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But Gayev didnt give me
permission to board the yacht.

Its my personal invitation
and my word carries weight.

What the hell are you doing here?

Whatever you are doing,
stop it right now.

- Damn...
- I havent done anything wrong,

and keeping me here is just cruel.

Your poems are published
in the same publishing house

as the Bolshevik proclamations.

Ferrari has been arrested. Whose side
is she on, Semyon? I need the truth.

- We need to get her out, now!
- Do you want all of us killed?

There we are - Bolshevik lady
and a terrorist.

Why did you hide it from me?
Arent we allies anymore?

What a sneaky bitch!

Gayev will seal off the whole town.
He wont let us go.

PRESENT

BASED ON A TRUE STORY

OLGA POGODINA

PAWEŁ DELĄG

KONSTANTIN KRYUKOV

NIKOLAY DOBRYNIN
ALEXANDER BUKHAROV

SERGEY GOROBCHENKO
DMITRY ISAEV

EVGENY KORYAKOVSKY
SERGEY TEZOV

VASILY SEDYKH
NIKITA SALOPIN

POLYA POLYAKOVA
ARTYOM MIKHALKOV

DIRECTED BY
KONSTANTIN MAKSIMOV

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY
ELENA IVANOVA

MUSIC BY
OLEG VOLYANDO

WRITTEN BY
PYOTR GLADILIN, KONSTANTIN MAKSIMOV

PRODUCTION DESIGNERS:
IGOR TRYSHKOV, EVGENIYA SHIRYAEVA

COSTUME DESIGNERS:
ALLA KIREEVA, TATYANA UBEIVOLK

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR: ROMAN SOKOLOV
STUNT COORDINATOR: DMITRY TARASENKO

COMPUTER GRAPHICS: FYODOR ZHUROV
ARTYOM ISAAKYAN

EDITED BY KARINA MAVRINA
SOUND BY DMITRY CHUPKOV

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER:
MIKHAIL MASLENNIKOV

PRODUCED BY OLGA POGODINA
ALEXEY PIMANOV, DENIS ANISIMOV

RED SPY. THE LAST POEM

EPISODE 7

Our attack at Kakhovka failed.

Almost all the tanks were damaged
or taken by the Reds.

In the breakthrough we lost
up to 200 dead.

There are many wounded.

- General Babiyev?
- Killed.

We lost 2 armoured trains,
“Officer” and “Dmitry Donskoy”,

150 freight cars, 50 platforms,
2 tankers, 4,000 shells.

The wounded must be brought to the ships.

- I order a retreat.
- Yes, sir.

This is the end.

Remember the name. You are Kalinovskaya.

Im accompanying you.

- Go, go. Dont look back.
- Thats her!

- Where?
- Going up the ramp.

Just hold on, keep going.

Thats totally her,
but she looks half-dead.

- Yes, thats our beauty.
- And the bloke must be...

- You think its the journo?
- I mean, who else can it be?

- Sneaking away.
- Listen...

You have good eyes, well check it now.
We need her alive.

Dont fail me if you dont want
to join her in prison

for sympathizing with traitors. Come on.

- How is the loading going?
- The steamships “Beshtau” and “Lazarev”

are waiting at the pier
as you instructed.

“Rion” and “Siam” are armed,
fully loaded.

"Kronstadt” and the British destroyers
have left with refugees,

they even towed “Zhivoy”.

The civilian ships left, “Gloria” left
last night, only the “Limnada” is here.

- That's all.
- Take all survivors the to “Kherson”,

civilians - to “Knyaz Aleksey”.
See to it.

- Right away.
- And one more thing.

The “Lucullus” wont leave until
all the wounded are on board. Clear?

I will tell Olga Mikhailovna
to get ready.

I guess youve never thought
that you would live to see this.

Such a great tragedy,
I still cant grasp it.

- Thank you for your service.
- Peter Nikolayevich...

I am with you until my very last breath.

Its a matter of honor,
of my entire life.

Forgive me if something was wrong.

Volodya, life knows best
what is right and what is wrong.

It doesnt need our help for it.

By the way, what's going on
with Gayev and Ferrari?

I have thought about it a lot
and came to the conclusion:

If she really wanted to kill me
she'd definitely have done it.

Damn... I always tried
not to leave a trace.

Now you may stop trying. The Whites
can trace you, the Reds can trace you,

so now you cant return to either.

Well... I wouldnt call them
terrible wounds.

Come on. I know youre not pretending.

Be careful! Youre not cleaning lentils!

You are too noisy.

Im sure you were taught
how to endure pain.

Though they rather taught you
how to inflict pain on others.

Look... oh... who's talking! Please...

The ship is leaving soon.

You need medicine.

Dont go! Dont do it. Not now.

- Please.
- Elle...

You wont make it to the Bosphorous.
You need carbolic acid.

Were going to live until a very old age.

All the more dont go.

I beg you. Please. Please.

Not now. Please, not now.

Lock yourself inside.

I won't be long.

- No sign of her.
- You go there.

Gypsy! Gypsy, come here!

You check the port, Ill stay here.

Check every cabin, every crack.
Dont miss her. Go ahead!

I will get you. I will get you.

To fortune who favours
only the desperate,

To chance who only comes once
and you have to be smart not to miss it.

- You are my genius!
- Thats just it.

Moreover, rich! Rich, the devil take me!

- Your passport, please.
- What a mess of things youre making!

- Passport control is mandatory for all.
- Please wait.

Mister Gayev, I really need to get past.
You are getting in my way.

I'll deal with it. Move! Out of the way!

My God... Who? Who?!

Hurry up! No time to sleep!

- What is in it to make it so heavy?
- Masters stuff, naturally.

What do they put in there
thats worth its weight in gold?

- Hurry, up, hurry up!
- On the foredeck, keep moving!

Initially it had to be
“General Kornilov”.

We had everything ready.

I changed my mind, that would be better.

- The loaded ships may leave.
- Yes, sir.

- Thank you for the cabin, James.
- You are welcome, Max.

Straight ahead.
I delivered your message.

The centre is pleased
with your work here.

But I am not.

Well, we came out of this alive,

thats all I can say.

I could do with a drink.

Here you go.

You know what I've been
missing all my life?

Life, as it is.

Life is a form of existence
for protein-based bodies,

as grandpa Engels used to say,
but choosing the way is up to you.

To hell with Engels and all his ideas!

There are things...

that will never happen to us again.
You see what Im saying?

When your life is gone
no one will bring it back to you,

no one will let you live again,
well stay with our false hopes,

theyll eat away at our souls
like rust eats sunken ships.

Take it, mate. Its a long way to Turkey.

Your Excellency,
We are ready to sail.

The soldiers and wounded are on board
to the last man. Loading is complete.

- Give the order to withdraw.
- Yes, sir.

Present arms!

Olga Mikhailovna and the children
are on board.

We are ready to leave.

Alexander Ivanovich remained here.
May he rest in peace.

He proved his loyalty.

So... Godspeed.

MOSCOW, RED ARMY PRISON

So, you pawned your life for mine?

Theyll put us against a wall together.

Comrade Menzhinsky,
what shall I do with this?

- Let it be. And make yourself useful.
- Sorry.

Comrade Menzhinsky,
Kovrov is here for you.

- Send him in.
- Yes.

- Hello.
- Good afternoon, Comrade Menzhinsky.

Come on, you are on another post now.
Get used to informal interaction.

Yes, Ignaty, youve been promoted.
From now on you will head up

intelligence work in the south.
Weve got no time to lose.

What will happen to Ferrari and Uritski,
and the arrested Popov?

Is that what this is about? Its good
that you detained her. Thank you.

Shes been taken to Moscow already,
let them deal with her.

We didnt detain her.

- I dont get you.
- We didnt detain her.

Stop, stop, stop.
You were on board the ship.

- You detained her and brought her back.
- She was detained on the pier.

- Whats the difference?
- She wasnt in her cabin.

She came back on her own.
And Ermler killed Gayev.

Thats how it was, I swear.

You could have been Chief of Intelligence
if you hadnt told me all this.

- Didnt you have problems with her?
- No, there were no problems.

Shes precisely what we need.

Thank you.

I appreciate it, Ignaty. I really do.

CONSTANTINOPLE

And there it is, foreign land!
Were here to make it our homeland.

- What a bedlam! How are we going...
- Look, its Ermler.

Hells bells, can I ever
get rid of this leech?

Check into the hotel for one day.
Dont hang around in the town.

- Why the hell do you care?
- So as not to be on the lookout forever.

- I'll take care of it and be back.
- Be careful.

Hotel “Mon Repos”.

Wrangel will bring the gold
to Constantinople.

It must be confiscated.
Lie low, it's essential.

Then it will turn into money
for our networks in Europe and America.

Plan the operation yourself.

- You trust me to plan it alone?
- Yes.

- Me alone?
- Yes, you are ready.

And you put a team together.

Ill take Kovrov. And Popov.

Good, youll have time to finish
a new book of poems.

You mean, the Ferrari legend
is still alive?

There are plenty of reasons
to get rid of it now.

Not at all. Its become
even more effective.

And what's more, well inform Gorky.

He is in Capri now, and his patronage

will give us access to the best
literary circles of Europe.

Oh my God... And what about Wrangel?

What about Wrangel?
He is an emigrant now.

Things changed,
hes in a tenuous position.

Theres no Gayev anymore.
We won. We won.

We won and now theyll have
to pay attention to us.

Theres only Ermler left.

He saved my life, I owe him.

- Yes, yes, yes.
- Hell never expose me.

How can you be so sure?

Hed rather kill me himself
than give me away

to the English or the Germans.

- He cares about me.
- Do you?

I cant lie to you.

He means more than my life to me.

Though not more than yours,
as it turns out.

- Do you realise that he is an enemy?
- I do.

Well, it shouldn't have happened,
but it does happen in life.

- You must understand that it may hurt.
- It hurts.

And youll have to learn
to use your feelings for him

as well as using him himself.

- Youll meet him in Constantinople.
- I cant see him anymore, dont you see?

People like you the change the course
of history. Its a great responsibility.

Why couldnt we take a bigger boat?
How long will we trudge to Batumi?

Bet you picked out a foal with the change
from buying this rust bucket.

Mind what you say!
Have you ever seen me stealing?

Just kidding. You are used to
watch fire and water round the clock,

but Ive got indigestion
from these landscapes.

- Two days of loafing.
- Why loafing?

Theres a heap of tackle at the stern,
you could sort it out.

Safonov, come on, get busy.
Take this book guy for backup.

Where are your manners, Kovrov?

I came to say that weve passed Anapa.

- You asked me to tell you.
- Call Yasha.

He cant come. He is still... busy.

- Something else?
- I wanted to apologize for...

For my... for my behavior.

You see, in our business...
we need to be careful.

And as for me, Im a very
suspicious man, life taught me that.

Now it turns, too suspicious. I am sorry.

Thank you, you saved my life.
Our lives.

And... thank you for being honest,
thank you for not pretending,

for being what you are, an honest man.

Its so simple and so rare. Thank you.

- I won't fail you.
- Thank you.

It was winter and I was yours,

Snowstorms cradled us in feather beds,

Heal my heart from bleeding sores...
And here I got stuck.

- Whats the rhyme?
- “Sores”.

Sores... Bleeding sores. Sores.

No, I cant. Youll think of something.

- I don't care.
- So, you are a genius poetess,

- And I do all the thinking?
- Yes.

So, no one in the world will ever
know who wrote these brilliant lines?

- I certainly hope so.
- That's crazy.

Time to convert to avant-gardists.

Yes, they will swallow any gibberish.

What? Why are you staring like that?

What do you mean, staring?

Im not staring, just looking.

Looking at the great poetess that Im
making, committing my life for it. Fool.

Our Crimean mission
can now be considered closed.

I very much hope so.

Ive never seen you like this.

Easy, easy, Max.
Come in!

Meet the assistant sent to us
from the Centre.

- This is Judy.
- Glad to meet you.

I have heard a lot about you.

For God's sake dont say who told you,
or these people will have a bad time.

I am ready for any turn of events.

- Well see, Judy...?
- Wolf.

- Wolf.
- Its all for the new case.

- Ill study it tomorrow.
- You must be tired.

Take a rest, Max.
We won't bother you any longer.

I need more time to win you.

You are wonderful. Thank you.

One way or the other,
Ill make you forget him.

So, here we switch to another boat.
We all know what we're doing.

Spread out all over town,
and see you in Constantinople.

- Beauty, isnt she?
- Yes.

Quite remarkable.
She is 6,000 gross tonnes.

Such things make you believe
that human capabilities are limitless.

- How do you manage it?
- We do, signora,

because we are good with our hands
unlike these men here.

You enter into the port
and shove your way through

like sardines in a barrel.

Here - they have wheel jammed, there -
they try to cut you off... Dilettantes.

- We hardly get time to repair the sides.
- Really?

- Does it happen often?
- Every day, signora. Every single day.

I am sorry, I'm on duty.

Like sardines in a barrel...

Good day, gentlemen.
I hope you were not seasick last night.

- No, thank you.
- Did you like it yesterday?

- I told you already...
- Thank you.

- Good day, gentlemen. Bon appétit.
- Listen...

Do you remember the wine
we were drinking last time?

- Something else?
- Thank you, my friend, but...

Could you please take it back.
It doesnt even look edible.

Excuse me, madam, Ill tell the chef,
but I can assure you...

Are you going to argue with me?
Do I have to beg you? I cant eat this.

As you wish.

Please excuse us, madam. What
did this villain do to distress you?

- This is outrageous.
- Let me introduce myself,

Frederico Papa, captain of this liner,
the worlds biggest and most luxurious.

- Elle Ferrari, poetess.
- Oh, we are fellow countrymen.

Our Lady Madonna saved us
on the way to Batumi,

I hope shell save this nice day too.

I will order the most exquisite dinner
for you or the chef will be fish food.

Its very kind of you, thank you.

Enjoy yourself, gentlemen,
we will meet later.

Training of Judy.

Is this my task? Not too complicated,

- for an expensive agent like me.
- Now we need to take a closer look.

In Russia the Bolsheviks are in power,
political weather is changeable.

- But negotiations have begun.
- What about Wrangels gold?

Hardly anyone would help the baron
in the present situation.

The Bolsheviks know
what he took with him.

What we have to do is to turn
this game to our favour.

And you want me to do it,
pardon, with Judy?

But its you who decide
what, how and with whom.

Same rules: you dont let
anyone understand that its us

- pulling the strings.
- What aren't you telling me?

We cant publicly recognize
that we are renouncing old Russia.

It will be disruptive to the world
order. The world must cool down.

Get used to defeat. As for you,
I would recommend

you use your connections wisely.

My intel says that
Ferrari will be here tomorrow.

- You are so cynical, Michael.
- Its our profession.

I went all around the ship.
Your cabin is empty.

The Captain gave me another cabin.
He is your admirer.

He likes your poems.

But I dont like your plan. We could buy
the Captain or think of something else.

Look, its not always a matter
of money. We need personal motivation.

While Kovrov is putting together a file
on him I will see who else we deal with.

What if I say that I dont want it?
That we shouldnt do it?

I'm giving the orders.

We were doing great,
lets not ruin it, please.

What's going on? Is he bothering you?

Oh my God, no. Its just...

I didnt have a chance to tell you.

Its my brother.

He is very, very sick.

He has schizophrenia.

And he is not able
to manage his emotions.

- And it is very, very painful.
- What can I do for you?

Unfortunately theres nothing to be done.

Santa Madonna...

CONSTANTINOPLE

- My friend Frederico did his best.
- Thank you very much.

The town is in turmoil, many newcomers
and many swindlers among them.

One should keep an eye out,
especially a respectable lady like you.

Hush, hush... We must go
to the clinic, they are waiting for us.

- Of course! Ill help you to unload it.
- I am so grateful to you!

You can't imagine how hard
it is for a lonely woman.

Frederico is a real gentleman.
Its all right, dear...

It took you long. Have you ever
heard me saying my address to a cabman?