rohoza.

A KGB officer is in intensive care.

We will find out everything,
we will find out who did it.

Your task is not to search,

but to ensure thatthe system is functioning properly.

But instead, they steal thepatient's medical records from your

office, some of whichare read by Americans.

What do you want me to do?

They say you can fuck for two dayswithout a break on ephedrine.

Is that true, comrade Khodymchuk?

You know what else they say?

They say that dick is not hard after that.

Fuck. I`m fucked.

What did he say?

The Americans have requested
an inspection of our hospitals.

You know what this means.

If they find out that we attribute
schizophrenia to dissidents…

This is someone from your department.

Along with psychopathic murderers,
you have four wards for dissidents.

I know, I was interrogated
about this for three hours.

Who the fuck cares that you know?

We need to release Rohoza.

Have you gone mad, Lakhnovska?

He's not the one
who hands over the documents.

How do you know?

How do I know? Fuck.

He is under the supervision
of your nurses all the time.

Only his wife comes to see him,
she is searched.

He could not have passed these
documents and, in general…

It would have been wise to persuade
him to our side.

Rather that to fix him with belts.

Even if one of the patients
handed over these documents,

he might know about it.

I'm just as interested
as you are in finding out who it is.

Believe me, If I do

a double dose of sulfazin
will be a gift to him,

compared to what I have prepared for him.

Rohoza should be released.

Good afternoon.

Please, tell me what department
is Andriy Dovzhenko in?

Dovzhenko.

No such patient has been admitted.

What the fuck have you done?

Where did you send him?

As you asked, to a psychiatric hospital.

I told you to send him
to a regular hospital,

and he ended up in a special one instead.

By the way, let me introduce you,
Vitaliy Kravets.

The State Security Committee.

Hello, Comrade Stelmakh. I'm very pleased.

I understand that you were talking
about your son-in-law Andriy.

I'm afraid I have
some bad news for you, Professor.

Sit down, Valentyn Heorhiyovych.

As the saying goes,
there is no truth in the feet.

Come on.

This morning the court heard the
case of your son-in-law Andriy.

Confirmed the correctness
of the medical report

and made a decision to send your
son-in-law for compulsory treatment

in a psychiatric hospital
of a special type.

He has no place where
he is now, don't you agree?

Yes.

It's impossible to remain fully adequate,
having spent years

with people with obvious
mental disorders. Right, Professor?

Yes.

I think Oksana and Taras
also share our view.

By the way, how is she doing?

I attended the premiere of
The Diamond Ring.

What kind of outfits Oksana makes!

She's a genius! And how is she
coping with Taras?

He's only eight,
she must really miss Andriy.

It's still a good thing that
problems haven't started.

I`m sorry, what kind of problems?

You know how the public treats the
families of those whose relatives

are officially recognised as mentally ill.

The children are asked
to leave the kindergarten.

Neighbours ask them to move.

The management asks to find another job.

Proper functioning of the system
is impaired.

Please tell me, what can I do for you?

Have a seat, Valentyn Heorhiyovych.

Leave us alone.

Take it. Oh God.

God help us.

Kolya, show me.

What is this?

Take and drink.

I have the right to know what I take.

No you don`t.

Then, I won`t do it.

Hey, don't be a dick, just drink.

Come on.

For mom.

Where? Show me your mouth.

You bitch, come here.

Fuck.

Well, shaggy.

Let`s make you an
exemplary Soviet citizen.

I've given you strong painkillers,
you'll feel better now.

Ready?

One, two.

How did you manage
to persuade Khodymchuk to release me?

I said you would cooperate with us.

My brain feels like it's filled with lead.

Thoughts are confused.

I can`t focuse on anything.

You`ll be better now.

Let`s go.

I think the only thing
I can think about is suicide.

I`ve been broken, finally.

They've been giving you
a lot of tranquillisers

without correctors lately.
It will be better now.

I want to ask you something.

Vitya.

The West received a medical report
on one of our

patients with a diagnosis of slowly
progressive schizophrenia.

Do you know anything about it?

No. Why do you ask?

KGB is searching me.

They came and interrogated me,
searched the whole apartment,

found nothing, but they are following me.

What patient?

Yevhen Miroshnychenko.

You mean the guy who died from
being beaten by the medics?

Yeah.

Is this why the KGB sends its rats here?

-Vitya.
-I really know nothing about it.

An order came from the top
to use brutal torture

against all political prisoners,
you first, then the others.

-You understand?
-Listen.

I`m being honest with you.

Although you're right about one thing.

If I was involved,
I wouldn't have told you.

You don`t trust me.

I don't want to put you in danger.

You're the only one I still have.

Don't bunch up.

Did I say something unclear?

Hey, Grandpa. Come here.

Sit down, we`ll play.

Good move.

Listen.

Why are you here?

I`m a taxi driver.

Well, I was.

I talked to the passengers
about everything.

So, you know.

I might have said something wrong
to someone wrong.

But I'm leaving soon.

Hey, Grandpa.

Let's play fair.

How did you manage it?

I told the committee
that I had made a mistake.

That I was not aware of my own actions.

That the Soviet government is
the best government in the world.

In short, I acted wisely.

Do what you did was to give up.

Call a spade a spade.

Let it be so.
But I'm going to get out of here.

And go back to work.

You will be declared disabled
in the second group.

You will receive a pension
of forty-five rubles.

You will be denied access to
many professions, including driving.

You'll be deprived of your civil rights

and taken into care

You'll be lucky if it's one of your
relatives and not a KGB man.

Fuck you.

Andriy.

I would like to ask you
not to whisper behind my back.

I'm not here by choice either, you know.

You're disturbing me.

Dovzhenko, Khodymchuk is calling you.

How do you like our hospital,

comrade Dovzhenko?

So, it is hospital.

I just have the impression that it
is something much worse than prison.

Not at all.

Under Soviet law, compulsory
treatment is not a punishment.

You are not imprisoned here.

You are patients, sick patients.

Doubtful.

Why do you doubt professional
opinions from expert doctors?

Our foreign colleagues speak very
highly of Soviet psychiatry.

Very highly!

Perhaps they are not shown everything.

Perhaps they are unaware
that absolutely normal people

are imprisoned by Soviet psychiatry.

Not normal, but sick.

I am normal, and you are sick.

Today you criticise the Soviet
government, then you are inspired by

the idea of hating the police
and end up…

attempting to kill
a high-ranking official.

So, what do we have here?

Wow.

You have a deep psychopathisation
of the schizoid personality.

A slow-moving schizophrenic process
is possible.

So, don`t you want to tell me something?

Comrade Dovzhenko?

For example?

Well, that you sincerely
repent of your actions.

That you will never
make the same mistakes again.

I prescribe haloperedol injections,
four millilitres of a five per cent

solution and stelazine tablets, and
to relieve depressive and paranoid

states, I prescribe injections
of one per cent sulfazine.

Hush, hush. Come on.

That`s it. Let`s go. Holy Father,
have mercy on us!

I pray to you, our holy God, save
your servant Andriy.

I pray to the higher power.

The power is yours, O Lord.

For ever and ever.

To the glory of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.

He doesn't look like a rat.

Hi.

Is it that bad?

What have they done to you?

Doesn't it suit me?

Oksana.

You are so beautiful.

Give me a smile, please.

You know, it's not so bad, as you
said, it's almost like a sanatorium.

They feed us well, the chambers
are bright, staff are friendly.

The nurses are very polite and kind.

They feed us all kinds of vitamins.

You've forgot that
you're not good at lying at all.

What`s that?

It`s haloperidol.

Hey! Talking about the hospital
is forbidden.

Well, let's talk about
less pleasant topics.

How is your dad?

Look, I succeeded, and you smiled.

I will fight.

I have already written a complaint…

Hands!

I have already written a complaint
to the prosecutor's office.

Tomorrow I should get an answer.

I will do my best to get you out of here.

Just hold on, okay?

You know that I never give up.

You should stop with this bullshit, man.

Do you remember your father well?

I didn`t know him.

I remember my father a little bit.

He was shot by the Nazis
when I was little.

His own neighbours turned him in.

The police.

The same two-faced bastards
as those who pretend idiots here.

I can see through them all.

My mum couldn't hold me, I ran away
to my dad at the very moment when…

they… poof. And the bullet hit me…

here.

On the move.

And got stuck.

Did you try to get a bullet?

Are you stupid?

This is the memory of my father.

This shit helps me to ease the pain.

Oh, fuck… boring.

Let's torture them.

How are you?

My whole body aches.

And there's some white shit in my mouth.

I keep wanting to rinse it out.

Stelazine. You obviously
pissed off Khodymchuk a lot.

Oh, he turned out
not to be a fan of rock music.

You're one step away from insulin, mate.

Here, it's prescribed to the
particularly rebellious.

First, you become deaf as a grouse…

Come on.

And then you stop responding
to sounds and touch.

You sit like a scarecrow
and drooling from your mouth.

Why are you here?

He distributed
the Ukrainian Herald by Chornovil.

It was closed in 1972.
He has been here ever since.

The only person he trusted here
turned out to be a KGB rat.

According to Mykola's innocent stories,

he sent three of his friends to prison.

Since then, he hasn't trusted anyone.

No one, but you.

Pastor has an equally interesting story.

Three years ago, I wrote a letter
that many priests of Soviet Ukraine

were the recruited KGB agents.

They hand over to the committee the
information received from believers.

A few days later I received a summons.

Please come to visit a doctor at the
psychoneurological dispensary.

In case of non-appearance,
the police station will be informed.

I came and I never left.

So what do you have: a stance or a pose?

I don`t understand.

The point is simple.

Whores, artists and clowns strike a pose.

It can be easily changed depending
on the audience's or clients` wishes.

Stance always remains the same.

Go to your rooms, your shift is over.

Get in fucking line, whores!

Cross yourself.

Cross yourself, bastard.

Oh, you see? From the first blow.

Your turn.

Please don't.
Don't, I'm begging you, please.

Please, don`t.

Watch how you do it with him.

Stand up.

Say aaa to daddy.

Chew. Chew, chew.
If you spit it out, I'll kill you. Chew.

Chew.

Why the fuck did you sit down?

Do you hear me?

Why did you get to him?

What the fuck are you saying?

What, you don't have the balls
to fight with someone younger?

Here, bastard!

No, no, no.

I have another method for you.

Come in. Go wash your hands,
and I'll make lunch.

-Mom.
-Mom, my sweetheart?

Hello, Oksana.

My name is Vitaliy Kravets,
I know your father.

How did you get there?

It was open.

I don't know who you are or what you
want, but you'd better leave.

-I call the police.
-Come on, Oksana.

I am here for you.

I want to talk with you about your
appeal to the prosecutor's office.

Take off the clothes.

Did you hear that? Take off your pants.

Come on, shit.

Tell your son to go to his room.

Honey, go play in your room.
I'll be right back.

Taras.

Take a candie.

Take a candy, Taras.

Thank you.

Good boy.

Take it off.

Oksana.

I must ask you to give up
trying to fix Andriy's situation.

You are only making it worse for him.

After each of your appeals they will
increase the dose of neuroleptics.

And he will lose interest
for everything pretty quickly.

Even for the family.

Do you really want to see him that way?

I think you should answer.

Go ahead.

Hello.

Listening.

It`s called "twisting".

It was invented by the bright minds
of the nurses.

You won't even be able to breathe soon.

Get some rest.

A call from the theatre?

Told to take leave at my own expense.

Listen, it`s a great idea.

I think you need some rest.

Well, all the best.

Say hello to your father.

I`m confiscating this one.

It`s very serious…

You will be released…

Dad, you missed everything.

This is how the correctors act.
They will bring you to your senses now.

I am Iryna Lakhnovska, the head of
this department.

-Andriy Dovzhenko.
-I know who you are.

You like music.

Now I doubt it.

I wanted to thank you
for what you did to the Colonel.

He won`t forget it.

How can you not be outraged by this?

There are no feelings
at work, only instructions.

You`re not like them.

Get the fuck out of here.

Kolya, take him out.

Answer me one question.

I'm wondering where the morphine
went. You started again.

-Who do you serve, Iryna?
-I don`t understand.

I know everything about you and Rohoza.

Your pretty little nurse saw
you two basking in the bathroom.

That's why you made me release him.

You were saving your lover.

That`s not that you..

Shut up!

You set me up.

If I don't know by tomorrow night
who stole those fucking documents,

you'll be in that ward!

Tomorrow.

Start the exercise. Raise your arms.
Up. Down. Up. Down.

Come on, come on, more fun.

I was a loyal communist.

I believed in the party and the leader.

I risked my life for a better future.

What went wrong?

After I said at the party congress
that with such a political course,

the light of the future would be a
thin ray in a dark arsehole.

Everything went wrong.

Guys, here's the deal.

I found out that Miroshnychenko's
medical report was released.

Whose?

Yevhen Miroshnychenko.
He was imprisoned for nationalism.

He developed an ulcer.

Kozych severely beat him
after the operation.

His stitches came apart and he died.

It's clear that someone from the
hospital passed on the report.

It was one of you.

I understand that no one can be
trusted here.

But we could act together.

Raise right hand up and turn it left.

Hey, you idiot, throw me the ball!

Are you deaf?

Give me the fucking ball!

Are you fucking deaf?
I said, give me the ball!

-Get back!
-What the fuck is this?

Stand still!

Fuck.

Everybody down! Nobody move!

Fuck.

On the ground!

Everybody lie down! Don`t move!

Guards, get ready to fight!

What are you anti-Soviet bitches
lying around for, huh?

Bye, guys.

Bring it to the end.

To the wards!

So you're not mad. Have you been
playing the fool all this time?

Calm down.

Hey, hey.

Madmen are less likely to be watched.

So it was you who released the materials?

When Zhenia was killed, I realised
that I could no longer remain silent.

How did you do it?

I noticed a long time ago that
Khodymchuk was a fucking junkie

and started to follow him.

One day, he got high and fell asleep.

I stole Zhenia's file from his office.

I slid it out, hid it in a tennis
ball and then threw it over

the fence while I was walking.

Nurses didn`t notice?

Who cares if a madman throws tennis
balls over the fence?

Clever son of a bitch.

And who picked it up?

My father. He got a job as a guard at
a railway station not far from here.

It was he who sent the report
to the American embassy

and it made a lot of noise.

As far as I know, a congress of
psychiatrists is about to take place.

But we need more materials.

Shit.

I know about this congress.

Guys, shush, shush.

Dovzhenko!

Get out.

You`re fucked.

Sit down.

Well, how are you?

Andriy, I have some bad news.

Is it something with Oksana? With Taras?

Taras was suspended from school,
and Oksana was forced to take unpaid

leave from work.

Now do you realise what you've done?

Actually, it was you who sent me here.

-As I understand.
-You understand it wrong.

In fact, this is a pre-planned
KGB operation,

and you have become a part of it.

What?

Recently, someone from this hospital
passed on to the Americans the

report of one of the patients
diagnosed with slow-moving

schizophrenia.

Well, the Americans have long
suspected that this diagnosis is

just a fiction to hide political
repression of dissidents.

But now they are demanding to be
allowed to inspect psychiatric

hospitals and they threaten to expel
the Soviet psychiatric society

from the World Association,
and this is already a scandal.

KGB developed an operation to
identify an informant.

To do this,
they needed a suitable candidate

who could win the trust of patients.

Some people manage to get out faster.

They somehow get copies of their
medical files, send them to the West.

Once you're there, find accomplices
and act together.

Andriy, they used you as bait.

What do they want from me?

You just have to tell them who is
leaking the information.

Son, you have to save your family.

It was me who wrote that
anonymous letter to your institute.

We're going to fuck you up so badly.

For the death of one of us.
You will shit with blood.

This is all a KGB operation
and you are part of it.

You just have to tell them who is
leaking the information.

Bye, guys.

Take it to the end.

You have to save your family.

Put him on the bed.

Be careful.

I can`t anymore.

I can`t anymore.

-Stop!
-Calm down!

That`s it, calm down.

Everything will be fine.

Where are you hiding the documents?

Bring me a solution of sulphazine,
we're out of it.

What happened in the yard?

Nurse saw one of the patients trying
to throw materials over the fence.

If the Colonel hadn't killed him,
we would all be lying in the "twists".

I`m sorry, Iryna.

Who passes on the materials?

Hamlet.

We need the medical records of
everyone who has been diagnosed

slow-moving schizophrenia.
I know who to pass them on to.

You have to help us,
otherwise his death will be in vain.

Bring the next one,
because we're not keeping up.

Ok.

I will help you.

Sit down.

Hey!

Hey!

-What does he want?
-Pour.

'Why are you shouting?

Take me to Khodymchuk.

Maybe I should put some
condensed milk on your ass?

If he finds out you didn't let me
know important information,

he`ll put it on your ass.

Levchenko! Take the comrade to the boss.

What?

It`s English.

I don't speak English.
Only a little German.

I say, smoke on the water

and fire in the sky.

Can I have your handbag,
Comrade Lakhnovska?

What happens?

You'll have to come with us.

The KGB are threatening my family.

They want me to give up an informant.

If I don`t do this…

You will say that I am the informant.

No.

Andriy, how old is your son?

Eight.

I`ll make copies of conclusions.
The rest will remain with you.

When they arrest me, no one will ask
whether I acted together with Rogosa.

You`ll have time to send documents
where they are needed.

But how do we get out of here?

Key from the boiler room.

I'll leave the folder with the
documents behind the red valve.

Hide the key.

There is a ventilation shaft there.
You will get out through it.

Are you sure you can trust her?
That this isn't a set-up?

I will give the documents to your father.

I will do it. I have nothing to
lose. I'll hand over the materials.

-He`s right.
-Are you sure?

I`m mad.
Not sitting, not walking, whole life.

Zhukovets, out.

-Please, don`t.
-Get out!

I beg you, don`t. Not me, not me.

I know who handed over the materials.

I know.

Who?

Hamlet.

Don`t do it.

Fixation for one week.

Get up, come on, get up.

Not lying down, not sitting, not walking.

Why did you do that?

Why did you pass confidential materials

to the enemies of the motherland?

You have a job, a flat, social
guarantees from the state.

An annual free trip to Crimea.

What were you missing, Comrade Lakhnovska?

Sick people.

You have the wards full.

A crowd of patients.

A crowd of patients,
but less and less sick.

Bastards.

They will kill Hamlet.

Grandpa.

Grandpa, come here.

Do you hear me?

Help me. Come here.

Are you scared?

May I?

I`ll tell you a story about one patient.

Yevhen Miroshnychenko. He was a poet.

He was credited with reformist
nonsense for a nationalist poem.

Chess. Remember?

Do you want to play chess? Come here.

Come here. We`ll play chess.

Good. Let`s play.

You see? I can`t. Help me.

Come on. Help me.

The guy had a temper. He did not
respond to treatment.

He was in conflict with the staff.
I tried to find an approach, but…

He openly hated and despised.

I`m begging you. Untie it.

Good.

He got an ulcer from our food.

He was operated on. I ordered them
to bring him to the infirmary.

I looked after him.

Thank you.

Let`s go.

Grandpa, what about me?

What`s the plan?

We have to save Hamlet.

Cowardly cunt.

One day, I came to ask how he feels.
Do you know what he told me?

He spat in my face.

That`s better..

I got angry and brought him to the ward.

Even though I knew it was too early,
that the stitches had not healed.

He died in two days.

From beatings by nurses.

I`m tired of being afraid.

Tired of indulging criminals…

who send sane people
to a psychiatric hospital.

Let`s continue.

Let him go.

Go to your wards, fools!

Hey, friend, look at me.

Look at me, listen!

Run, hurry up.

Write it. And be done with it.

I told you to go to the wards.

Let`s run away of here!

Run away!

Do you hear me?

Thank you.

Did you call me?

I do, follow me.

You?

Did you escape?

Yes.

Do you realise that we're finished now?

That's not the worst thing
you're going to hear.

Here…

Patient case histories with slowly
progressive schizophrenia.

People must know about it.

You have a conference coming up.
There's no better time.

But it also has my signatures.

You told me there was
nothing behind my rebellion. Well…

This is and always has been
the goal of my rebellion. Freedom.

What about your goal?

You set us up.

You destroyed your family.

-Did you think about Taras?
-That`s for him.

He will hate you! You have doomed him.
Do you understand?

I know the time will come.
And he'll understand.

I also have principles, you know?

Valentyn Heorhiyovych…

This is the cost of your principles.

Now you have to go abroad or lie low
in some remote area.

-I can help you with that.
-What`s next?

He was mad, he became a criminal.

I won`t give them that.

But you should not go back to prison.

I`m prosoner everywhere now.

Do you hear me?
Andriy ran away from the hospital.

He wants me to give this
to the Americans. Look.

It`s the end of us.

I`ll go to jail.

And you'll never get a proper job.

He signed the death warrant for all of us.

I just want you to know who have you
been living with all this time.

What? Why are you smiling?

You still don`t get it, Dad?

What?

That is why I fell in love with him.

Fell in love.

In love.

Dad, do what Andriy asked you.

I can`t. Do you understand? I can`t.

When mom was taken away…

you also couldn`t?

In the early 70s, documents
confirming the unjustified

hospitalisation of political and
religious dissidents in psychiatric

hospitals in the USSR were made
public in the West.

In 1977, Soviet psychiatrists were
expelled from the WORLD PSYCHIATRIC

ASSOCIATION

According to various sources, about
two million people were victims

of political abuse of psychiatry
in the USSR

Today, international human rights
organisations continue to receive

reports of the use of REPRESSIVE
PSYCHIATRY in states

with a totalitarian form of government

On 30 April 2020, the head of the US
mission to the OSCE, James Gilmore,

said that Russia was using
PUNISHMENTAL PSYCHIATRY in the

ANNEXED CRIMEA.

Subtitle translation by: Andrii Melnyk