Original subtitles

SUBTITLES: O.SUSLINA, K.FREGER, S.GUSHCHINA, A.KNYAZEVA, E.FIRSOVA

TENSE MUSIC

-Romich, hi! So, five more minutes and you're a big, respected

man? -Well...

-Congratulations. Just don't forget your friends, Romich.

-The order will only be issued today. And it's not even certain they'll sign it.

-It's just a formality, you're practically the head of the department already.

We'll celebrate your promotion tonight, okay? Romich...

Romich, what's wrong?

-Let me through! Please, let me through! I can't breathe!

I can't breathe, let me out!

Open the door! -Easy, easy.

Security! -No need!

-Calm down, buddy. Shhh! Calm down, everyone.

EXPRESSIVE SONG IN ENGLISH

-Hey! -Hi!

-Look at the situation. First, he threw a fit in the elevator,

now he refuses to get up.

-How's it going?

Hey, hey, hey! What happened? Who scared you?

Okay, now, calm down. Watch the brush.

Look at the brush. See the brush? There it is. Come on, come on, come on!

I want to see your eyes. Look at the brush, come on.

There, good job. Now to the right... There. To the left...

Does anyone here want to kill you? Are there poisonous snakes here,

spiders, predators? Killer robots? Is the ceiling going to collapse and

crush you?

No. So, there's no danger here.

Nothing is threatening your life. Right? Good job. Give me your hand, get up.

Can you handle it from here?

Yeah. Run a lap around the center or go for a swim.

Physical activity helps cope with a panic attack.

Got it? Okay, go.

-You're good with him. You've got a great business. With this many schizos,

you'll have work until the end of your days. -What do you know about Dasha's son?

-I know she has one, his name is Kirill. He's around three years old, give or take...

I don't really understand kids. -Why didn't you write to me about him

in all these three years?

-Firstly, I thought you knew. Secondly, it's kind of... not really

my business. -Is Kirill my son?

-How would I know? Ask Dasha.

Yeah, you're getting hit hard, old-timer. You okay?

-Who's that? -Go catch up with him before he leaves.

He can really help you. Go on.

-Please hurry, or breakfast will start soon.

-I'll pick up Kiryusha later today, my group finishes at 6:30.

ends. -Please come before seven.

He's left alone every day, everyone else gets picked up earlier.

-I'll try. Kiryusha, will you be a good boy?

-Yes. -Okay, let's go, run along.

Let's make this quick, okay?

-Excuse me. I was told you could help me.

-I can, but only for money. -That's not a problem.

Do I need to tell you something about myself?

Okay, well... I'm 27 years old. My parents are already dead, I was a late child.

I have an older brother. He works in a car service in Balashikha.

I don't have a girlfriend. Well, I mean... I do, but not always. Basically, nothing permanent.

no. -Okay...

-I've had claustrophobia for many years. I'm afraid to get in an elevator or any small space.

small space. -I see. Do you ride the subway okay?

-Yes, okay. -Always with the windows open in the car?

-No, my AC works fine. I think.

-Do you shower with the door open? -No, of course not.

-Then here's what you'll do. Go home now and go to sleep.

-Uh-huh. -Don't answer any calls,

don't call anyone yourself, we'll meet around seven.

I'll text you the address.

-Well done! Demi plié! Make pleasant faces!

Grand plié, lower. Well done! Yulia, wake up!

Good. Turn!

Lena, good. Return! Yulia! Yulia, wake up! Rise!

Yulia, can you hear me? Yulia! -Huh?

-Did something happen to you?

Come on, tell me about it. Girls, let's continue. Listen to the music,

point your toes! -Our puppy is sick.

Kuzya, he's only six months old. -Uh-huh.

-He and Dad went to the vet, but they didn't take me.

I'm afraid he's going to... well, die. -Oh, come on! Animals get sick too.

You get sick sometimes, right?

Then you get better.

Okay, why don't you sit here for a bit and calm down. Okay?

Okay, then we'll call your dad.

And find out how Kuzya is. Okay?

Here. -You don't usually allow this.

-Sometimes it's okay, in exceptional cases. It helps a lot

with stress. -Thank you.

-Girls, well done!

Here.

Sit. Well done, girls!

-Well, that's better. -Artyom Alexandrovich,

a courier brought you a letter. -And what's it about?

-I don't know, it's sealed. -Then open it and read it.

If it's some kind of nonsense, throw it away immediately.

-Just a moment... Looks like it's not nonsense. 'Dear Artyom Alexandrovich!'

In connection with a complaint filed with the Russian Psychological

Society...' -Get to the point.

-'...it is necessary to determine whether your method corresponds

to the criteria used by the community of psychologists

and psychotherapists within our organization.'

That's dangerous, right?

-I see. -Could we lose our license?

-If the union considers my actions dangerous,

they'll send a report to the police, and they'll be required to investigate.

And the investigation will find some violation, it always does,

which will be treated as a violation of his parole.

-So you'll be... back in prison?

-We'll see. What do they want? -They want you to...

"Provide a list of patients, observation logs,

and audio recordings within three days."

-Send them the list of patients and a note saying I won't disclose patient files.

All the details can be discussed in person.

-I will. -Wait!

I have a task for you. First, find out a child's date of birth.

-Whose child? -I'll send you the mother's details.

Find out which kindergarten he attends, probably a local one, and snoop around there.

The boy's name is Kirill. -Okay.

-Next. You need to follow a girl. -Follow in what sense?

-Like a bloodhound. Can you sneak around? -I've never tried.

-Try it. You need to find out where she goes and who she meets.

She's most likely at classes at Moscow State University, Faculty of Sociology. The girl's name is

Ekaterina Streletskaya. -Is she a relative of yours?

-Sister. You'll find a photo online, social media is your friend.

-Alright.

PHONE RINGING

ARTEM: Yes? -And what was that all about yesterday?

-A therapy session. -Oh... is that what it's called now?

-Lera, you came to me for help, and I gave it to you

in the way I saw fit. -Don't you think that it

somewhat resembles prostitution? -Woah! Absolutely not.

-What's the difference then? -I'm more expensive.

That young guy left you his number.

-I don't care about his number. I'm not going to sleep with waiters.

-You weren't going to with me either. Lera, go on a date.

No strings attached. Appetite comes with eating.

You could use a regular partner right now.

-What if I don't have an appetite?

-Alright, Lera, if you insist, we'll continue the session. On a paid

basis, of course. But you need to understand: there will be no more contact

after that. -And how is that, I wonder?

-Don't worry, we won't go to the theater. And send me a photo of yourself.

-What kind of photo?

-Take a selfie and send it to me.

[WHISPERING] Pash! Pash!

-Rom, how are you? -I'm okay, I saw a psychologist.

He said I just need to get some sleep. What's up at work?

-Nothing good. You should get yourself together. We told the boss

that you felt sick because you overworked.

-And what did he say? -What do you think? You know him.

-Alright, that's it. Run along. If anything, you didn't see me.

-Okay. -See ya.

- Stay out of the boss's sight. - Yeah, yeah.

- Did you hack the registry office or something? Nothing is sacred anymore!

- No, why would I? The lists of kids admitted to kindergartens are freely

available on the district administration's website. - You're a genius! Get a haircut, and you'll be

priceless. - Thanks.

- What's the teacher's name? - Kononova, Natalya Viktorovna.

- Natalya Viktorovna? - Yes, hello.

And who are you? - Well, I was actually...

...thinking of enrolling my son in your kindergarten. We recently moved from St. Petersburg.

How does it work here? Do I need to bribe someone, or wait until the kid turns 18?

- Well, a bribe won't work. Our kindergarten is small, and the groups are overcrowded.

- What if as an exception?

- There are no exceptions either. Although, if your wife were to get a job

here, I don't think there would be any problems.

- It's just the two of us. Pavlik's mom left us a year ago.

For another man. - Oh... I'm sorry.

- It's okay. We're perfectly self-sufficient.

In principle, I'm ready to get a job at your kindergarten, if all the

teachers here are as pretty as you.

- And what would you do working here? - A plumber, for example.

- You don't look like a plumber at all. So sober and... handsome.

Okay, who's sticking their tongue out?!

Hey, no fighting! Who got the car first?

ALL TOGETHER: Me! - Oh! Here's a car for you, and a doll for you.

- I took it first. - Here, play with it.

- You're insulting the entire plumbing community with that.

The drunken, scary plumber is just a stereotype. What are you doing

tonight? - I... I don't know.

Why? - Let's go somewhere.

We'll sit, drink some wine. I'll tell you all about plumbing.

Then we'll go to some hotel and have a sex marathon.

- What? - A woman decides

whether she's ready to sleep with a man within the first

seven seconds of meeting him. You yourself made it clear that you're

interested in me. Obviously, you're looking for someone.

A husband, a lover, a partner. But without success. What's the problem?

Do you agree to have sex on the first date too often?

My advice to you: at least wait until the second one.

- Who are you? - Kirill Solovyov's father.

- Kiryusha doesn't have a father. - I'll surprise you, but children usually

have two parents. I intend to take the boy.

- I'm calling the police now. - Kiryusha!

- I'm calling the police now. - Kiryusha!

- Get off the kindergarten grounds.

Get off the kindergarten grounds. I'll call security.

- Let's go.

- It's too late now.

- Group, let's speed it up! Bring the chairs!

Actors, we're waiting for rehearsals, I'll call everyone!

- Young man, where are you going? - There.

- The set's over there. - How do I get through?

- We need extras. - When can you get them all here?

- Okay, three seconds.

Guys, clear the set, let's move it!

- Are you filming a movie here? - Uh-huh.

BUZZING OF A TATTOO GUN

- Hi.

- Hey!

What do you want?

- A tattoo.

- Did your mom let you? - What's it got to do with my mom?

I... came by myself, actually.

- Why are you scaring the customer?

What kind of tattoo do you want?

- A dragon or something, a brutal one. Across my whole back.

- No, I'd rather have a... lizard. On my neck.

- Katyusha, give him the catalog. Pick a lizard, have a seat over there.

- Thanks.

PHONE RINGS

- Yes. - Hello, it's Roma,

from the elevator. Can we meet earlier? I really need to.

- Why? - I might have big problems

at work, so I have to go there. But I can't.

I look at the elevator and I can't get in. - I told you to go home and go to bed.

Instead, you're hanging around a business center.

Don't you understand the first time? - I...

- Get out of there. We'll meet in the park, as we agreed.

- Maybe you should have a drink for courage? I've got cognac for the faint of heart.

- No, thanks.

- Well, let's do it.

INCREASING BUZZING OF THE TATTOO GUN

- Wait! Don't, I don't want to. I've changed my mind. I really don't want

a lizard, I want... I don't know what I want. Anyway, let me just

come back tomorrow, okay? Goodbye.

- What's 'ha-ha'? What's so 'ha-ha'?

- You see, work is everything to me. I've worked in four companies like this,

and I know this business inside and out.

- Maybe we should take a ride?

- Are you serious? - Why not? I loved these things

when I was a kid. - It doesn't work, the park is closed.

- We'll find out if it works or not. Let's go.

- Good day! - Hi!

- Give us a ride? My friend's paying. - Well, if he's paying, why not?

Get in. - Hi!

- Hi!

- It's beautiful here. - It'll be beautiful a little later.

- Are we stuck?

- Tell me where we are. - In a Ferris wheel car.

- Exactly. You willingly and calmly climbed into a space

smaller than you can imagine, and forgot about your fear,

until I reminded you. You don't open the car windows,

you ride the subway without a worry, you shower behind a closed door.

Stop lying to me about claustrophobia! Where were you locked up, and by whom?

Who locked you up, and where? I'm waiting! -No one, I guess.

Remember! Who locked you up? Where were you scared? Come on!

-Please, stop! I don't know! -Remember, I'm waiting! Come on, remember!

-Stop it! I don't know! Stop it! I don't remember! Please, stop!

RHYTHMIC KNOCKING, VOICES NOT HEARD

-Rom, don't just eat cucumbers. Have some potatoes.

My dears, I'm so happy! Our Romchik finished fifth grade with straight A's!

Your dad and I have prepared something for you.

-What's this? -Here.

-Here, son, take this from your mom and me. -Thank you.

-Keep it up! -I've been dreaming about it!

-Well, let's. Romka, to you. -Let's.

-Cheers. -Look, how cool!

What's wrong?

What's there? A-a-a!

Open up! -Congratulations, you moron!

Sit there, celebrate your A's. -Open up! I said, open up! Hey!

Please!

Mish?

He locked me up all the time.

-Did it happen every time your parents paid less attention to him?

-Nah. When I did something well.

When I won the city chess championship. Then - when I took second place at the history Olympiad.

He kept me in that shed for almost a day.

He lied to my parents. He threatened me, and I kept quiet.

-Didn't you try to break the door? -No. I was afraid of my brother.

-Tomorrow at two, I'll be waiting for you at the business center. Buy everything

you need for shashlik: meat, charcoal, grill, lighter fluid.

-Why? -Surprise.

-Hey, buddy! You spared a minute for a friend, even at night. What will you drink?

-Nothing. I won't be long. Go on, complain. -Well, look. There, in the red

pants. -Who is she?

-Assistant to the director of some company for developing some kind of thing.

She sits in our center. She was at the corporate party. What do you think?

-Quite. She's right for you. -Well, if you approve,

then I have to go for it. It's rare to find someone like that whose head

isn't filled with thoughts of money. -Well, 'like that' - yes, but the head

is questionable. -What do you mean? You said

she's a normal girl. -Dan, I said she's right for you,

but that doesn't mean she doesn't need money.

That's what you're hooking them with. -Did I understand correctly?

So, as a man, I'm nothing special, right?

-I'm talking about your method right now. -Well, tell me more about the method.

-The scheme is this: to get a girl, you immediately demonstrate your

financial solvency. Not movies, not museums, not your childhood photos,

but money. You understand? And then you're surprised that she expects

financial support from you. -Well, what should I do?

-It's okay. Socialize, enjoy yourself. I think, deep down, you like that

they depend on you. This is your ideal

relationship model. You can afford it for now, and then we'll fix it.

-Temych, you're my buddy, but I totally understand people who hate

you. -That's normal too.

-Should I go? -Get lost!

-Lera, we have an important event tomorrow. I'll send a taxi for you.

You need to bring any item belonging to your husband.

Anything: a jacket, pants, a coat... See you tomorrow!

-Yes, Mom, hi! Listen, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to offend you.

It's just that I really feel good here. Everything's fine here,

it's kind of a comfort zone. Just don't worry, okay?

-Will you come home, Motya? -No.

-I see. Does that psychologist of yours at least feed you?

-Yes, of course. He feeds me and pays me a salary. Everything's great, actually.

Call me if you need to go to the store or go somewhere.

My schedule is irregular, but I can get away if needed.

-You call me, okay? -Definitely.

-Okay, well, bye for now! -Bye!

IN HEADPHONES: Your life is my game...

DOOR OPENS

-What are we celebrating? -Well, I... almost got myself

a tattoo. A lizard on my neck. -So why didn't you?

-Well, it's such an unsterile place. The tattoo artist is a sadist. There he is,

with your sister.

-Would you like some? -Send me the address of that shop.

-Here you go. -I don't...

-All questions later.

-What's this idiocy? Do you think I should be scared now?

-After what happened between us, I think we can switch to 'Ñ‚Ñ‹' [informal 'you'].

-Okay. So what did you want? To scare me?

-You're already scared.

Friends! We've gathered here today for a very sorrowful occasion.

The loss of a loved one is a heavy burden. The problem is that we

feel obligated to suffer. Rituals somehow help to smooth things over.

Following generally accepted rules - funerals, wakes,

farewell ceremonies - all of this removes some of the responsibility from us.

Let's begin.

-His jacket. Throw it. -Where?

-Why? -To prove

that you can move on.

Your husband isn't here. He's in another world, which I don't particularly believe in.

Only we are here. And you need to decide right now, who you're with: us

or him.

Do you want to be with him? Okay, then we'll see you off on your final journey.

Enough time has passed to make a decision: whether you want to live

or not.

-Throw it or lie down yourself. -This is ridiculous.

I'm not going to and... I thought we'd just talk about him.

-Are we going to stand here and solemnly remember your husband? Why?

He doesn't need speeches anymore. They weren't really needed when he was alive either.

Throw out the jacket and move on.

Drop it, Lera!

-Go to hell!

You like watching people suffer, don't you? Does it give you some kind of pleasure?

You suffer just fine without me.

Right now, you think I'm the worst creature on earth,

but your husband annoyed you too. A lot.

I don't know what happened between you, but you feel guilty towards him.

You think you're indirectly responsible for his death.

Lera, it happens. You might have been at fault in some ways, and not in others.

That's normal. Nothing can be changed now - he's dead.

And until you get rid of his things, you won't be able to live normally.

DOOR OPENS

-Hi! -Hi!

-Don't worry, I'm just here for my stuff.

Is Kiryukha in the garden? -Yes, in the garden.

-Great.

-I've already packed some of your things. I was going to send them by taxi, but... it's good

that you came yourself.

-Listen, don't you feel a twinge? Don't you have this... feeling that something's

wrong? -I've been living with that feeling for the past few years.

This is yours too.

-Thank you.

What about Mom? She used to look after Kiryusha, she even liked it. We were kind of a family.

What am I supposed to tell her now? How do I explain that you turned out to be such a

bitch? -Well, try to find a way.

-Ah, I get it, I get it. This means it's good for both of us, right?

-Definitely for you. -Dasha, you're such a bitch.

-Please, just leave.

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Okay, I... Let's not end things like this, okay?

-Just leave.

Everyone makes mistakes. -Dash, I'll lose all respect for myself

if I agree to this deal!

-Okay, you've shown your principles. Now you'll be jailed, and I'll be

a prisoner's wife. -But you'll wait for me, right?

I know you'll wait, and we'll both prove that I'm right.

-You've decided what to do with your life.

Now let me decide what to do with mine.

-Hello. -Artyom Alexandrovich?

Professor Zavyalov. -I can't say I'm happy to hear from you.

-This isn't the most

pleasant mission for me either. Artyom Alexandrovich, I'm forced to inform you,

that the Ethics Committee of the Association of Psychotherapists has decided

on your re-certification. -When?

-Next Monday, at 11 a.m. at our institute.

Yes, and the committee strongly recommends that you refrain

from seeing clients until a decision is made.

-See you at the committee.

Did you buy everything? -Yes. It's all in the trunk.

- Let's go then. - Where are we going?

- To your country house.

Well, shall we have a session in the open air?

- Why here? - Well, why not?

- No one's been here in a while. - I don't come here. My brother comes sometimes.

with friends.

- Where's the firewood?

- There.

- Will you bring it?

Are you scared?

Well, let's go together.

Grab the axe.

- Is this some kind of joke? - What jokes, Roma?

It's all very serious.

- What are you doing? - Trying to free you.

- How? By locking me in the shed? Are you sick?

- You locked yourself in. - Please, open the door.

- I'm suffocating. Open the door! - Oh, come on, there's plenty of air in there.

Want to make a call? Come out and get the phone.

- How can I get out if you've locked me in? How do I get out of here?

I really can't breathe. Please, open the door!

Well, what should I do? - You definitely need to do something, Roma.

- You're a jerk and a psychopath! A psychopath! - You bet. Dangerous to society.

Did I tell you why I was put in jail? A patient of mine committed

suicide. It's considered my fault. So, one more, one less...

- Please, let me out. Let me out, please, I really won't tell anyone.

I won't say anything. - Aha, the bargaining has begun!

Soon you'll start threatening me, you weakling? You, Roma, are smart, but a fool. And a weakling.

- I'll show you how much of a weakling I am when I get out of here!

- Oh! Get out first. - I don't understand what you want from me.

What do you need from me?

- It's bad that you don't understand. Let's try a different approach.

- Hey! Hey!

You damn psychopath, where are you going?!

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Wait, what do you want?

- No need. - Need.

- Let me out!

- No need! - Need.

- You still won't be able to. - You won't be able to do anything,

but I can easily. - Open the door. Let's do this the easy way.

Well, what should I do?! What?! Let me out.

- Think, Roma, think.

- Well, let me out! There's no air at all here! Let me out!

Let me out, please. - Think, Roma.

- I don't know. Let me out! We're normal people!

You're a doctor, after all!

- Your choice, Roma.

Oh, Romochka, little one, hiding.

Hiding, little one. You're scared, aren't you?

It's scary, I know it's scary. And your brother knew it too.

He was right, Roma, you're a victim. You asked me what was wrong with you.

Well, this is what's wrong with you— this shed is what's wrong with you.

It's always with you. You're so used to being punished for every achievement

that you avoid achieving things.

You said you've changed your job four times. I bet

you ran away right before a promotion.

You weren't always afraid of elevators. You realize that as soon as you get

to the top, you'll get a promotion, a new life awaits you,

but for that, you might end up in the shed!

Roma, you're free! -I'll kill you, you psycho!

I'll kill you, you psycho! -Roma, Roma... I'm not your brother!

-You monster, I'll kill you! -You did great, you made it!

That's it, you did great! You made it, good job, Roma, good job.

-So you had a fire extinguisher, huh? -No, it's in your car.

I took it just in case.

Well, go back to work, get that long-awaited promotion.

Your shed no longer exists.

-I'm not going back there. I've always hated that job, and I still

hate it. I don't know what I'm going to do, but definitely not that.

-That's right. -Yeah, and I'm going to beat up my brother too.

For everything. -Well, you shouldn't do that.

-What, I need to learn forgiveness, right? -No, it's just that if he's a mechanic

at a car service, then he'll probably beat you up.

SAD SONG IN ENGLISH

-I can't. -You have to.

-You do it. Please.

-I know it's hard, but you have to do it yourself.

-You do it, come on. I can't.

-Lera, yourself. -I can't.

-I know it's hard. -I'm begging you!

-Come on! -I'm begging you!

It's all I have... -Throw it!

SCREAMING

INCOHERENTLY SPEAKING THROUGH TEARS

SAD MUSIC