01x09 - Episode 9

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-Hello.
-What are you pulling me for?

Better lend a helping hand to your friend.

-Pavel Nikolaevich, we're waiting for the order.
In half an hour max they'll let him go.

-And has my grandson arrived?
-Yes, he's at home.

-And why is he in handcuffs?

-Because he's under arrest,
and there's been no order yet.

-Captain, a word.

I'm saying, let's step outside and talk.
We'll talk there.

-Pa, sorry, I didn't think
we'd have to go check the suitcases.

-Don't sh*t yourself, son.

You're a problem kid, but you're my only one.

-Pa, we need a news report to air
that she escaped from prison.

So they show her mug on every channel.

-Well, say the idea isn't bad.

-Umar checked, there's nothing in her file —
no photos, no DNA, no prints, nothing.

She thinks she's the smartest one.

-He'll bring the keys now.

-Umar, tell me, if we can't find her,
shouldn't everyone be looking?

-I don't know, Sanya.
If she's pulling stunts like this with us,

you think she didn't plan for that?

-Umar, I'm sitting in handcuffs
in this shitty district police station for smuggling.

We need to do something, right?
-Sanya, she knows we're all gathered here.

Just like at the party yesterday.

She brought us together on purpose.

-But we can't release him
without the order.

-Is there another way out of this building?

-There is, but only for staff.

Well, they started renovations there yesterday.

-Yesterday?
-Yeah, everything's piled up there.

-See, son,
Umar never studied in London, but he's smarter than you.

-You'll freeze. No point in you being here.

They parked too close.

Will you make it?

-We'll deliberately let them get to the car.

And once they sit down, then we'll work on them.

Me and my guys from the other tower.

When we open fire,
the first ten seconds or so we'll shred the tires.

Punch through the armor.

They'll have time to feel everything.

You wanted them to be scared, right?

So they'll be very scared.

-You saying we'll punch the armor
even at that distance?

-This r*fle hits at four thousand meters.

The kinetic energy
at that velocity and b*llet mass...

No chance.
-Give me the monitor.

I don't want them to have a chance.

-It will be done.

-Wind correction.

Northwest, seven meters.

Second group, calculate the wind.

They're coming out.
-I see them.

-Second group, zero-one.

Engage.

-Stop, it's not them.
-Abort!

-It's not them.
-Abort.

Second group, abort.

Seryoga.

-Faster.
-4-0-6, Sanya.

-Second group, 4-0-6.

-Let's move. Floor it.

-We get out calmly and do what they say.

-Get out of the car.
-Calmly.

-Get out of the car! Hands behind your head
and on the ground. Now!

-Hands behind your head.
-Hands behind your head!

Hands down, I said!

Hands down, I said!

-Listen, everything will be fine.
-Weapons down.

Weapons down!

-Hi. How's it going?

Sit down.

-Move over.

-Just a sec. Just a sec.

Whoa!

-Well, I told you.

-Check it out, Sanya, look.

-What is that?

-You f*cking animal? Huh, b*tch!

-Holy sh*t.
-Hey, what the f*ck are you doing!

-You vicious thing.
-Cuffs, cuffs, Pavel Nikolaevich.

-Here, tie her up. Give me the bug.
-Here.

-Jam the phones.

Press yourself here.

You guys drag her. I'll go check on the guys.

-Looks small, but she's heavy.

-That's from pure spite. It'll get lighter soon.

-So, everything good with you?
All people in place?

-Yeah, everyone's locked and loaded everywhere.

-Good, good.

Listen, whoever shows up,
put them on the ground right away.

Then call your people upstairs.

And only then figure out who you dropped.

-We'll handle it.

Pavel Nikolaevich, they're reporting to me

that Plotnikova still hasn't been
delivered to the station.

They're taking her somewhere.

-Then find out where they're taking her.

Did you f*ck it up again? What the hell?

-I'm working on it. I just can't get
an answer from the police yet.

They're referring to you.
-Meaning?

Find her urgently.

-I'll find her.

-A-a-a!

-You're a saint.

Even b*ll*ts don't take you.

Alright then.

We won't k*ll you today.

We'll just have a calm talk.

Tell me, where is your money?

Or we'll t*rture you
until you talk.

-Where's Marchenko?

-He's already paying for what he did.

-Don't take sin on your soul.

You almost sent three Uzbeks
to the other side today.

We barely found you on the roof.

-Congratulations.
-You arranged everything so elegantly.

And here it's such a mess.

-You'll still answer for this.

-Yeah, we will, we will.

Better tell us about the money.

Got a lot of it?

-So much
that you won't escape responsibility.

-Well that's good.

Very good.

You hear that, Umarik?

She's got a lot of money.
-Then we need to share.

-Not gonna happen.
-Why not?

Look, you're in a basement.

Naked, tied up.

Three men around you.

We'll t*rture you forever.

Let's skip that phase.

-You won't get the money.

My people are carrying out their tasks.
They won't come save me.

Or ransom me.

-And what are your people's tasks?

-First they have to k*ll specifically you.

And when you're gone,
no one will be able to protect them.

They'll go to prison
and rot there slowly.

Those are the tasks.

-And what will they lock us up for?

-Same thing they locked me up for. For the case.

-Hold on, don't go anywhere, I'll be right back.

Oh...

Know what this is for?

-I can guess.

-Scared?

-Yes.

-And where did you get so much money?

-I helped one person before he died.

They repaid me with a gift.

My people won't give you anything.

Even if I beg them.

-Pavel Nikolaevich, maybe we just sit her
on a bottle already? Why mess around with her for nothing?

-She's not lying.

-I'd still check.

-Well, check then.

I just don't want to deal with this.

-Pa, where are you going?
-To eat.

I've been with you all day like a workhorse.

You understand,
I haven't done this in about 25 years.

I don't want to do this.

I'm a different person now.

These idiots, they don't know how.

You provoked all of this yourself.

It's all your fault.

You understand what I'm saying?

God, I thought we'd live quietly,
we've had enough of w*r.

Nothing changes here.

So, is she tied up?
-Yes.

-Sure?
-Yes, dad, sure. She's not going anywhere.

-Give me the bottle.

Stop drinking, give me the bottle.

-We need to return her to the cops.

-Of course we do. Why?

We did everything, took her for a ride,
showed her the sights.

Yeah, time to let her go.

Umar, give me some bread.
-You yourself said she's telling the truth.

That they won't give us anything for her.
What's the point of messing with her?

-Well, what's the point?

Maybe we can squeeze something out, we need to regroup.

-And when we squeeze something out,
we'll still return her to the cops, right?

-No.

-What do you mean no?

-I mean nobody's returning her
to anybody.

-No, we didn't agree on that,
Pavel Nikolaevich.

-We agreed
that your man would shut her up in prison.

And where is that?

-Well then she shut up.

-Anyway, short version: you cooked this mess,
you answer for it.

-Pa, are you high?

-So how do you picture this?

I call the cops right now and say,
come on officers, come pick her up.

-No, dad, what, right here?

-Why here?

We'll find out where her money is,
then decide where and who.

-Dad, I don't get your logic,
what do you want, for me to...

For me to k*ll a person?

-Son, either she gets us, or we get her.

That's the scheme.

-Someone's here.

-Your mother. There's Natasha, she sensed it.

-What do we tell her?
-Go, I'll talk to her.

Son.

I thought you'd study, become a senator.

Not grow up into the cretin
that you are.

And by the way, Umarik,
your father is not happy with you either.

Anyway, this is a lesson for you
that I thought you'd avoid.

-I don't need lessons like that.

-Don't sh*t yourself, nobody will find her.

-f*ck. This is some kind of bullshit, dad.

-Bullshit is wiping your a*s
for twenty-eight years!

My arm's worn down to the elbow from it.

That's bullshit!

Go.

Hi, my love. Why did you come back?

-I stopped by duty-free at the airport.

They had such nice shirts for you.
-Yeah?

-Yeah. So I bought them and came back.

-Well, we didn't agree on this.
-Well, tell me.

Why did you send me far away? Huh?

Found yourself another one in your old age?

-What is this? There's no one like you in the whole world.

-Well, Pasha, we've been through a lot together
from the very beginning.

And we'll get through this together too.

I'm not going anywhere.

And why are you walking around in shoes?

Around the house. We agreed.

I saw Sasha's car out there.

In the yard.

-They're sh**ting at the range with Umar.

-Hooligans.
Call them, I don't want to go down there.

-I'll call them now.
-Nobody can get through to you.

-My phone's downstairs, no signal there.

-And who is this Nadezhda Igorevna Tsapkova?

-No idea.
-She called me, found my number.

Asked me to tell you that she needs
to urgently discuss some problem of yours.

She's been running herself ragged. Looking for you.

-I don't know, I'll call.

-Definitely not a mistress?
-Jealous, are you?

-Elderly voice.

If you tell me she's over 50,
I won't be jealous.

Who are your people, tell me.

-They'll find you themselves.

-Who are your people?

-They'll find you themselves. And k*ll you.

That's how the system works:
if something goes wrong,

you can sacrifice everyone
except the main goal.

-And why didn't you cut Ustjugov's d*ck off?

Did he f*ck you with his hand or something?

-They offered you a civilized solution.

You refused, went against them.

They warned you, asked you, tried to persuade you.

And you k*lled an innocent man.

Marchenko was a normal guy,
and you ex*cuted him.

It wasn't him who sent Ustjugov to you, it was me.

-I'll execute you too.

-No, it won't be like that.

-Sasha, do you know
who Nadezhda Tsapkova is?

-No.
-I just talked to her on the phone.

She says, do we have
any difficulties with Evgenia Plotnikova.

I don't even know
if we have such difficulties.

-And why did you get so scared, my dear?

-Scared?

-Her eyes lit up
when you mentioned this Tsapkova.

-Who is this Tsapkova?

You really want to sit on a bottle
all night?

-She works for me.

-You just said recently
that there's no one looking for you.

-Ah, there it is, getting warmer.

So what did you not share with her, huh?

I'm asking, what did you not share with her?

-Or someone.
-Yes, this isn't about money, it's about something else.

I told you we'd find everything out.

-I'll k*ll all of you.

-Should've k*lled right away
instead of all this.

-I'm going to meet this Tsapkova,
you stay with her.

And Sasha, go upstairs, say hello
to your mother so she doesn't come down here.

Because I don't know
how to explain all this to her.

-Umar, come here.

-What?

-She's not going to tell
anyone anything anyway.

Let's do her together.

-What?

-You f*ck.

-Seriously?
-I don't know, something...

-I understand you, of course.

-But we still need to go up to mom.

Hi, mom.
-Hi.

-Why didn't you leave?
-You changed your minds, so did I.

-Hello, Aunt Natasha.
-But we didn't change our minds.

Aren't you in the loop?
-About what?

-We're still flying out in a couple of days.

Dad will sort everything out.

-You boys keep in mind, please,

that Pasha is currently dealing
with your problems.

-Mom, we know, we'll figure it all out.

-You've got a son growing up yourself now.

Grow up faster.

That's it, I'm going to sleep.

-Good night.

-Good night, Aunt Natasha.

-I'll be gone a little while, guard her.

-Are we with you, Pavel Nikolaevich?

-You're here, I said. I'm getting bread and coming right back.

-I'll go after him.
-He ordered us to guard here.

-He ordered them to guard her,
and my bosses ordered me to guard him.

You're in charge.

Rock-paper-scissors! Rock-paper-scissors! Rock-paper-scissors!

-Genetic luck, bro.

-Damn, and what about me?

Am I just gonna hold the candle?

I'll film you, Sanya.
Then drop it in the chat.

Did you at least close the door, lucky guy?

-Wait, do you have some kind of kink
for tied-up women?

-We have to put her down somehow.

-Ha, fine.

-You like this because it's the only way
you can feel your power?

-Keep going, keep going.
I even like this.

-Ah, mommy didn't love you as a kid?

Beat you?

Because you were bad, that's what she thought?
-What did you say?

-Yeah-yeah, I agree, shut me up,
that's the only way to control a woman.

-Maybe leave the two of you here alone?

Enough, are you falling for it?

-No, I just can't refuse a beautiful
girl when she asks me for something.

-We had a different plan, I thought.

Now we'll work her over, she'll get tired.

And that way it'll even be easier for all of us.

Agreed?
-Agreed.

She's already studied everything there.

Thought I'd untie her there.

So she could grab a g*n
and sh**t us the f*ck dead.

This is perfect.

What was it you wanted to talk about regarding my mother?

-Quiet-quiet.
-Bring him here.

-Don't rush, let's talk, huh?
I have a child too.

I understand you very well, but try to understand us,
what were we supposed to do, huh?

-I'll sh**t your knees.

-Yeah, yeah.

Come on, come on, come on.

-Secure him, secure yourself to him.

-Listen, how about I call dad
and he'll call the whole thing off.

-What are you doing?

-He'd do anything for me.

-Pull tighter.

-What are you doing?
-Yourself to him.

-Listen, the situation is sh*t,
but we'll pull through.

Please.

He'd do anything for me.
Please, don't.

Call dad, please, huh?
-I'll call.

Good evening.

Is there any clothes?

-Hello, Nadezhda.

-Evgenia Plotnikova escaped from prison
and wants to take revenge on you?

-Well, she's trying. And what does that have to do with you?

-She's messing up my life too,
and I want to stop it.

Let's help each other.

-You know a lot about me.

I'd like to know about you too.

-I had a daughter-in-law,
she served time in prison and died there.

And they told me
that she got close with Plotnikova

there, in the zone, and now she escaped
and wants to harm me.

-For what?

-She wants to kidnap my granddaughter.

-My only little blood.

I'm a lonely woman,
and she has money and some g*ng.

Help me.

-And why does she need your granddaughter?

-She's crazy.

Well you tell me,
why would she need someone else's child?

-How can I help you?

-Maybe you know where she is?

-No. If I knew where she was,
I wouldn't be talking to you.

-They told me they caught her.

-Well, they catch her, let her go,
catch her, let her go.

She has a talent for escaping.

We have a common enemy.

And that brings people together,
especially if the enemy is dangerous.

I suggest we share information.

What do you say to that?

-I agree.

-Evgeny Gennadyevich, you're right.

Karpachyov was indeed looking for Plotnikova.
And I think he's already found her.

We should meet with you in the morning.

-Into the entrance, now. Into the entrance.

-He definitely ran into the building?
-One hundred percent.

Talked to some woman, headed back
to the car — and suddenly bolted back.

-Want me to call more people?

-Yeah, I don't understand anything.

What's going on there? Where did he rush off to like that?

-I'll call you back.
-What?

-Get up.

-Stop! Don't sh**t! Weapons down!

Can't you see?
His son is there! Don't sh**t!

Evgenia, it will only get worse!

There will be no more lawlessness!

Don't sh**t!

-We can take off.

-Why did you sh**t him?
They're going to open fire on us without looking now!

On us and on you!

-What do I need to do? I'll do anything.
Who do I call?

-Shut up and listen!

There are too many of us in this helicopter.
Someone needs to get out.

We'll untie your hands and Umar's.

You'll do rock-paper-scissors,
whoever of you gets out, deal?

-What the hell?

-Or you have a choice.

We don't untie Umar's hands,
and you decide yourself who gets out.

So, do we untie your friend's hands too?

-What are you doing? What are you doing?!

What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?!

-Decide!

-A-a-a!

May you die, b*tch!

May you rot!

Don't choke on it.

b*tch, may you die!

-The same thing will happen to your son
if you do anything to Vera.

Keep your phone on.

We'll contact you soon
to exchange your son for her.

-Pavel Nikolaevich?
-What the f*ck are you doing, you piece of sh*t?

-I'm not doing this, you are.

She's been at your house this whole time.
Where are you, Pavel Nikolaevich?

-Zhidkov, stay out of it.

You hear me? Stay out of it. I'll sort everything out myself.

God forbid anything happens to him,
I'll smash your head on the asphalt. Got it?

-Her people shot my people.

She kidnapped a person.
The law obliges me to take measures.

-I don't give a f*ck about your law!

I have to get him myself. Myself. Got it?

-Where are you?

-God, why are you so f*cking stupid?

Why are you so f*cking stupid?!

Why are you such a stupid b*stard?!