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THE GARDEN RING

I'm listening, Vera Mikhailovna.

Let me see my son, please.

It's impossible.

Why are you doing this to me?

You know what I've been through.

You know how much I've done.

It was me who found him.

I'm begging you, please.

I saw him for only ten minutes before you took him away.

I just want to talk to him.

Vera Mikhailovna.

Personally I feel sorry for you. But I repeat, it is impossible.

- Why? - Because he's not here.

Where is he?

He was transferred to the central remand prison,

also knows as Butyrka.

Butyrka?

- But he's a child. - Vera Mikhailovna, he's of legal age.

And he'll be held accountable to the fullest extent of the law.

Okay. Fine.

I just have to see him.

Vera Mikhailovna, you can't.

You can't just come to a prison and talk to your son.

You only chance to see him is face-to-face interrogation.

- You'd be a witness. - What do I do?

Wait for the trial, Vera Mikhailovna.

And hope for mercy.

You can send him a parcel.

Less than one and a half kilogram and only once in two weeks.

Vladimir Ivanovich.

May I talk to you for a second?

- I'm listening. - My son is found, he's in jail right now.

He's being accused of murdering Lida, but he didn't do it.

- Lida is dead? - Yes.

Rest in peace.

She was an idiot! A fool!

My son didn't do it.

How do you know?

You know, I'm not crazy, I understand that you're busy,

I'm not going to follow you.

I need a lawyer. He'll be put on trial.

You want me to pay for a lawyer?

Remember that suggestion that you made?

I was drunk.

If you want, if that's what you need, I can do it.

Do what?

You know full well what I mean. I'll sleep with you.

Here's my address and my phone.

For you to find me...

Baby, where are you?

Baby.

Baby, where did you go?

- I can't do it anymore. - What do you mean?

I mean I'm exhausted.

Just pull yourself together and go on.

That's what I did.

But I think it's never going to end.

And I don't know how to explain.

I feel like I'm dissolving.

I'm not myself anymore.

What are you going to do?

I called my mom in Orel.

I'll go there. To Orel.

No.

No.

You can't do that, you hear me?

You can't do that. You're pulling the rug out from under me.

You hear me, baby?

My boy, my baby boy.

You're my baby.

I need money for the ticket.

I'll take one to economy class.

I'll send the money back to you immediately after that.

No, no, no!

No! No!

Sit down.

Leave us.

Ilya.

I want to know the answer to one question.

It'd be nice if you answered honestly.

You see, our system,

our judicial system, it will exhaust you.

You'll have face-to-face interrogations, cross examinations.

You'll make a mistake eventually. Everyone does.

- I didn't kill Lida. - I couldn't care less about that.

Really?

- Isn't that why I'm here? - You know, Ilya.

Explain to me one thing.

Why did you do all that?

You know, I'm an outsider, but I know what your mother's been through.

I've seen a lot, but this story just doesn't make sense to me.

Didn't you feel sorry for her?

Didn't you know she'd be looking for you?

Frequent cop stations, dirty detention facilities.

Talk to trashy people, showing her dirty laundry around.

Do you think she deserves it?

In winter I was coming home from university and I heard screams at a construction site.

I ran over there and scared the guy who attacked her.

I thought he attacked her, at least.

I insisted on going to the police.

She refused to file a report and I offered to drive her home.

She said no and I left.

I swear, I didn't even think about it.

Then she found me a week after that.

She waited for me at the university.

She said she was wrong and she was just shocked.

She said she wanted to fix it.

She offered to have tea somewhere.

And then you started dating.

Yes.

She said she divorced her husband.

She lied that he abused her.

- She lied? - Yes.

She wanted him to do that.

She needed him to do it to her.

- So he did it for her? - Yes.

And you too?

At first she faked liking

normal sex.

How did you know she was faking it?

She offered to try something like...

- Something rough? - Yes.

We tried it, but I didn't like it. It was horrible.

Then what happened?

In spring she asked me to come and take her things back from her husband.

When we were there, she dragged me to their bedroom.

She raped me, she abused me.

She grabbed me and didn't let me go.

I hit her and said things were over between us.

She followed me to the station.

I tried to ignore her.

Then she cracked her head.

At the station.

- I take it you didn't break up? - No.

I was afraid that she'd...

That she'd harm herself.

Asshole! Idiot! Bastard!

Why the hell do I, a grown man, have to be part of this circus?

A corpse on my dacha! Endless calls from cops!

Now this little idiot is caught and I have to go to interrogations!

And sign damn papers!

Why aren't you saying anything?

- What can I say? You got yourself into it. - I got myself into it? Who wouldn't?

Your god damn nephew offered me a perfect scheme. Who wouldn't agree to it?

- You knew it was illegal. - Illegal?

It's business, everything is legal here.

How can anyone blame me, I just took something that no one needed!

It's not my fault that you're all stuck in this dirt!

And it's not my problem!

My back hurts.

Your director opened the door for me.

I brought your things.

Thanks.

I went to the store.

I bought groceries.

To send a parcel to Ilya.

Vera.

Vera.

My little baby daughter. I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry. It's my fault.

We're all to blame.

Why didn't we

believe you, oh God, we didn't want

to see things as they were.

We thought you were crazy.

But you

were the only one

who was right.

From the beginning.

What do I do now?

What do I do?

We need a lawyer, but Andrey...

Calm down, don't think about it.

- How can I? - Vera.

My girl, you did everything you could.

And now you need to take a break.

Do you understand? To figure out what to do next.

If you don't stop thinking about it and stay here all the time,

you'll actually go crazy and you won't be able to help your son.

You need to unwind. To have a drink and a conversation.

- I don't have any money. - I do.

Go wash your face, put something nice on and we'll go to a restaurant.

Anya is worried too, your conflict really threw her off her tracks.

She's all lost now.

She's scary to look at.

Do you mind if she comes with us?

I need to use the bathroom.

She's your sister.

The closest person to you!

Alexeevich.

Hi. Have you found anything?

I found something on Bruskova's body.

Fibers. Real fur, the color is red.

They were found in the oral cavity and under her fingernails.

What do you think it is?

It could be anything. Maybe the body was in the trunk of a car.

Maybe she was rolled up in a carpet.

Or maybe she was gagged with a scarf.

It could be.

Any details, Petr Alexeevich?

Depends on you.

Order a material analysis, then I'll find out.

- I have no money for it. - I see. Anything else?

Nothing.

Fine, I'll see what I can do about the analysis.

You understand that it will give you circumstantial evidence at best, right?

If it will give me a lead, I'll dig it up.

So you say that you haven't met Ilya Smolin?

I haven't.

- And you confirm his statement? - Yes.

So at the construction site near Plehanov university

where an attack on Lida Bruskova was staged.

- You didn't see Sergey Baryshev there? - No, it was dark.

I didn't see his face. Besides, he ran away.

- And you didn't see Smolin? - No, I heard him coming and ran away.

I see.

Take this one away.

You punk, who do you think I am?

- I don't understand! - What?

Don't you know that I'm trying to help your sorry ass?

What are you hoping for? For your parents to get you out of here?

- I didn't do anything! - Tell me the truth!

- I am telling the truth! - Tell the truth!

- What do you want me to say? - Excuse me.

What did you want?

- They're asking if you need Baryshev. - I do!

As you understand, he lives his life to the fullest, in a sense.

He comes to Moscow in May, leaves in July.

He conducts his affairs and leaves to Africa.

- Are you even listening? - Of course.

Recently he came back from Morocco and told me that

there's an amazing tree growing there because of the climate.

It's called... I don't remember.

Anyway, they make wonderful furniture out of it. And it's really cheap.

With pearls and Moorish patterns.

Yes, mom?

I'm fine, mom.

Of course.

Yes, I understand.

Okay, bye.

Did something happen?

Mom asked me to come.

- Vera needs help. - And she's asking you?

- I have to go. - Why?

Stop.

Do you think that you're doing the right thing?

Are you insane? What's going on in your head?

Ilya is in prison!

- Do you understand that or not? - I do.

I don't know how you can help though.

- His my nephew! - He set you up.

He got you involved with some drug dealer to steal his father's financial documents.

Oh God. Vera is his mother, he doesn't know anything about life.

He won't survive in prison, do you understand?

Anya, everyone must be responsible for their own actions according to the law.

But your family pretends that there's no redemption.

You betray each other and then meet up and drink coffee as if nothing happened.

But it won't be like that anymore, Anya.

Everyone will pay. And you'll be the first.

- Me? - Yes. Your actions have consequences.

If you leave now, you'll pay for it.

Really? Because I didn't go to look at furniture from Morocco with you,

while my nephew is in prison?

Artem, wake up. What's going on in your head?

They're my family!

I'm your family.

So...

Okay, so. Here.

Can you make this sea food platter for everyone?

- Of course. - Great.

Okay. Girls, how about bruschettas?

I remember they had a wonderful one with prosciutto and mozzarella.

We'll take three bruschettas.

Tell me, is the egg yolk in tartare from a chicken egg or a quail egg?

I'll ask. Should I serve the dishes as they're ready?

Go ahead.

Girls, let's unwind. That's our task for today.

Come on, cheer up, don't sulk. Anya.

- Have you tried coral pilling? - Coral?

Yes. Carolina called me from the clinic. She said it's wonderful.

She told me to try it. They buy coral crumbs from Arabs.

- And they make a special solution. - And it removes the top layer?

Yes. Carolina said the result is amazing. Come on.

- Oh God, I'm taking all the prawns. - Wait.

Tartare consists of quail yolk, pepper and olive oil.

Great. How many do we need? Do you want some?

- No, thanks. - Then two.

You'll try some, right?

- Fine. - Listen, I'll tell you a story.

How I tried tartare for the first time. I just came to New York.

It wasn't that bad, but I wasn't rich.

My first apartment was at Sheepshead Bay.

Mostly Spanish people live there. So, my neighbour, a guy

we sometimes bumped into each other

when we were taking the trash out.

And one time he asked me out.

And I agreed. And he took me, listen,

to some dirty Latin suburbs.

There was an authentic restaurant.

Puerto Rican or something. The guy was from there or from Costa Rika.

Or something like that. So he ordered tartare for me.

It was perfect.

Made from beef from Argentina.

It was amazing.

Then we went back home, since we were neighbours.

And obviously, I offered him to come to my apartment.

I offered him to drink some wine.

- What's going on? - Vera, are you feeling unwell?

- Want some water? - No.

Where are you going? What's wrong?

Wait, why are you in such a hurry?

- Mom, I can't. I need to see Ilya. - Are you crazy? The detective told you.

- You can't see him! - I'll ask for face-to-face interrogation.

You're an idiot. You'll put him behind bars with your own hands.

I won't let you go there!

Do you want me to call a taxi or your man will pick you up?

- No. - What no?

He won't pick me up.

Because he's a sick psycho tyrant, will this explanation do?

Do whatever you want.

I'm sick of you.

I always believed that my shadow crawled inside me when there was no sun.

And it stays inside.

And I imagined that it was full of rats. That it was alive.

And love is like gas. You know, rats are exterminated by gas.

But they come back later. Because they're smart.

And turns out that no gas can kill rats.

It just affects their nervous system.

And love won't save you.

Because these rats that are inside, in the shadow.

They crap there, they chew love up.

Just like they did with our couch.

Mom tried to move it, but it fell apart.

Where were you when you heard screaming?

- Somewhere here. - Here?

Here.

You left the building, went towards the parking lot?

- Was it dark? - Yes.

Great.

- Where did the screams come from? - From there.

- From over there? - Yes.

Bring the second one in. Let's go.

Where was Lidia Bruskova when you came running?

She was here.

Where did Baryshev go?

That way.

Yes, he went that way. And he was wearing a jacket.

A black one.

I need to change the volume sensor.

Take them to the car.

Olya, right?

Start.

Ilya, do you hear screaming?

No.

Me neither. Weird, right?

Because Olya is screaming at the top of her lungs at the construction site now.

Can you ask my mom to come here?

Stop.

What will happen when your mom comes?

I'll tell you everything. The truth.

But first I want to tell her.

Did you get what you wanted?

Is this the life you were dreaming of?

He's unstable, mom.

He can do anything. I'm scared of him.

What makes you think so?

He hit me on the lips. He saw me smoking and he hit me.

He just doesn't want you to smoke.

- Who cares what he wants. - These are the rules.

The rules of life that girls like you follow when they are with guys like him.

You've been sleeping with Andrey for too long.

Sure, you kept him

because he felt guilt towards you and your sister.

But it's an exception.

You're nobody. Just like your sister.

The only thing you have is your flat and your car.

You won't get anything more expensive than that in your life.

Your professional peak now is if you get employed

as an accountant to a company with six employees in total.

With an office on the outskirts.

Because you need connections to get the same job as the one you had.

Why the hell are you saying all that?

What are you trying to say? That I'm nothing?

That I should tolerate his rudeness?

I'm just clarifying the situation for you.

What situation?

With him you don't have to work.

And have a relatively high social status.

But since he feeds you, buys you things and takes you out

He has the right to ask you to quit smoking and drinking.

Your choice.

If you want to be with him, then smile. If not, come back here.

And look for a job on the outskirts.

- Give me a cigarette. - Take it.

Thousands of women live like that.

Maybe even dozens of thousands.

They smoke secretly, get drunk when their husbands go to business trips.

They buy massage therapists to go on dates through the back door.

It's real life, darling. It's neither bad nor good.

- It's like that. - Where's Potap?

Give it to me.

He went to his mom in Orel.

Why?

Because it works both ways.

He didn't sign up for what he got recently.

What do I do?

Go to Artem.

Ask for forgiveness.

And brush your teeth.

Artem, hi. I'm so sorry. Please, I'll never do that again, I promise.

- Can I come in? - Okay.

Let me introduce you. This is Anna. This is Lena.

I'm Lena, nice to meet you.

Lena is my old acquaintance.

She works in a sex agency. Or whatever it's called.

- Well... escort services. - Escort services.

Are you feeling okay? You look pale.

No, I'm fine.

Are you uncomfortable with Lena? Should I ask her to leave?

No, everything's fine.

I want to confess.

- Ilya... - Are you recording it?

Don't.

You've asked me many times

why I did what I did.

And if I realized the consequences.

Well... I did.

All the time.

Things that happened at home where so blatantly obvious.

I couldn't understand how someone couldn't notice it all.

You see?

Father cheated with Anya. They did it when mom was out shopping.

To buy food for dinner. And in the evening

they'd eat food that mom cooked and praise her cooking skills.

Larisa would take money from my mom. For laundry services, for fridge repairs.

And then she'd take half of it.

And our favorite grandma would take money from my dad.

Because she knew about him and Anya.

But she kept quiet about it. She thought it was my mom's fault.

At first I thought mom would figure it out sooner or later.

About how other people treat her.

But it never happened.

Then I thought that maybe mom knew it all

but she was afraid she'd be left alone.

Then I realized that she was okay with all of it.

She likes living like that because she doesn't know how else to live.

So you decided to show her the other side of life.

Not the other one. There's only one.

The one that actually exists.

And I realized that the only thing that would make her wake up

is losing me.

Mom, I did it all because I love you very much.

Open the door.

Hello, Vladimir Ivanovich.

Hello. Why are you standing here? Come in, sit down.

Wait, what are you doing?

Don't you want me? Do you not like me anymore?

How old are you? You should be ashamed.

- Ashamed? - Actually yes.

It's okay when a drunk man makes advances towards a woman.

When a migrant worker catcalls you on the street do you sleep with him too?

This is beyond reason.

You came into my office, jumped at me.

You know that my son is in prison.

You're being immoral!

Your son is in prison and you...

If I don't find a lawyer, he'll go to prison.

It's a strange way to look for a lawyer.

You know, when I was looking for him, I realized one thing.

It's weird that I didn't realize it before.

Nobody owes anything to anybody.

And no one does anything without a reason. Ever.

I'm being fair and honest with you.

I don't offer you anything for free.

I'm ready to give you the only thing that I have left.

I do not owe you anything.

And I don't need your offer, as you call it.

Lida and I were married for less than a year.

When she got killed, I crossed myself, because I knew that it was coming.

And I don't care who did it, you know? Your son or not.

It's none of my business. Understand?

What the hell, leave my office immediately.

Petya.

Here you are, I was going to call you. Hi.

- Any news? - I have news.

I don't know if it'll help. We completed the analysis.

We found those red fibers in the database.

They're from a men's sweater.

Made in Bangladesh by a brand called "Tommy Hilfiger".

The sweater is red, with a V-neck cut.

They were sold in every brand store this winter.

- Is that all? - Yes.

If I find the sweater, can you connect it to the fibers?

I can, but what is the point?

It's circumstantial. Any lawyer will challenge it in court.

I'll find the sweater. And then we'll see.

Thanks.

There were fibers from a red "Tommy Hilfiger" sweater

found on the body of Lida Bruskova.

We found the same fibers on your jacket. Where you wearing it when you left?

I don't know what you're talking about. Really, I don't have any sweater.

Ilya, this sweater

is a piece of evidence. And when we find it...

I don't know who killed her. I swear! We broke up and that was it.

What if I confess to killing her?

Will you leave me alone?

- Do you want to confess? - What happens if I confess?

There will be a trial. Then you'll be sent to a prison colony.

- And you won't interrogate me anymore? - No.

Give me a piece of paper, I'll write it down.

Just tell me what to write.

What, are you out of paper?

What do I write?

Hello.

What is your reason for interrupting our interrogation?

You didn't inform me that you'd be interrogating my client.

It's illegal.

What it that?

We don't need it.

Thank you.

Hi. You look nice. Remember me?

Did you want to ask me something?

Sasha, can you explain one thing. It's bothering me.

What is it?

Ilya claims that he had a romantic relationship with you.

And you were kind of into him. Is it true?

I guess so. You could say that.

But you accepted his relationship with Lida Bruskova?

All people are free.

To the extent where one can break up with one person

to start dating another person and still be amicable to each other?

As I understand, you and him continued being friends after he started seeing Lida.

Where is Ilya right now?

Ilya is in a pretrial detention center.

He's accused of murdering Lida Bruskova.

It's simpler than you think.

We've known each other since we were three and we never had any romantic feelings.

But for some reason, our parents thought that it couldn't be like that.

So we decided that it was better for all of us.

They didn't interfere with our lives.

They thought we were together and everything was good.

And we could date whoever we wanted.

What matters is that everything look normal, isn't that right?

I'll be released soon. I'm getting better.

Turn off this gibberish already!

Listen, it's impossible. Can't you see that we're talking?

- Hello. - Hello.

Come in, please. This is Igor Markovich, a lawyer.

- Good afternoon, sit down. - Would you like some tea or coffee?

So what do we need right now?

We need you all to have the same story.

The only thing they have are fibers from a sweater on the victim's body.

The same fibers were found on Ilya's jacket.

They want to make this sweater their direct evidence.

Our task is to prevent them from doing that.

God, Kogtev didn't tell me anything about it.

Obviously he didn't. This sweater is their only evidence.

He's afraid you'll find it before him.

What does this sweater give them?

How do they know that this sweater belongs to Ilya?

He was wearing it on the last day Lida was seen.

You described his clothes in the missing person's report.

Since it's his sweater, they'll claim that he was wearing it during the murder.

It's difficult to prove, but it'll make things harder for us anyway.

It'd be best if they never got this sweater.

He could have

changed it before he left. For example.

He has a lot of clothes.

Vera could be mistaken.

Larisa could have stolen that sweater.

That's exactly right! Let's all think about it and try to remember

if she ever stole clothes.

Did anything ever go missing?

No.

- She stole my lipstick. - How did it happen? Did you tell anyone?

No, the lipstick was in my bag and then it went missing.

- What brand? The cost? - Chanel. It costs two thousand.

Two thousand something.

Does anyone else know? Were you looking for it?

She just gave it back to me later.

Let's say that she gave it back

after you told your family about it and as you were going to call the police.

Listen, it's absurd.

No one will ever believe us. Everyone knows how we live.

- Or lived. - My dear.

We need to undermine her credibility.

It doesn't matter what happened and what didn't.

When did it start?

A week ago or so.

- Does it hurt in one place? - Yes. In the lower right part.

Sometimes it hurts a lot.

Did you treat it in any way?

No. Well, I used mixtures and ointments for muscle pain.

- Does it hurt here? - No.

- Here? - No.

Get up, get dressed.

Are we finished? What do I have?

I didn't see anything serious.

What do you mean?

My back pulsates like a migraine.

You should go to a different doctor.

Wait. You didn't even do anything.

You just touched my back and that's all?

I need to get an X-ray or something.

I really wouldn't recommend that.

I advise you to visit a gynecologist.

Gynecologist?

It's a no-smoking zone.

It will be decided by the executive board.

Yes.

I'll call you back later.

- Did you go to the doctor? - Yes.

- So what's wrong with your back? - I'm pregnant.

- Are you happy? - Yes.

- Really? - Really.

- I was afraid you wouldn't be. - When did it happen?

- Two weeks ago. - Isn't it early to establish anything?

- Well, it's an approximate estimate. - So it could be three weeks?

Theoretically it could be. Why?

Nothing, honey. We won't get a paternity test done now.

Pre-natal tests are dangerous and painful.

We'll get it done after you give birth.

It'll be smarter this way.