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TV CHANNEL RUSSIA

KINOGRAD 21 PRODUCTION COMPANY

KARINA ANDOLENKO

PAVEL PRILUCHNY

ANASTASIA ZADOROZHNAYA VLADIMIR ZHEREBTSOV

ALEXANDR TUTIN YELENA STAROSTINA

SERGEY SHNYREV LUIZA MOSENDZ

KSENIYA BURAVSKAYA GALINA PETROVA

VALERIA KOZHEVNIKOVA PAVEL KHARLANCHUK

IN THE FILM BY KAREN OGANESYAN

RUSSIAN BEAUTY

WRITTEN BY GANNA SLUTSKY

CAMERA DIRECTORS ANDREY GURKIN NIKOLAY SMIRNOV

MUSIC BY ANNA KHITRIK

PRODUCTION DESIGNER IGOR KHRUTSKY

EDITORS OLGA PROSHKINA YURY DYDYCHKO

CASTING BY ALINA KHABIBULLINA

COSTUMES BY LYUDMILA GAINTSEVA ANNA PODGORNAYA-KACHANKO

MAKEUP BY YELENA UGNACHEVA

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER YURY KOSTOV

PRODUCERS DANIIL GETMANSKY VALERY SMETSKOY

PRODUCERS YEKATERINA YEFANOVA ALEXANDR BURAVSKY

EPISODE 7

LONDON 1963

- Your Highness. - I prefer being called John Clayton.

I have a lot of titles, but I usually call myself like this.

Thank you. Mister Clayton, I know that we have little time left,

so I would like to start the interview right now.

Yes, of course.

- Can I use the microphone? - Why not?

Thank you.

Mister Clayton, you kindly agreed to give an interview. Why so?

I don’t hide the reason, Mr. Krutsky.

I'd like to lift the iron curtain dividing the West and the USSR.

Venya!

Lena, what shall we do?

Venya, please, we love you very much!

Venya, you are the best! Can you hear me?

The most talented! Best of the best!

Venya! We can’t do it without you!

Venya, go out, please!

We are to submit the collection tomorrow!

Venya, go out immediately!

Forgive me for calling your wonderful suit a clown’s outfit.

- Stop gobbling candies. - You’ll get fat!

Venya, this is not only your creation, this is the work of the whole team.

- What are you doing? - What’s happened?

Venya, go out.

Venya, go out for my sake.

Has it been so for long?

He locked up an hour ago and cut all costumes into pieces.

In other words, he destroyed the whole collection for tomorrow’s show.

We should all submit a notice of resignation. Bring me a pen.

You said yourself: only over your dead body. Here you are, please!

I take my words back and offer my deep apologies. Venya!

Can you hear me?

Where are the pencil dresses from Paris collection?

Short black ones?

Yes. Where are they?

At the warehouse.

I have an idea.

Follow me, all of you!

If you add jackets to these dresses, you’ll get business suits.

I love you.

You’ve really saved me!

Is there a shadow behind you?

And I am dying of boredom at this damned conference,

and here you come! I'm so glad to see you!

This is the effect of being abroad.

We don’t meet for years in Moscow. Here it’s like meeting your mother.

So what? Some Scotch?

No. I don’t...

- Come on. - No, I really don’t...

I promise I won’t tell your father.

Have some.

All right. Why not...

Excuse me...

It’s good here, in London. Do you agree?

Yep.

Would you like to live here?

Hmm, I’d rather not.

- Come on. - I'd like to come here but not live.

All I have is in Moscow: work, family, home, beloved wife.

- Birches... - Right, birches.

Sergey Lvovich brought up a good son. He knows what to say and whom to say.

- No. - Cheers, to you.

- No. - I love you very much, Felix.

I’ve known you since you were a small boy.

To you.

It’s not just on occasion that we met.

It must be a sign.

I can’t help showing that to you…

Have a look...

This is a German.

Erwin Klaus Muller.

He speaks Russian very well and, unfortunately, he’s very talkative.

So all these photos will soon be in the papers.

- I wish you knew who her main patron is. - Who’s he?

Kill me. I cannot tell you anything. You understand, I’m on duty.

And what did you want... well... She has so many trips abroad.

She's on the covers of magazines. Not for her beautiful eyes, right?

Or you, a son of KGB’s general, don’t know how models are solicited?

All of them spread their legs sooner or later.

No-no, I can’t, just can’t.

Sorry, Felix, you understand me.

Well-well, tut-tut, come on, Felix.

Give it to me.

Come on.

Good afternoon, dear guests!

In olden days, clothes were to protect from cold, decorate,

emphasize the status… adorn...

Present-day clothes should be comfortable,

beautiful and have its purpose.

Katya has made a good collection.

- Get changed... - Venya, where are my shoes?

- What do you mean? - Cinderella, have you lost your shoe?

I’ve given her shoes to Zhanna.

I’ve prepared absolutely different shoes for Zhanna.

Calm down! Here are her shoes.

Slip into them and off you go to the stage.

Face and clothes, soul and thought.

Panova, congratulations, well done!

Congratulations, Katya.

What? Leg?

Dina, are these glasses your doing?

Do you want to be in my place?

Who do you think you are?

You’ll fail anyway.

Katya, calm down, hush!

Dina, what’s that? Are you mad?

Girls, are you going to kill each other or what?

Citizen Panova, you’ll have to come with us.

Your husband is accused of betrayal of Motherland.

Felix, you have to tell us about your movements.

Don’t get too far from the flat or we won’t be able to guarantee your security.

KGB is cruel and revengeful.

- Can you hear me? - Yes, I can.

Speak English, please.

Forgive me for that, Joe.

Listen, it was your choice. I am here just to help you.

- Hello! Are you alone at home? - Hello, I am alone, what’s happened?

We have a search warrant.

It’s a misunderstanding. I’ll call my husband.

Mister Krutsky, we have a lot of questions to you.

Our listeners expect to hear honest and truthful answers.

- Are you ready? - Yes, of course.

You break ties with the Motherland, what made you take this step?

I am guilty to my family.

They did not know anything about my intention to stay here.

I didn’t tell anything to anyone. I have nothing left in USSR any more.

You listen to a fragment of interview with Soviet journalist, Felix Krutsky,

given to the correspondent of Daily News radio station

after asking for political asylum in Great Britain.

Do you understand, Mister Krutsky, that your decision will lead

to further escalation of information opposition

between the Soviet Union and the West?

You may see it as you please, but I am just tired of everyday lies

that appeared on the pages of Soviet newspapers and magazines,

not without my help; I’m tired of hypocrisy...

So, what does he say?

He says that he has no more ties with his Motherland and he will not return here.

No more ties? How about his parents? How about us?

I feel pity for his parents – for his mother, for his father.

Even though he is quite a rascal, I feel pity for them anyway.

Stepa, hurry up to hide the manuscript until they came for it.

Come with me to see where I hide it, because I myself will forget about it.

Why are we keeping silence? Why are we doing nothing?

We know that Katya is not guilty.

Let’s write a collective letter, let’s do something.

Do you think she was unaware of her husband?

Of course she wasn’t, she knew nothing.

He’s a traitor. How does this concern Panova?

Even the best men are scoundrels.

She was spending her last money

to bring him the belts from abroad, and he has acted so…

I don’t understand how one can hide

such a decision from one’s wife sleeping together with her.

Girls, stop it.

I don’t recommend you to discuss this terrible event at all.

There was a call from above.

To stop any communication with Yekaterina Panova.

Did you know that Felix Krutsky was going to escape?

No.

What made Felix Krutsky betray his Motherland?

I don’t know.

Did you discuss the details of escape with Felix?

No.

Do you mean you didn’t know anything?

No.

Bitch! Don’t make an idiot out of me!

Do you think I'll believe a wife doesn't know about her husband’s intentions?

Why are you speaking to me in such a tone?

Shut up!

And how should I speak to the wife of the traitor of Motherland?

Listen to me! Listen!

To the wife of a scum who received an education in our great country?

Who wriggled into favor and received a good position?

He’s a bottom-feeder!

He lied to our Soviet readers who believed in him!

You knew it! You knew!

I did not know.

Where were you supposed to meet?

Bitch!

Nobody needs you there!

Do you think you can work anywhere there but brothel?

Here... You were dressed in our country and paid for this!

Slut.

I’ll call you again.

You’re the one I need.

You’ll write an article about the betrayal of Felix Krutsky.

Maybe Yury will do it? I think he will do it better.

And I don’t need a good article.

I need a mean, disgusting article, the way you can do it.

Mean and disgusting.

Our dearest Lyubov and Arseniy.

I must admit I am happy about creation of a new family unit

at our collective farm, and I believe that Arseniy

will serve his military duty in our glorious Soviet Army

and return to his native village.

Where his lawful wife and, knock on wood, his baby will be waiting for him.

Now a kiss!

One-a kiss-two-a kiss-three- a kiss-four-a kiss-five-a kiss

six-a kiss-seven-eight-nine-ten!

Lyuba! Why are you sitting? Come on, go dancing. Come on!

That’s it.

Rat!

He has betrayed us all.

Now I am a dime a dozen.

They’ve expelled me from the Party.

And what will happen to our Felix?

What will happen, you say... Nothing good.

Wait here.

Stop it. Enough. Go home.

You’ve got to me. Hello!

Am I late?

A little bit. I’ll be back in a minute.

Dear Katya. Where have you been? Everybody is tired of waiting for you.

- Well... I’ve been delayed. - What’s happened?

- Pardon? - Has anything happened?

Tell me, I can see everything.

Felix was accused of betrayal of Motherland.

He betrayed us all and I don’t know what had happened.

Well, I see.

And what about Felix’ parents? Have you seen them?

I had no time to. I promised Lyuba to be at the wedding.

What wedding? You have to be there now, with them.

- But I want to congratulate... - Don’t talk of congratulations now.

Let’s go, I’ll accompany you. Come...

What’s with your leg?

Just a fall.

My God... wedding...

Katya, are you leaving so soon?

-Wait by the car. I’ll catch up. - All right.

That’s for you. I wish you happiness and love.

Katya, are you all right?

I am sorry.

See you soon.

I have to go.

Thank you.

She needs quiet and rest. Get well.

Thank you.

- Good-bye. - Good-bye.

- Hello. - Hello and good-bye.

Sergey Lvovich, what’s happened? Why are the doctors here?

I knew they would kill him. I knew.

Kill whom?

Felix.

It’s an accident, according to the official version.

He was knocked over by a car, but I was born not today.

They’ve killed him. Bumped him off.

My boy.

- How could they? - Very easily.

You are a country maiden, and you have always been a fool.

Don’t you understand?

The son of a KGB general, a famous journalist...

They could not let him live.

It’s you who killed my son. It’s all because of you.

You are a nasty, mean, perverse slut.

Say no more.

- The suit. - What?

We cannot leave this suit from the show. We have to return it.

What suit? What are you going on about?

Shut up! We know everything about your visits to Shnyrev, too.

It was he who helped you to go to Paris,

and about your affair with the German too!

And about the abortion!

My boy could not bear this disgrace! Slut! I hate you!

Make yourself scarce! Don’t darken my door again!

Elina... Elina!

According to the schedule, there are four more of these.

The soil is totally frozen...

Poor Serezha.

He always loved his wife more than me.

- Has he long been in a wheelchair? - For a month.

He had a stroke. He doesn’t talk and doesn’t walk at all.

I had to hire people to take care of him. They made injections.

Well, I’m a bad daughter-in-law.

Look, don’t blame yourself.

He wouldn’t let you approach him anyway. Too proud.

And he blames you for all misfortunes. And how are you doing?

I’m fine.

But I seem to be erased from all lists, as if I had never existed.

As if all that had been a dream.

Well, Katya. Sorry, but I have to go.

Maybe you could help me with a job?

I know I won’t return to the catwalk, but I am ready to do anything anywhere.

I don’t know. I will think of it.

- Hello. - Hello.

Shall we sit in the car? It’s warmer there.

No, I can’t. We’d better have a walk.

It’s a deal. Before I forget.

Here’s the rest of the money for the car.

Thank you very much.

Thank you for selling it so cheaply.

I just needed the money.

And I am just from Elina’s funeral.

Sergey Lvovich is in a terrible state after the stroke.

There is no one around.

Even though everybody queued a while ago just to shake his hand.

Now Shnyrev has all the queues.

Yes, things change quickly in life.

Well, he has been working on it for a long time.

Now I can’t return to the catwalk. He always disliked me.

Don’t become limp. You can always address me if you need.

Many people remember you, and there are those who will pay a lot

for an evening with you in a theater or in a restaurant.

Who do you take me for?

First of all, these are very decent and worthy people.

Second, Katya, you have to do something about your personal life.

Valera, I can’t do it that way.

See for yourself.

Maybe you’d better return to the village then,

until all this situation with Felix settles down?

You know, I thought about it. I may as well come back.

- Shall I give you a lift? - No.

- So long then. - Bye.

By the way, Moskvich is straight fire!

Katya!

Hello, Irina Semenovna.

Come here and give me a hug.

You’re so beautiful.

- Have you seen her? - No.

Let’s go.

You’re holding your back so straight!

How are you?

Thank you, everything is fine.

Good girl.

Girls! See who has come to us.

- Hello. - What do you do?

- I do some sawing... - That’s nice.

- Try to sleep enough. - Well done. Diet?

- Yes. - Good girl.

Lena!

Look who has come to us.

Katya?

What brings you here?

Come here, my girl!

You can’t imagine what it’s been like over here!

Katya, these were all checks, questioning and searches.

We were told, without any hints, that you are a persona non grata

and we should stop any communication with you.

And you know, we wrote a letter and then tore it.

I even wanted to...

But how are you, my girl?

Girls! See who has come to us.

- Katya! Katya! - Hello everyone!

Hello.

Oh, I’ve seen you in photos.

But I would never recognize you if I met you in the street.

I mean you’ve become more beautiful.

Don’t be ridiculous, Katya, come in... Don’t listen to her.

Well, how have you been here without me?

All right.

I’m OK.

What about you?

Everything is fine. Thank you.

Will you have some pie? I’ve made it myself.

No, thank you. I won’t eat pies. I’m trying to keep my figure.

And what do you need your figure for?

The catwalk is closed for you once and for all.

Hello, Dina.

Hello, Katya. I see you’ve got the same old coat.

And I see you’ve got everything new, but you yourself havent’s changed.

Well. It was a pleasure to meet you all.

I hope we’ll see each other again one day.

Katya!

I need to tell you something.

A young man came and looked for you. I gave him your address. Is it OK?

Yes, of course. Thank you.

One more thing. Please forgive me.

Zhanna, I understand everything. You were forbidden to talk to me.

I mean I am very guilty towards you. It was all me.

What do you mean by “all me”?

All that mascara and glass... it was all my fault.

What for?

I don’t know. It seems like I was clouded.

I love Venya very much.

We had such a good relationship before you appeared.

And then he just abandoned me. You were the only one shining here.

Venya loves you very much. He has never forgotten about you.

Take care of each other.

Hello. I want to see Comrade Shnyrev.

- Do you have an appointment? - No.

It’s not a common practice with us.

Believe me, that’s very important.

He knows me, and he will receive me if you call.

- Your surname? - Yekaterina Panova.

Citizen Panova is here to see comrade Shnyrev.

I see.

You are not given an appointment.

Thank you. Sorry.

Hello. Thanks for coming.

I’ll just pop out to the kindergarten to take my son and back.

I had no time to make the injection.

Don’t worry, I’ll do everything. I am a nurse by profession.

You will see a note on the kitchen table what to give...

Well, I’m off.

If you don’t remove air from the syringe

and it gets into the vein, the person will die.

Air embolism blocks the pulmonary, coronary and cerebral arteries.

And it leads to death.

Do you want to live? Everybody wants to live.

But the best ones pass away earlier.

Felix also wanted to live.

And he was killed by the people like you.

Don’t worry, I won’t do you any harm.

I am a good daughter-in-law, aren’t I?