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Hi, am I late?

Good afternoon. Sylvia?

- Yes. - No, they're already waiting for you.

But please, give me your purse.

Here you go.

And we'll need to conduct a search.

Thank you, you may proceed.

Hi!

I'm here.

You called me.

Is anyone here?

Nothing happens by chance, I know that for sure.

Excuse me?

There are no accidents, no coincidences.

I saw you, Sylvia, a year ago on some cable channel, and...

To be honest, you didn't make much of an impression on me.

But it's absolutely clear that... I can't do without you.

And how can I be of help?

What do you think is the most valuable thing in life?

Life.

Not bad.

How much do you earn?

Well, how should I put it, I'm a food blogger.

You have a beautiful body, food blogger.

But you must admit, even if you stripped naked in front of the camera,

no one would pay you a million.

But I'm turning forty in a month.

Nonsense.

With that provincial mindset, you'll never succeed.

There are porn sites where they only start at forty.

Frankly, getting naked on camera wasn't a part of my plans.

And you don't have to.

I'll strip naked in front of you myself.

And you'll film it all in great detail.

Wow! Not that I'm a prude, but I don't think I'm ready.

Agreed.

Everything has its price.

If you knew who I am,

you'd understand that for such material, they'd pay you a fortune.

What do you say, Sylvia?

I'll say I've never run from work.

Good.

Then let's begin.

Was it there?

Or did someone just hang it?

It was, it was.

Good afternoon, Detective. The sign was up for two days,

the room was supposed to be cleared today, the maid knocked for a long time, but...

Here.

Careful.

I see dead people.

The Sixth Sense.

And the sixth victim.

Where does he even get such rope? A real aesthete.

All the sadists switched to plastic zip ties ages ago.

And why a hotel this time?

This room must cost, what, five hundred bucks?

The room was rented by Ethan Smith, 55 years old.

We ran his name, but...

Jeff, do you seriously think Ethan Smith

could be the real name of the guy who did this?

Agreed.

So, another victim?

Another victim...

Same as before, a poor provincial woman, around forty, no ID in her purse,

makeup, clothes, all from the cheapest supermarket, same as the alcohol.

The drinks need to be checked. There's definitely something mixed in.

Doubt this was her favorite position.

The killer, before raping the victim and then killing her...

Or maybe killing first, then raping,

tied the victim in a St. Andrew's cross again.

And she didn't resist. Or did she?

Bruises, abrasions on the face, any on the back of the head?

Who's the ME?

Kelvin.

Kelvin Hughes?

What the hell?

Is he still warm? Whose is it?

I'm asking, who brought this damn coffee cup in here?

Sorry, sir, I'll clean it up right away.

Of course, Kelvin, who else could it be?

What are you gonna clean, cowboy?

What are you gonna clean? The fingerprints?

Listen to me carefully.

Take all these drinks for testing.

Get prints from everything. Clothes, blood, urine, don't forget semen.

In short, everything Tom usually brings you.

Now run to your lab. Then go home. To your happy little nest.

You just got married, didn't you?

Sir, it's just...

Run, Kelvin. I don't want to see you here anymore.

Go on, cowboy, go.

And be very careful, because I know for a fact

that paradoxical ejaculation doesn't exist.

What, what? What's paradoxical ejaculation?

Forget it. That term exists because of low-quality lab work.

Wonder what'll happen because of low-quality investigations.

Well, that's if we don't catch the killer.

Walter, open the door!

- Ma'am, this is the FBI. - What's going on?

Ma'am, raise your hands and don't make any sudden moves.

- What? - I repeat, raise your hands

and face the wall. All movements on my command.

Good afternoon, my name is Nancy Bell, I'm an FBI agent.

Maria, you're under arrest for conspiracy

to commit crimes against or defraud the United States,

as well as unlawful activities as a foreign agent

on behalf of the Russian Federation on U.S. soil.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you.

Do you understand me? How's your English?

- Yes, I understand you. - Good. Keep your hands up. Legs.

I need to ask, do you have any weapons or other items

that could harm us in the house?

Just kitchen knives.

You cook at home?

Yes, often. Right now, I'm studying for my economics exams.

Strict professor?

Well, he doesn't like Russians much.

I understand him.

I need passwords for all your electronic devices.

- Okay, I'll write them down. - Move. Hands!

Excuse me, ma'am, I'm a U.S. citizen,

my name is Walter Emerson, I demand…

I'd like to speak to my lawyer.

Yes, of course.

You're wondering if I have a search warrant?

Want to see it?

Alexa, play music. Let's cook.

Playing music.

Get your hands off me.

Quiet! Sit down and shut up.

Oh God, darling, how I love all your ties.

Today marks exactly two months since our wedding.

And I made dinner.

So, what did you make for dinner?

Everything you love.

Such a little redhead, like a fox. Foxy. Foxy, will you let me come?

Please, don't leave me here.

Call the supervisor. I need to make a call. I'm begging you, it's a mistake.

Don't leave me here, please.

Shut up, all of you!

Don't leave me!

Those who want water, hold out your cups.

Daddy won't repeat himself twice.

Me! Give it to me!

Scream louder!

I'm asking you, louder for me, please, huh?

Screw you, Snickers!

Don't be scared of him. Sure, he's batshit crazy.

Gets off on people crying or scared.

But overall, he's harmless, unlike my damn husband, the bastard.

Louder, I'm begging you, louder!

And you, by the way, what are you doing here?

I'm here by mistake.

I'm Ingrid.

Maria. Are you married?

He's not a husband, just a damn bastard, a total scumbag.

I'm from Mexico, Maria.

I've been working here since I was nine.

That scumbag, damn junkie, took my daughter,

my baby.

We had a fight, my daughter started crying.

The police came and took me away.

I'm here illegally.

If he's a junkie, why'd he take the kid?

Probably to sell her.

And all this on my birthday.

- What? - Today's my birthday.

Shut up! Shut your damn mouth!

Shut up, all of you!

Ma'am! Ma'am, can you hear me?

Are you talking to me, bitch?

There's a girl in my cell. She's really sad.

It's her birthday today. Could you sing something for her? Please.

No problem.

- What's your friend's name? - Ingrid.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Ingrid

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

To birth.

To the birth of our relationship.

To us.

Thank you, darling.

Everything was delicious and beautiful.

Yeah.

If I don't hit the gym tomorrow, then…

I read about this French actor somewhere.

Very famous in Europe. I don't know if he's still alive.

He always changed into formal clothes before his wife came home.

Pants and a shirt.

I'll try to do that for you always.

Something at work?

You seem out of sorts. Tell me what happened.

Tom got sick. They called me to the crime scene instead.

I haven't left the lab in over a year, and I felt like I wasn't…

Oh no, Kelvin.

Phil, you ask what happened.

But before I can even start, you say no.

I'm not saying no to you, but to your insecurities.

Stop indulging your self-doubt.

You're a grown, talented professional.

And you're much smarter than the others.

And you've long outgrown this position, and you know it perfectly well.

But to get promoted, others need to know it too.

Screw the others. Screw them.

Just act like it's true anyway.

Fake it

till it becomes real.

Real for them.

Because for me, it's already real.

You're the best.

Wake up, scum! Wake up! Rise and shine!

Cells 1, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9. Open up.

Bitches, out! Move it, come on!

Out!

I'm coming!

Oh, what are you doing here, white ass?

Not sure yet.

But I won't forget your singing. That was you last night, right?

Stop mumbling, bitch!

Hey, calm down, friend.

I don't just sing at birthdays, but at funerals too.

And believe me, no one will cry for you,

because Snickers will be standing right there.

Yeah, Foxy, Snickers is here...

With his hand in his pocket.

We're all not here for prayers.

I'm Paige.

I'm Maria.

You look kinda dead.

Everyone out! Out!

Move those asses, bitches!

Go, go, go!

Back off, damn it!

May I, sir?

Oh, Kelvin, good morning.

I was told you were looking for me.

Yes, got an important talk. Sit down.

How's married life? Honeymoon?

Thanks, sir. It flew by like an hour. But all's good.

I get it. With my Kate, 26 years flew by like an hour.

Steve, why are you lagging?

I'm a confirmed bachelor, sir.

And with all due respect, I already have a mom.

No offense, no offense.

So, how's the investigation going, guys?

Sir, I'm afraid we're dealing with a serial killer.

Similar murders of women occurred in six states over the past two years.

And Kelvin?

What about Kelvin? Oh, no complaints about Kelvin.

His lab is flawless and runs like clockwork.

Perfect. I actually wanted to discuss that separately.

Kelvin, what do you say?

What's there to say, sir?

I think you've been in your lab too long.

You've heard of the federal program to promote top specialists

up the career ladder.

Given your experience, analytical mind, and overall...

Long story short, how about transferring you to FBI headquarters in D.C.?

Ever been to Washington?

I don't know what to say, sir.

Thank Steve, it was his idea.

By the way, he wrote you a stellar recommendation.

Steve, thank you.

Did you think I'd hold a grudge over my suit forever?

Thanks. Again, I'm sorry.

Thank you so much. God knows I won't let you down, sir.

Great. Start gathering your documents.

Inform your family about the move, and you're expected in D.C. on Monday.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.

Your family?

What was I supposed to say?

How should I know who's the he, and who's the she?

Good, one less idiot in the department.

A cop marries a guy,

and suddenly it's the main reason for his promotion.

Steve, don't start.

Jeff, get to work.

Yes, sir.

Second, a wealthy adult businessman rents an expensive room,

brings in a donut shop clerk, kills her, then rapes her for three hours.

Third, my neighbor declares himself a non-binary queer person,

forces his adopted daughter to change gender,

and when she's out of the hospital,

he chains her in the basement and posts it all online.

Is everything really okay in this country, sir?

TV says we're the best at everything.

Maria, hello.

My name is Robert Gallagher, I'm your attorney.

This is Albert Gilan, my assistant.

Walter Emmers called us...

Please, tell me, when will I be released?

Maria, first of all, accept our apologies

for not immediately finding out where they took you...

Please, no extra words, just tell me when I'll be let out.

Maria, I'm afraid we have bad news. Albert?

Given that suspect Maria Zhukova

may attempt to flee using her connections with Russian officials,

the court will likely deny bail and order her held in custody until trial.

- Under Federal District law… - Robert, who is this?

What's your name?

- What are you reading, you piece of shit? - Maria, we're very sorry, but…

No, Robert! I can't stay here! Please, understand me, I can't be here!

At least lie to me.

Give me some hope.

What's on your mind, Robert?

Walter Emmers.

In a way, this turn of events can't help but please him.

What would he have done if Maria had been released on bail?

What interests me more is whether she knows the whole truth about him.

Because what'll come out sooner or later could break her.

Maria loves Walter, so the truth about him won't break her, it'll kill her.

But what could really break our client, is staying in a D.C. prison.

I'm sure they'll make conditions as uncomfortable as possible for her.

Solitary?

Not just solitary. There's also night checks, strip searches.

Strip searches?

Strip searches, Albert. A naked person feels utterly defenseless.

This is my country!

Good afternoon, everyone!

There's more. Bathroom trips under supervision.

Constant bright lights in the cell.

There are countless legal ways to break a person.

And not just break them, but do it in the most humiliating way.

What if she really is a spy?

Did you take offense when she called you a piece of shit?

Yes. Yes-yes. Maria, I hear you and understand you only have a minute.

So try to calmly relay the most important information.

Walter, you have no idea what I went through last night.

Rats, addicts, murderers.

A pervert in the next cell, if not for Paige…

Hello? Hello? You said Paige, who's that?

Does it matter? She's a singer. Black.

Actually, a thief. But it's not important.

A black singer-thief?

What's the difference? She helped me.

Listen, my love, be careful with black people. This is no joke. They might...

Walter, can you hear me? I'm in prison.

You know I'm innocent. Get me out of here.

Listen, my lawyer, Robert Gallagher, you know him.

He's a top professional. The best in his field.

Call ended.

The Almighty has gifted us with something remarkable.

Not only do we not know the date of our death,

but we hardly even sense its approach.

Of course, I'm not talking about death from illness or old age.

I'm talking about sudden death.

Death that is always nearby, the Grim Reaper,

circling people, creeping ever closer.

And, unfortunately, this diary of life that each of us writes

can end at any second.

And it doesn't matter which page it happens on,

whether it's the one written in beautiful mountains

or behind the bars of a terrible prison.

On the other hand, if we knew the day and hour of our death,

I'm afraid to even imagine what that would be like.

I think we wouldn't be able to live.

So people, in principle, just need to know that death exists.

What do you say, Sylvia?

Well, I'd rather not think about it prematurely.

Don't be afraid.

I was given a terminal diagnosis

when I was 14.

Now I'm 57, and I'm still standing.

Want to know the secret?

Found a magic elixir?

Judging by appearances, you're not poor. You can afford it.

Funny.

Am I wrong?

No. It's not some elixir.

Or some secret, expensive medicine.

It's just a rule. Very often, someone's pleasure,

a brilliant career and prosperity, someone's happiness,

is most likely born from someone else's suffering.

Every life, Sylvia, is most likely someone else's death.

Finally, you're in D.C. And we're all gathered here.

Nancy, meet Kelvin Hughes.

Wow.

That handshake. A vise grip. A professional to the core.

Analytics and mathematical precision are his forte. Please.

Starting today, you'll lead the Zhukova case.

It's a great honor to work under you, sir.

Happy to introduce to you, Kelvin,

Nancy Bell.

Your partner and a recent graduate of the police academy.

Plus a special six-month course in criminal psychology.

Nonverbal communication, body language, all that.

She led the arrest of the Red Sparrow just a week ago.

The way you took down the Russian network in 2010 was admirable, sir.

I won't be modest.

Eliminating ten illegals in one strike, that's a big win. But...

Right now, my focus is on just one person.

But what a person.

Ms. Zhukova?

No, gentlemen.

We're talking...

about our president.

I know this sounds terrifying, and in light of the standoff

between Democrats and Republicans, it might even seem provocative.

But...

As a patriot of my country, I want to be absolutely sure

that the U.S. is led by a person devoted to his homeland.

Excuse me, sir, the initial review of documents and electronic files,

seized during the arrest, revealed no connection between Zhukova

and anyone in the Trump administration, let alone the president himself…

Doesn't it strike you as odd, Nancy, that some upstart from the Siberian backwoods

was already asking questions at a meeting with presidential candidate Trump

within six months of arriving in the U.S.?

And then somehow ends up at the National Prayer Breakfast?

People sacrifice their lives to build such a career. And also…

I don't like the term "initial."

I need a deep, thorough analysis of her activities,

biographical facts, preferences, everything.

Kelvin, I hope I don't need to explain what "deep analysis" means.

No, sir. I'm confident I can handle it.

You've probably heard

about Russian interference in our presidential elections.

Well, overt and covert checks are happening at all levels,

and our subject came under special scrutiny

a year and a half before her arrest.

I'm deliberately not sharing all the details with you

to avoid influencing your objectivity.

How much time do I have to review the materials

and when can I start the interrogation?

You'll be informed when, but you can start with the documents right away.

That's it for today.

Goodbye.

This is Hunter Strock.

I want the Russian to experience all the joys of our prison starting today.

Step by step.

Yes, clear the entire floor.

Make sure there's literally no one around her.

I'll answer the question you want to ask but keep quiet for some reason.

Yes, you're not mistaken.

I was a weather forecaster on TV for two years.

But I realized it wasn't for me.

"I never missed a single one of your forecasts, baby."

"I remember once you were there with no bra on."

You were there with no bra on?

No, of course not.

But it's because of cheap pick-up lines like that that I left TV.

The spotlight isn't for me.

How did you know I wanted to ask you about that?

What gave me away?

Nothing.

Everyone wants to ask me about it.

I also want to know something.

What kind of relationship are we establishing, partner?

Professional

or personal?

Why are you asking?

You didn't just not greet me.

You acted like I wasn't even there.

"I'm confident I can handle it."

"How much time do I have to review the materials?"

It's not every day a guy from Utah gets the spy case of the year.

I apologize and I'm sure we'll manage.

Miss Zhukova, stand up and undress.

What?

I have every reason to believe you're hiding contraband.

So we need to conduct a search.

Are you kidding me?

How? Where would I hide anything? I've been in solitary for a week.

It's dead silent, like everyone's gone.

Do you not understand English?

I said stand up and undress.

What's this?

I cut myself on the shackles the day of the arrest.

The wound hasn't healed.

- I asked for help… - Take it off.

Get your hair back.

Alright, let's begin the inspection.

Open your mouth. Pull your lower lip down with your hands.

Now the upper one.

Higher.

Show your nostrils.

Left ear.

Right ear.

Good.

Now jump.

Higher.

And higher.

Lift your breasts with your hands.

Lower them.

Extend your arms forward.

Slowly spread your fingers.

Now bend forward.

Run your hands through your hair.

Again.

Stand up.

Turn your back to me.

Slowly bend over.

Grab your buttocks with your hands.

Spread them.

Wider.

Now squat.

Cough.

Louder.

Louder!

I said louder!

Again!

Again, I said!

Come on, again!

People from the Russian embassy are coming to see her tomorrow.

Take her to the shower in the morning.

And then our subject's life will be completely different.

Full strip searches every four hours.

Bathroom trips under strict supervision.

Also, Tressie, gather everyone in my office.

I want to conduct a general briefing.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm Nikolai Vitalievich Stukalov,

consul of the Embassy of the Russian Federation.

We met at the prayer breakfast with Trump.

This is my deputy, Alexey Alexeevich Lukashin.

Good afternoon.

Maria Valeryevna, forgive us, we were supposed to see you on the 16th,

but they refused, citing a quarantine in the prison.

When I was brought here, there were many inmates.

Now it's completely silent.

I've been in solitary for 10 days.

And today's the first day they let me out.

I noticed your leg is bandaged. Why? How are you being treated here?

It's from the shackles.

It's fine, today they let me shower and bandaged it.

Maria Valeryevna, tell us, how can we help you?

I haven't spoken to my parents in a long time.

They must be very worried.

Walter was supposed to call them.

Who's Walter?

Walter Emerson. My fiancé. You can write down his number.

Yes, let me write it down. It might be useful.

+1 (202) 101-1918.

I really hope he called them and my parents know everything.

Masha, the whole world knows you've been arrested.

Western press and TV talk daily about the arrest of a Russian spy.

What? Why a spy?

They don't care.

The main thing is they arrested you and announced it to the world

on the day of Trump's meeting with our president in Helsinki.

They had to sabotage that meeting by any means necessary.

And we don't know why they arrested you specifically.

Don't be afraid.

My name is Tracy.

What do you want?

I came to talk.

I wanted to know, how do people dress in Russia?

I don't understand you.

I'm just curious.

As a kid, I dreamed of opening a clothing store.

With clothes from different countries.

Excuse me,

what's happening there?

Is someone being killed?

Oh, those sounds. It's a recording.

It's just for you.

And it'll always be like this.

For me? What do you mean?

Starting tomorrow, your life will be different.

Completely different.

Want to take a walk before it starts?

I'll stay here.

Don't be scared. The floor's empty, everyone's been taken away.

I just don't know when you'll get another chance.

Yes, good, yes. Good job. Stop, stop. Show me the guns.

At me, at me.

Now turn around.

Look at me.

Bring them to your face, press them to your face.

Yes, great. Good job, look at me.

And now here.

Masha, you're on a hunt. Hunt, hunt, let me see it! Yes!

My dear, it doesn't work like that.

If you don't believe it, neither will the audience.

You have to know exactly where you're shooting.

Let me help you. Let's pick someone.

See that guy over there? Aim right at his chest. Can you do it?

Kill him, Masha.

Shall we continue? Let's go!

Okay, Masha! Aim!

Shoot! Right in the chest!

In the heart! Shoot straight into the heart!

Shoot! Good job! Hit! Again! In the heart!

Super! Great! Yes, that's it!

Break!

Good job! The last shots were perfect!

- Know who helped you? - Who?

An FSB agent.

What FSB agent?

That guy whose heart you just shot out.

He's definitely FSB. I'm absolutely sure.

Why are you so surprised?

You're the leader of the "Right to Bear Arms" movement.

And they genuinely believe the right to bear arms belongs only to them.

I'm sure he's been assigned to you for a long time.

I'm done.

Alright.

Get ready! Five minutes!

Hi. What do you want?

You're just really good at this.

I'm actually glad you finally noticed me.

Yeah? How long have you been lurking around me?

- About a month. - And what is your goal?

I want to understand why a girl like you

is into firearms.

And also, you often act, how should I put it, impulsively.

Listen, sunshine,

I'll cut to the chase,

but in exchange, you'll disappear from my sight forever, got it?

Now listen and remember. I'm a libertarian.

You can Google what that means. I live in a free country.

I'm a free young woman.

Try to remember that, you a desk-bound pimple.

And tell your bosses their time is up forever.

Questions?

Lights! Music!

Let's rodeo!

I love Japanese food, but I can't use chopsticks.

Teach me?

Screw you.

Masha, you ready?

You're a real star.

But that's worse for you.

Why?

Here's the most important thing.

No matter what happens, you must never agree to take pills.

No matter what, never.

Why would I need pills? I'm fine.

The most important thing for me...

The most important thing is that starting tomorrow,

your only goal will be to survive.

And trust me,

it'll be very hard.

I'm ready.

Are you sure, Sylvia?

Yes.

Everything that happens in the next few hours will shock many.

First, I'm not ashamed of my nudity.

And second, I'll repeat my point.

Every life is someone else's death.

That's how our world works.