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What we're doing in
Donetsk, it's important.

And what about living your own life?

You're still so young.

Head Waiter Rostov.

Do you know what never works with women?

Leaving them entirely ignorant

as to your affection for them.

Might I show you to your table?

You can show me anything you like.

Minister of Culture!

So good to see you again, darling.

One good turn deserves
another after all.

- Alexander Ilyich?
- Nina?

My husband's in trouble.
He's been arrested.

He's been sentenced to five
years, corrective labor.

What I need is for
someone to watch over Sofia

while I get myself settled.

I'll come back for her.

Well, well.

I suppose we should think
about getting you to bed.

All right. This way.

Head Waiter Rostov?

It's all right.

It's, it's not as steep as it looks.

It's just along here.

Now... here we are.

Um...

just you rest there a moment,

and, uh...

we'll put you down here next to me.

Oh.

Ow.

Oh.

Yes.

Good morning, Sofia.

Shall we see about
getting you some breakfast?

Don't you like it?

So tell me.

What is your dolly's name?

Dolly doesn't have a name.

What's that?

No name?

But, surely, your dolly
should have a name.

- Why?
- So that she can be addressed.

So that she can be invited for tea,

called to from across the room,

discussed in conversation when absent,

and included in one's prayers.

I shall call her Dolly.

Mama said you had a secret room.

Yes, this was her room, too.

Is this for me?

Oh.

Well.

How hard could this be?

Ow.

Oh. Sorry.

Ow.

Uh...

Good day.

You can see the predicament I'm in.

No, I can see the
predicament that Sofia is in.

Well... yes, quite.

What on earth have
you done with her hair?

I'm not up to the task.

I've done my very best.

If this is to become
a regular occurrence,

you need to find someone else.
I've enough on my own plate

- with work and my little one...
- I-I'll find someone else.

I just need a little time.

Sofia?

Marina will look after
you till I get back.

Will you take care of Dolly?

Good girl.

- Thank you.
- Head Waiter Rostov?

Manager Halecki would like a word.

Thank you.

But where on earth
is the child sleeping?

In the attic with me.

I mean, it's not an
ideal situation, I admit.

Institutions exist for
parentless children.

Surely we should contact
the relevant authorities.

She's not a parentless child.

Her mother is an old friend of mine.

She could belong to anyone.

This is most irregular, Manager Halecki.

All right. Just... pipe down a moment,

would you?

I take it this is a temporary situation?

Clearly. I'm unable to leave the hotel.

What sort of upbringing
could someone like me provide?

The child can stay for a month.

Then, after that, we'll have to inform,

you know.

One month. Thank you.

But should her presence
interfere with your duties...

we'll be forced to reconsider.

Might I remind you,

Leplevsky, that you are
still deputy manager.

Of course.

Nina's in Sevvostlag?

Her husband got into
some sort of trouble.

I'm sure they'll straighten it out.

Well.

Uh, I wish I could give
you this evening off,

but the restaurant's fully booked,

including some of our...

most esteemed Party members.

"Esteemed"?

- Mm.
- Last time those two

were in at the same
time, it ended in a brawl.

So...

they'll have to be seated

well apart from each other and receive

identical levels of service.

- Can I leave it with you?
- Yes, of course.

Good.

1 p.m. Let yourself in,

I'll be waiting.

Great Scott!

Hello?

My profound apologies.

There has been a...

a series

of unfortunate events

entirely out of my control.

But I assure you,

I will make it worth the wait.

Room for a small one.

Olga?

The damn things have laddered again.

Olga?

Good afternoon.

I fear I might be a-a little late.

Put some clothes on, Alexander.

Do us all a favor!

Nothing that just occurred was funny.

Oh, I beg to differ.

I had hoped that we would be...

taking clothes off

rather than putting them back on again.

You're not alone in that.

But I have rehearsals this
afternoon, followed by dinner.

Oh.

Who is the lucky gentleman?

A director.

Boris Milanovich.

I'm to be his leading lady.

Onscreen or off?

Let's not overcomplicate
things, Alexander.

Olga,

have you recovered from that ordeal?

So much promise, so little offered.

I'm sure it's the greatest
thrill she's had in years!

You don't know the half of it.

I'll be waiting downstairs.

Who was the girl?

Sofia.

Nina Kulikova's daughter.

- Nina?
- Yes.

It's been years since
you've heard from her.

She came to the hotel last night.

I could barely recognize her.

Her husband's in some sort of trouble.

She's asked me to look after
Sofia for a little while.

You must learn to brush her hair.

You start at the very ends,

- work your way up.
- Actually,

I wanted to ask you a favor.

No. Absolutely not.

Don't imagine for one second
that I'm going to be coerced

into some kind of family arrangement.

No, I-I had...

hoped I might borrow a suitcase.

- Oh.
- Two, if possible.

- Yes. Over there.
- Oh. Thank you.

I'll need them back.

I'm leaving tomorrow for a few weeks.

Give it a moment before you leave.

Yes.

There.

What do you say about that?

Is Mama back soon?

It'll be a little while yet.

Get some sleep.

Oh.

Good night, Sofia.

Are you awake?

Well, I am now.

I left Dolly in Marina's room.

Mm.

Oh. All right.

Oh.

Right.

Now,

Sofia, we're going to play a game.

The rules are very simple.

You have to stay as still

and as quiet as possible.

Can you do that?

Very good.

Your clock's broken.

Yes, it certainly seems like it.

It didn't chime.

No, it's a twice-tolling clock.

It chimes only at midday

and, uh, midnight.

Why?

Because it was designed that way.

Why?

Well, that's a tale
for another time. Sofia,

I really have to finish
this book for an appointment

with a very important man this evening.

Oh. So-Sofia.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you.

How 'bout a story?

Would you like that?

Yes? Um...

Oh, yes.

All right.

Here. Now...

"Happy families...

are all alike;

every unhappy family is
unhappy in its own way."

Yes, perhaps Anna Karenina is...

not really what we need right now.

Um...

Would you like to play a game?

Not the "sitting still quietly" one.

No, not that game.

This thimble is a very special thimble.

It belonged to my grandmother,

and it likes to get itself lost
so that it can be found again.

Now, you'll go into the
bedroom and count to 200.

I will remain

and hide the thimble within
the boundaries of the study.

You can count to 200, can't you?

No.

But I know how to count to 100 twice.

Well done.

Right.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven...

... 97, 98,

99, 100.

One, two...

... 98, 99,

100!

Coming! Ready or not!

Take your time.

No rush.

- Found it.
- What?

Oh.

- Again?
- It's your turn.

What's that?

It's your turn to look

and my turn to hide.

No.

S-Sofia,

now, you see, I do the hiding

and you do the looking.

If you always did the hiding
and I always did the looking,

then it wouldn't be a proper game.

Well, it-it...

It would be you sitting and me playing.

All right. All right.

Alexander, you won't peek?

Peek?

I'll have you know I am a Rostov.

I am offended at the very question.

Peek, indeed.

- What's a Rostov?
- Me.

I am.

I'm a Rostov.

Alexander Ilyich Rostov.

No peeking.

One, two, three,

four, five, six,

seven,

eight, nine, ten,

11, 12...

... 177...

... 178,

179...

Coming! Ready or not!

Ah.

Now...

... where could it be?

I wonder.

Am I getting warmer?

Warmer? Warmer?

Hmm?

Give up?

Absolutely not.

Aha!

Very clever. Up you get.

Well done.

Are you giving up?

I concede.

Is that the same as giving up?

It is the same as giving up.

Then you should say so.

I... give up.

But that's not fair!

But you said I could
hide it in the room.

When I hid it,

your jacket was in the room.

The chair... why did you move it?

So you would look.

Well done, Sofia.

Well played.

All right.

Now...

Again?

Why not?

Ah.

You see?

I told you it wasn't broken.

The moving of the chair
was pure dissemblance.

The sleight of hand was remarkable.

I couldn't have done it better myself.

You sound like a doting father.

First it will be Czechoslovakia.

Then it will be Poland.

Let the Nazis come and try that here.

I admit to a sense of
pride, although I can claim

no credit for her chicanery.

We will drive them
back into the North Sea.

- Exactly.
- Yasha and Ilya,

this is a kitchen, not a gossip house.

Back to work. Now!

War. War.

It's all they talk about.
And yet they have no idea

what it really means.

Until you've lived
through one, how could you?

Good luck.

Yes.

Don't forget your book.

Oh.

Thank you.

It's a very long book.

Yes. Well, don't be
too hard on yourself.

Many people don't make
it through to the end.

I read all of it.

Well, excellent. Uh, good for you.

The first volume on the Americans'
political system was slow going.

Yes, the first chapter
is detailed to a fault.

But the second volume, on
their society is interesting.

I am sure you're not
alone in thinking so.

"The love of well-being

is now the predominant
taste of the nation."

Indeed.

What should we make of the assertion

that democracy is particularly
suited to industry?

Well, that... Yes, that's a
very good place to-to dig in.

What did you make of that?

I asked you.

Yes, but as your tutor,

it would be remiss of me
to skew your impressions

before you have a
chance to formulate them.

Have you actually read the book?

I have read 87 pages of it.

Circumstances intervened.

Unexpected circumstances.

The young girl who's staying with you.

Yes, the daughter of a friend.

Nina Kulikova?

It's an unfortunate situation.

She followed her husband to Siberia.

That was a mistake.

Young girls get scared

when their mothers leave them.

You should go.

Oh. Thank you.

Alexander?

We'll cover it next time,

and I expect you to have read it.

Sorry I'm late.

Sofia.

Shouldn't you be asleep?

She wanted to wait up for you.

Insisted upon it, in fact.

Well, thank you, Marina. I've
spoken to the chambermaids,

and Natasha is going to look
after Sofia when I need to work.

Good night, Sofia.

Good night, Aunty Marina.

Aunty Marina?

You two have made friends.

Will the clock ring at midnight?

Yes, it will.

Would you like to know more about it?

My father commissioned
it from Breguet's,

the finest clockmaker in Paris.

He used to say a man should not

attend too closely to the clock

but should be diligent and
industrious in the morning.

And then, when the clock strikes 12,

he should have achieved

everything he needs to for the day.

And what about the rest of the day?

Ah.

Well, it should be
spent in wise liberty,

reading and what have you.

And the second chime?

Ah, well,

most definitely a
remonstrance, a telling off,

because anyone who hears it

should already be in bed.

Good night, Uncle Alexander.

Oh.

Good night, Sofia.

Sleep well.

You want to join in?

Come on then.

You go down...

Good lord.

... and who should see

the blind Princess Golitsyn?

The blacksmith's son.

The very same.

And remembering the princess's kindness

all those years before,

he took her back to his home,

and they lived out the rest
of their lives together.

I like happy endings.

So do I.

I wish we could go outside.

It feels a long time
since Mama went away.

When your mother was a young girl,

she had the run of this hotel.

No one

and nothing could stop her from going

where she wanted to go.

She will come back?

Of course she will.

Absolute piffle.

Miss Urbanova will have her suite.

Of course, technically,

and I'm sure you realize
this, the room is not,

in fact, Comrade Urbanova's.

It was booked in her name.

Well, the booking had to be changed.

We have many other
suites which I'm sure...

Well, I suggest that you move the guest

that you have in Suite 317

into one of those other rooms.

Everyone loves Anna Urbanova,

especially our Comrades
in the politburo.

I might suggest they love
Mila Federova a little more.

Certainly true of
General Secretary Stalin.

He's just made her
Honorable First Actress

of the Russian Federation.

Vasily, will you speak to this... man?

The second floor suites
really are lovely.

What's happened to my room?

Room 317 has been reallocated.

See the luggage to my room.

I must congratulate
Stalin's new darling.

Mila!

Thank you.

Come with me.

Floor two, please. Quick. Quickly.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, dear.

I noticed you arrived at
the hotel with Anna Urbanova.

I wonder if she's terribly
busy this afternoon?

Comrade Urbanova is always busy.

When was the last time you
gave this poor girl a hair wash?

I only have a simple
wash basin in my room.

Come with me, dear.

I've seen all of your films.

My mama used to take me
when I was a little girl.

How sweet.

Honestly, I've been worrying myself sick

about what you'd say.

I just hope I live up
to your expectations.

So often, our heroes can be

a dreadful disappointment in the flesh.

But that's not what you meant.

You took my part.

It was offered to me.

I didn't know you'd
been promised anything.

Good for you.

You could play Mathilde.

The-the mother? Your mother?

You'd be amazing in it,

and it would be such an
honor to work with you.

How old are you?

Oh, God.

How old do you think I am?

No. Don't, don't... don't answer that.

Good luck, dear.

I'd be lying if I didn't say that

I've rather enjoyed having the company.

Has there been any word from Nina?

Mm. Nothing.

I thought perhaps one of
your friends in the party

might be able to help.

- Friends are fickle.
- Hmm.

Sofia asked who would look after her

if her mama didn't come back.

What did you say?

Well, there's nothing I could say.

How do you begin to talk to
a child about such a thing?

Well, you might have to.

No, Nina will come back.
You don't know her like I do.

And if she doesn't?

Well, I doubt she would want Sofia

staying with me forever.

Why not?

Well, it's not right, a small girl,

living in an attic with somebody

confined to living in a hotel.

She needs someone who can

take her to school, show her the world.

- Don't say it...
- At this juncture of her life,

what she really needs is a mother.

Well, apparently that's
all I'm good for now.

- What?
- I credited you

with more imagination than that,

but, clearly, I was completely wrong.

Why, I seem to have hit a nerve.

No. No, nothing so important.

Just that child Mila has stolen my role.

Oh.

I am sorry.

And that's not what I was asking of you.

But if Sofia is to stay
with me, well, any longer,

she'll need someone who
can take her outside.

What she needs is love.

Children wither on the vine without it.

I was supposed to look after my sister.

I failed her miserably.

You're still the best
that little girl's got.

Well, on my own, I'm not enough.

There we are.

Fresh and clean.

Write.

To me.

Every month.

Look after Mama for me.

Don't do anything stupid, hmm?

And don't forget who you
are or where you came from.

I never could.

Goodbye, Papa.

You're going to have to let me go.

It might be hard to believe,

but this piazza was once
the heart of Moscow society.

The finest Russian families dined here,

princes and princesses
rubbed shoulders with...

Sofia?

This was playing when Mama left.

Then we shall go back to our room.

Alexander Rostov?

Sofia's mother may walk
in the door any day now.

Or she might never be heard from again.

What will that mean?

The girl is supposed to live in
a hotel attic with a criminal?

It won't come to that,

and my criminal days are long behind me.

It's who you are.

You're asking a great
deal of me, Alexander.

You said yourself, it's...
it's no place for a child here.

- I did.
- And in this very room,

you said that you weren't able
to look after her indefinitely.

It's been more than a month.

- My opinion has changed.
- I'm afraid the decision

has already been made.

I took it upon myself to
contact the relevant authorities.

The girl will be picked up this evening.

I never asked you to do that.

To take her where?

To an institution where she'll be

looked after until her
mother returns for her.

An orphanage?

Stalin cares for all Russia's children.

Wouldn't you agree, Manager Halecki?

Um...

If you were the child's family,

it would, of course,
be a different matter,

but, um...

as it is,

I'm afraid I have no choice.

The girl must go.

Shall I put Dolly to bed?

Sofia, there's something
we have to discuss.

The people from the hotel...

... think you might be better
off staying somewhere else,

where there are lots of
children to play with.

Will you be there, too?

Well, the thing about this place is

only children are allowed to live there.

If it's a place for children,
then who is in charge?

Well there'll be some
grown-ups looking after you.

Maybe even ones who know
how to comb your hair.

But I want to be with you.

And you're good at hair now.

You'll get to play with all
these other children, and...

And then your mama will come

and take you to your papa.

You'll go on the long train.

It's hard for you to
understand, but I...

... I'm not the best
person to look after you.

I can't provide all
the things you'll need.

Clothes, an education.

You see...

this room is all I have,

and it's no place for a little girl.

I-I'm not...

It's not a good place.

And...

I'm not sure that I'm
a good person for you.

Don't you love me?

I do. Of course I love you.

Then why can't I stay?

I want to stay with you.

I know it's a lot to ask,

and I would never think
badly of you for saying no.

Two dry martinis.

Good evening.

Evening.

I spoke to Boris.

I told him that I wasn't
right for the part.

Now, why on earth

would you say a thing like
that? You're perfect for it.

I felt bad.

You felt? Oh, darling,

if you're gonna last
one day in this industry,

you leave your feelings at the door.

Thank you, Audrius.

Thank you.

To your success.

It's water.

Mila, this is Audrius.

- He's going to be your friend.
- Pleased to meet you.

You will need an Audrius

in every hotel bar you
go to with these men,

whose jokes you'll be forced to laugh at

for the next ten years of your life.

They will want to take more
than you would like to give.

You have to walk a tightrope.

Give them just enough encouragement

to believe they have
a shot, but not so much

they feel aggrieved
when they miss the mark.

Stay in control.

- How?
- Whenever I order a drink

with two fingers up
in the air like this,

no matter what I've ordered,

- Audrius here...
- Serves water.

That way, while they're
deep in their cups,

and struggling to keep their balance...

I can walk the tightrope.

Well, run along now.

They're waiting for you.

That was kind of you.

I'm softening in my old age.

You're not that old.

And there are other films,

and other directors.

No. No, I don't believe there are.

I've served my time,
I've made my money, and...

I'm done playing those parts.

I never realized what a
relief it would be to say that.

What will you do?

I've always loved the theater,

and Chekhov is a far better writer

than the Ministry for Propaganda.

It's been fun.

It has.

Thank you, Anna.

You've been good to me over the years,

and I will always be
grateful for your discretion.

No one will ever hear
of your business from me.

I'm forever in your debt.

It's a relief you say that,
because there is one favor

I need to ask of you.

Are you all right?

Surprisingly so.

There she is.

And I don't want any
fuss. Let's make it swift.

Come on, Sofia.

It's all right.

You can't have been much
older when I found you.

Not a day goes by when I'm
not eternally grateful for it.

Madam Stravinsky will
take care of her now.

Where are the child's things?

My niece will be staying here with me.

Your niece?

She isn't his niece.
He's just saying that.

Mr. Halecki?

You did say if she were family it
would be possible for her to stay.

Uncle Alexander, I'm tired.

I've other children I need to pick up.

Is the child coming with me or not?

You are the manager of this hotel.

I believe the decision is yours

as to who stays within its walls.

May I take her back to my room?

Of course.

My apologies, Comrade Stravinsky.

It appears you've been
invited here in error.

This is absurd.

Come on, Sofia.

People will find out
what happened here today.

You can do whatever you like.

I don't care.

All right, let's get you off to bed.

- Will you tuck me in?
- Of course.

There we are.

Uncle Alexander?

Hmm?

Will Mama come tomorrow?

I don't know.

Will she ever come?

I don't know.

But until she does,

you'll stay here with me.

And I'll look after you
for as long as it takes.

Even forever?

Even forever.

Now, get some sleep.

Good night.

The weeks went by without word.

Weeks turned into months.

But my mother never came back for me.

Years later, I tried to
discover what happened to her,

but there was no record.

Perhaps it was lost in
the chaos that followed.

She was my whole life.

And then she was suddenly gone.

I never found out exactly what happened.

She simply disappeared into

the vastness of the Russian East.

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