01x01 - Episode 1

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-Look how funny Daddy is dancing.
Can you see?

-Lyuba, come to us!

-Come on.
-Come on, come here.

Come on, my good girl, come on, my beauty.

-Dad, Dad! Say a toast, say it!

-A toast? Okay, I’ve got a toast.

Dear relatives, a toast.

Thank you, Zhenya.

Well then.

It’s time to drink to our Lisa.

My brother’s wife.

Lisa, our dear! I want to note
your talent for patience and endurance,

because for three years now you’ve stubbornly and gracefully
been ignoring my brother’s shortcomings.

Though there are plenty of them.

In short, Liz, to you,
to your patience and self-sacrifice.

-So far I’m carrying this cross with pleasure.

-Well, hurry up and sort out
the housing issue already, and it’s time for kids.

-Look what a long-tongued son I’ve raised!
-Liz, to you!

-Happy birthday!
-Hooray!

-Happy birthday!
-Happiness!

-Happy birthday.
-Let’s drink to Lisa.

To Lisa. Bottoms up, bottoms up.

Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up.

-What should we say to Aunt Lisa?
-Happy birthday!

-Happiness and...
-Health.

-Health!

-Zhenya, she’ll get her whole jacket dirty.
-Mom, let her eat however she wants.

-The elevator’s not working again.
-Alright, then on foot. Bye!

-Bye-bye!
-Write when you get there.

-Okay, take care.
-Godspeed.

-You’re a good girl?

-Mom, when will I have a little sister?

-I really hope soon.

Here. Will you have some?
-No.

-Of course, you ate half the cake.

-I won’t, I won’t.

-Whose nose? Whose nose?

That’s it, I took your nose.
Oop, put it back.

-I love you, wife.
-Mom!

When will I finally have a little sister?

-When your dad drinks less

and more often truly
loves his wife at night.

-What? Hold on!

What did you say, woman?

We’ll get home and I’ll love you like...

Like, I don’t know... Like this!

Like a real orangutan!
You’ve never even seen love like that!

Seriously. Look — like this!

Oh-oh-oh!
-Dad, you’re an orangutan!

-Yes, I’m an orangutan!

-No, no.

-I’m an orangutan!

-Sit down already, orangutan.

-When I get home...

-Buckle up, orangutan.
-And I’ll love you like that!

I’m an orangutan!

The little bug fell asleep.

-Sweet little one.

-Zhenya, shall we go to Egypt in March?

It’s warm there now.

-Shall we borrow from your mom?

-I don’t know.

The guys are late.

We’ll save up, tighten our belts,
and it’ll be enough for five days.

-I don’t know where else to tighten.

-But there’ll be sun instead of this cold.

Lyubka will be happy.

-I’ll be happy too.

Idiots.

I don’t like Kutuzovsky.

-Where’s he going? What’s he doing?

Go straight.
-Come on, hey, stop him!

-Pin him down, Sanya.

-You! Brake! You hear?

-What’s with you?

-Brake!
-Show yourself. Go to hell.

-What did he say? Why’d you open your mouth?

-Who are you talking to?
-You, family man!

-Brake!

-Morons.

-Damn, they’ll wake Lyuba up like this.

-Thank God.

-Come on, floor it, floor it!
-Come on, Sanya, teach him a lesson!

-Stop-stop, brake!

-A-a-a!

-Go-go!
-Lyuba!

-Pavel Nikolaevich...

-Dad...

-Damn it! What “Dad”? What “Dad”?

What? What?!

b*tch, “Khovanshchina”!

This crap goes on for five hours.
How the hell can anyone sit through it?

Two acts left. Natalya is crying.

Damn it! Who even allowed him to drink?

-He was scared. I told him not to.
-“Scared”!

Federal highway, damn it! Cameras everywhere!

That’s it, you no longer have a license.

-Sorry, Dad.
-This all has to be sorted out today! Clear?

-Clear, clear.

-Otherwise you’ll drag me down with you!
And your parents!

-We’ll sort it out, we’ll sort it out.

-Leave the car here,
let the driver take it away.

And replace the bumper tomorrow. Clear?

-Understood.

-I’m going to finish watching this crap.

-It’s her own fault, that b*tch!

What did I do?

Dad...

Dad? Where’s Lyuba?

-Zhenka!
-Where’s Lyuba, Dad?

-Zhenka! Call the doctor, she’s come to.
-Dad?

Where’s Lyuba?

-The main thing for you right now is to rest.

The doctor said you have a severe concussion.

-Quiet-quiet.

-And Vanya?

-Quiet-quiet-quiet.

-Vanya!

-Hang in there, girl.
-Vanya!

-Hang in there, everything will be fine soon.
-You lie down.

-Quiet, sunshine.
-This isn’t happening to me.

-Hello.
-Good afternoon. Evgenia Mikhailovna?

My name is Alexei,
I’m the attorney for the Karpachyov family.

May we talk?

I understand your difficult
physical and mental state.

So I won’t keep you waiting
and will get straight to the point.

A criminal case has been opened regarding the accident,

and during the investigative measures
the person at fault will be identified.

We don’t want any more
trouble to happen to you.

Especially since your condition
doesn’t require an investigation or a trial.

My clients want to help you.

We’ll work with the investigation and ask you
to cooperate with us in this regard.

The investigation needs to find the guilty party.

My clients claim
that another car collided with theirs,

after which they collided with yours.

And we ask you to sign a statement
about that first collision.

Then the investigation will look for those guilty parties,
and you won’t be at fault.

-They’ll all go to jail.

-Get out of here.
-We’re offering you the best option.

Other options will be worse.

-Get out.
-Evgenia, agree.

You can’t bring the family back.

-Get the hell out of here.

-No need for hands.
-Get out.

-Think before you attack.

-Get out!

-Zhenya, rest assured, they’ll go to jail.
Or rather, he will, the driver.

There were a bunch of dashcams.
We have about ten witnesses.

The press is on our side.
They’re rich kids, the people hate them.

They can say whatever they want,
but we’ll put so much pressure on them

that they’ll remember it for the rest of their lives.

The main thing is for you to recover your strength,
you’ll need it in court.

-I want to look them in the eyes.
-Everything will happen.

I’ve gathered everything, double-checked it.

Look at the wonderful photos
your dad provided.

You’re in uniform here. Fire service.

I’ve collected all your commendations,
character references, certificates.

Then, the family, the child.

I apologize.

-Alright.

-To be honest, I don’t sleep at night myself,
I keep thinking about this.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-Tell me, can we talk
with Zhenya alone?

-Yes, of course. We’re already finished.

Zhenyechka, if anything, I’m available.

Hang in there.

Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

-Sit down.

Zhenya, how are you?

Do you need anything?

-When is the funeral?

-Zhenya, you were out of it
for so long.

We thought we’d lost you too.

Well, we buried them.

There were so many flowers.

Everything was beautiful.

People came.

Zhenya...

Anyway, we wanted to talk to you.

About this accident.

Just please don’t get angry right away.

-Those guys called us,

said they want to help you.

And they paid for the room.

The funeral too.

They said that if you don’t sign
what they’re asking, it’ll be worse.

-How did you bury them?
-We buried them.

We couldn’t wait.

-Zhenya, don’t fight them.

They have such connections.
I read about their parents.

Better to sign
that another car hit them.

There really could have been another car.

-They’re offering a substantial sum
as compensation. You understand?

We have to agree.
-Everything has to be done properly, yes.

-Where’s Lisa?

-Lisa is at work.
-Didn’t want to come persuade me?

-Listen, don’t be stupid.

We’re all walking around in fear.

We have to agree with them.

-They’ll all go to jail.

-What an idiot.
-Mom, quiet.

-You’re such an idiot.
-They’ll go to jail.

-I lost my son. And my granddaughter.
I lost them because of you!

Couldn’t you pull over to the side?
Couldn’t you let them pass?

It’s all your pride.
I told Vanya he shouldn’t be with you.

What, did you get behind the wheel drunk?
Drunk, were you?

And now the whole family has to answer for you?

-I wasn’t drunk, I didn’t drink.

-They found alcohol in your blood.
You were drinking then.

-I wasn’t drunk, just one sip.

-They’ll use that against you.

-I...

I wasn’t drunk.

I wasn’t drunk.

-Lord, what have you done!

-Alright, Mom.

Alright, alright, Mom.

Zhenya.

-What happened?

-I just...

He knew you wouldn’t be there, he came to me.

Shoved this over.

I didn’t get it right away. Thought it was groceries.

Shoved it over and said: “Take it for the treatment.”

I wanted to punch him in the face right away.

But my legs were shaking.

Forgive me.

-Guided by Articles 306, 308 of the Criminal Procedure Code of the Russian Federation,
has found guilty

of committing a crime
under Article 264,

and sentenced
to 14 years’ imprisonment...

-Dad!
-How is this possible? This can’t be.

This is a person, not your papers.
-Dad!

Dad!
-Zhenya...

-It’s okay, Dad.
-Zhenyechka.

-Calm down, quiet. Dad!

-Tell me, how is this?
-Dad!

-You yourselves wanted it this way.

-Dad, don’t!
-Zhenya!

Zhenya! Zhenya...

-The man is unwell!
-Zhenya...

-Call an ambulance! Dad!

Dad! Dad!

-It’s getting dark...

-Let me say goodbye to my dad,
tell him not to worry. Do you hear?

-There’s a crowd of journalists,
take her out through the other exit.

The prison van is already here.
-Let me say goodbye to my father!

Do you hear me? Let me say goodbye to my father.

Please, let me go to my dad, he’s unwell.
-Go, you’ll talk later.

-Security!

-Quiet-quiet, stop, stop!

-Get in the car.

-Let go! You b*tch!

b*tch!
-You b*stards, you’ll all go to jail!

-Vitya, dear, get them off.

-Damn it! Rabid b*tch!

How much did she bite off, huh?

She bit off half his cheek!
-Let me see. Stop yelling!

Stitches will be needed.

-Yeah, and rabies shots.

-You’ll have to calm her down,
there’s too much noise.

-Understood, Pavel Nikolaevich. There’s a guy
who can get to her in pretrial detention.

I’ll take care of everything.

-When will I be able to call my father?
-They’ll tell you everything.

-Why are you standing? Come in.

-Quiet-quiet. Let’s go, lie down. Come on.

-They tell me not to appeal,
at best they’ll knock off a couple of years,

or they might even add more.

If there hadn’t been alcohol,
maybe I could have done something.

On the other hand, what does the alcohol have to do with it
if you weren’t at fault in the accident.

Well, they’ve brought in such resources.
First time I’ve seen anything like this in my practice.

Do you understand what kind of people these are?

Zhenya.

I have two boys of my own.

They’re putting pressure on me.

-Get out.

-I’m sorry.

I need a different lawyer!

Do you hear me?

A different lawyer!

Asurkina and Plotnikova!

Prepare for a meeting with the lawyers.

-Zhenya, good luck with the new lawyer.

-Don’t rush so much, you’ll make it.

-Where’s the lawyer?
-Wait.

-Convict, approach the door with your back.

-Where’s the lawyer?

-First you have to put on the handcuffs.

-Why? You have no right.

-Do you want a meeting with the lawyer?
You have to put on the handcuffs.

You’re violent, people are afraid of you.

Well, come on, come to your senses.

Come on, come on.

Open your eyes. Open your eyes.

Good girl, good girl.

Come on, come on.

Come on, you b*tch.

They told you not to make a fuss.

They said it once, they said it twice.

Now the third time, the last.

-Help!
-Don’t yell.

They told the local bosses
that I’m your new lawyer.

-Help! Help!

-Where do you think you’re going?
-Help!

-Like it? Remember the feeling.

Now this is how it’ll be with you
always, until you shut up.

-Zhenya?

-Can you see well?

-Yeah.

He’s kind of weird.

-Like you were when you were young.
-Come on.

What’s this “when you were young”?

-Mom, Dad!

-Oh, Sashka.
-I’m here!

-Sashka’s here!

-And I’m not alone.

This is Marianna.

-This is for you.
-This is Natalya Igorevna. Pavel Nikolaevich.

-Hello.
-Good afternoon.

She’s embarrassed.

Well, let’s drink to the acquaintance.
-Let’s.

Marianna, will you help set the table?
-Of course.

It’s so cozy at your place.

-No, Dad, it’s serious with us.
She’s studying at MGIMO.

Everything’s tip-top.
-Tip-top, huh?

-Top.

-Alright, let’s go eat.

Yeah.

Plotnikova was transferred today.

So you can breathe easy.

-Thanks, Dad.

I got it.

Attention, guard! Prepare for handover!

Handover!

-Exit one by one,
form a column!

Personal belongings in front of you!

Wider, wider, come on!

Handover complete!

Convicts! From left to right, loudly:

name-surname, year of birth, article.

-Plotnikova Evgenia Mikhailovna,
January 19, 1995,

Article 264 part 6.

-Louder! Clearer!

Plotnikova Evgenia Mikhailovna,

January 19, 1995, Article 264 part 6.

-Good girl.

Next!

-Kosareva Olga Dmitrievna,


-To the barracks, run one after another!

-Aerosol — no.

Next time let them send candies without packaging.

Did your mother pack this for you?
Perishables are not allowed.

-Where to?
-Eat it here while I process it.

It won’t go any further.

Straight blood and milk.

Just like ripe apples.

-Exit, form a line.

-Stand still!

-Hello, convicts.

My name is Nikolai Alekseevich Stegniy.
I am the head of this colony.

I am responsible for your lives
and the lives of the other convicts.

You are here because you broke the law.
You are serving your sentence.

Our job is not to re-educate you,
that’s already your task.

We don’t coddle anyone here.

Any violation is punished,
we don’t give warnings.

Remember humility. It will help you
more than willpower and character.

Pray. God help you.

To the barracks.

-Migalishinets — here.

Kosareva — here.

Plotnikova — fourth, top bunk.

Why are you frozen? Settle in.

Are you at home?

Undress and lie down.

That’s it, women.
In a new place, may the groom appear to the bride in a dream.

-Hello, little bird.

Mom, what is it? Get up!

-Plotnikova!

Hang in there, your father has died.

Stroke.

-Are you blind or what?

-Hello, respected one. Newcomer?

Arrived with the evening stage?

What’s your name?
-Zhenya.

-Very good, Zhenya. My name is Elvira.

Sit down at the table.

-And who’s the most dangerous here,
who should I be afraid of?

-In the first row behind my back.

With the broken nose.

Don’t mess with her. They call her the German —
because she respects the Nazis.

-Are you the German?
-Huh?

I’m embarrassed to ask, but who’s asking?

-Why are you staring, you b*tch?

-b*tch!

b*tch!
-You’re ugly.

-b*tch! Give it to me.

-You can’t do anything to me, you’ll chicken out.
-Give it!

You’ll die!

-Well, come on.
-b*tch!

-Alarm!

-What the hell are you doing, b*tches!

Break it up!
-Scatter.

-Quickly!

-It was her who started it!

It was her who started it! Everyone saw,
plenty of witnesses — it was her who started it!

She started it!

-If you wanted to die, you should have just died.

This way it’s just problems.

We’ll make the beds at night,
lying down is forbidden.

-Convict, stand up!

Why aren’t you eating?

You’re only making it worse for yourself.

You’ll get another 15 days for disobedience.

Convict, stand up!

Convict, stand up!

Convict, stand up.

Two hours until lights out.

Stand still!

-Got yourself ready for the grave?

We’ll force you to live, whether you want to or not.

-Lyuba.

Lyubonka, you need to eat, little one.

You haven’t eaten anything since morning,
just candies, girl.

You need to eat.

And you know, your dad,
when he was little, ate for three.

And look how big and strong he grew up.

You’re little.

-Mom!

-Lyuba!

Oh, Mom...

Lyubonka!

Just a second. Just a second, little one.

Just a second.

Just a second.

Lyuba!

Lyuba?

Lyubonka, everything’s fine.

Everything’s fine, little one. Everything’s fine.

No.

Everything’s fine.

Everything’s fine.

Come on, Mom, come on.

I’ve missed you so much.

-Where are you going? Don’t stick your nose where it’s not wanted.

Lie down!

You understand, you’re dreaming.

-No! No!

-Hold her, hold her!

Give it to her, let her go limp.

-Don’t squirm, give me your fingers!

Hold her tighter!

-What are you staring at? Go to sleep.

Help...

Damn it!

-Next time I’ll cut your tongue out!

-What happened?

Marina! Plotnikova, what are you doing here?

On the floor! On the floor, I said!

Marina! Damn it!

Everyone to the punishment cell!

-Her too?
-Her too.

Get up, I said! Go!