All language subtitles for The.Inheritance

No!

Does he keep staring
at us?

The driver?

Does he even speak
English you think?

Hey, Sergei, you
no like American?

Wow.

We're here.

Ah, keys.

Thank you.

Thanks for all
your help, Sergei!

The foreigners
have arrived.

So this is it.

Yeah.

44.

Worth a lot.

Let's get inside.

You know where
we're going?

Second floor.

It's the only furnished suite.

Wow.

All this, all ours.

You mean mine.

But I share.

Come on.

Hello!

Welcome!

Welcome to Kyiv.

I am Anjelica.

You must be Sasha.

Anjelica, of course.

Hi, nice to meet you.

This is my husband Peter.

Um, you gave us a
bit of a fright.

Sorry for that.

Hello, Peter.

Nice to meet you.

Sad to meet you
under the circumstances.

No problem.

We're here now.

Yes you are.

This is much more
than I expected.

It's been
asleep many years.

And now we wake it up.

Would you assist me?

Let's do it.

Yeah, might as well.

It will be better.

Huh, someone had
taste back in the day.

Arno.

Yes, much much better.

I bring some few
items to get you started.

Most important, refreshments.

Ah, well done.

Vodka.

The national pastime.

Anything you
need while in Kyiv.

Completely at your disposal,
me and idiot husband Sergei.

Thank you so much for
arranging everything here.

Uh, but tell me, I'm curious.

Why isn't this
building occupied?

Yeah,
it's right in the center of the city.

It's prime real estate.

Dinner
reservations, directions,

taxi, anything for
office, you call me.

Not all speak English here.

And uh,
where is everybody?

It was empty outside.

Enjoy your stay.

Sergei wouldn't even come up.

Beautiful place.

But it does not
like strangers.

And we are strangers.

I don't think so.

Yes, strangers.

But not for long.

This turned
out pretty well.

Mm.

If you forget why
we're here, I suppose.

Right.

Rest his soul.

Ah.

To Uri.

We say budmo.

Budmo.

"Many years
of life and death,

yet ghosts are forever."

Well, once we sell,

this house of ghosts becomes
somebody else's problem.

It's gotta be worth a few mil.

Slow down,
we just got here.

You're right.

It is yours.

And who knows what else we
might discover while

we're here.

Well, come discover
what the former Soviet Union

has to offer.

Hey!

Peter?

Yeah.

Nothing.

Sorry, I thought...

Did you come in a second ago?

No.

I'm in bed.

You exhausted me.

No!

Sorry, Grandpa.

Peter?

What time....

Morning, babe.

Morning.

Oh, coffee.

I didn't make coffee.

What is it?

Who was that man
you were talking to?

That's our Kyiv lawyer.

He came early.

I told him to go home.

How did these
groceries get here?

What is it?

You alright?

You sleep okay?

Never mind.

Wait....

No, what is it?

What was it?

I heard
noises last night.

What kind of noises?

Couldn't make them out.

Voices, then banging.

Banging, okay.

I followed the sounds,
tripped on your suitcase.

I ended up at the kids' room.

And then?

And then nothing.

The door was open
so I closed it.

And I came back to bed.

You know it is an old
house, Sasha.

I tell you,
I closed that door.

Okay, okay.

Well did you
open it this morning?

No, no.

So the door was open
this morning and what,

fucking ghosts put
groceries in the hallway?

It's just the jet lag
messing with you.

Look, why don't you let
me make you a nice ghostly and

terrifying breakfast, yeah?

Okay?

A copy of documents
signed last month in Chicago,

in English.

These were filed stateside by
my grandfather's attorney.

All known property and assets
have been catalogued here.

So we've filed
all the documents in the

U.S., which means
she just signs here and

we're good to go, yeah?

Of course.

Of course.

Mmm.

You sign here.

I can make out dollar
amounts, bank wire details,

but I don't know
what else it says.

Uh...

Mr. Volkov.

Roman.

All these pages
are in Russian?

There should be a
translated copy.

Don't worry, Mrs. Sasha.

I work on your behalf.

I handle and take
care of everything.

This is what needs to be
signed for you to claim

the assets.

And this to sell the assets.

Fine.

But I haven't decided if I'm
selling this building yet.

Uh.

It was assumed that you'd be
selling everything, Sasha.

Assumed?

Yes, it is assumed.

Is it?

What about just the estate
transfer documents?

From Yuri to me.

Roman.

I'm not signing my name
in documents presented

in Cyrillic.

Yeah,
how do we get these translated?

I need to see those
estate transfer documents.

And I will decide on
this building later.

Will you be interested
to know your other assets?

Give us some time to....

Why don't we just call
you a bit later and arrange a

proper time to look at the
rest of the items on the list,

yeah?

Okay, fine.

I go now and await you.

I think you spooked
him, Sash.

He is a real lawyer, right?

Yeah,
yeah he's a real lawyer.

I'm gonna leave you to it.

Are you going to be okay?

I mean, here?

Alone?

I think so.

Oooh.

You're funny.

You know, you
should be careful.

Somebody could be watching.

Could be, or should be?

I'm gonna go
take care of Roman.

Sasha!

Yes.

Hello?

Who is it?

Hey, babe, how are you?

Where are you, Peter?

When are you coming back?

Eh.

Eh, I'm gonna be
back soon, I hope.

Tell me what's going on.

Don't worry.

I'm gonna explain
everything when I get back.

Yeah,
and when will that be exactly?

I was waitlisted for
a flight back but no luck,

so um, I may end up having
to hire a car or take

a god damned bus.

A bus.

Just get back here, please.

I will.

Tell me what's been happening.

I hardly
know where to begin.

Sasha, what was that?

Sasha!

What happened, are you there?

A door just slammed.

I- I have to go.

What?

What door?

Sasha!

Don't hang up....

Sasha!

This room.

This table.

It's lovely photo.

Handsome, hm?

He was Soviet officer of,
how you say, high ranking.

This may sound strange,
but did other families

live here?

Your grandfather
was high ranking military man.

Servants would have
lived in the building.

Can you help
find out any names?

No.

It's not my place to
dig up such history.

But you may be able to find
information at

Central State Archives.

Can you look
at something for me?

Oh,
I see you inherited many things here.

Um, yeah.

Peter went to look at
them before they're sold.

This should match the
list I signed in Chicago.

Hm.

Hm.

You not allowed to
sell to anyone except one.

It says I have to
sell to a certain buyer?

Yes.

Who?

Someone very powerful.

Anjelica,
who is the buyer?

I have to go now.

Really, you should sign.

You don't know these people.

You have no idea.

Sign, then leave.

Seriously.

Gosh, wait a second.

What is it?

Well.

Hello.

Do you speak English?

I'm sorry,
I don't speak Ukrainian.

Um, I'm looking for names,
those who lived here.

Um.

Yeah, 44.

Da.

What?

Uh.

Come back tomorrow.

Okay, thank you.

Peter?

Peter!

Peter?

Peter?

Hello.

Hey, babe.

Hey, Peter.

I've been worried all day.

Where are you?

Hey, I tried calling.

It looks like my texts aren't
getting through either.

I thought you'd
be gone a few hours.

Hey, take it
easy, alright?

I'm on your side.

Okay, um.

Anjelica pointed me
to Central Archives.

What!?

What the fuck, Sasha?

Hey!

What?

You shouldn't
have done that!

Why?

What?

Wait!

I still don't speak Ukrainian.

Okay.

Okay?

I don't know
what this says.

I know this one.

Olga.

My grandmother.

Babushka.

Makarenko, Yuri.

Stevanuk, Irena.

Sokalova, Yana.

I'm hoping to
speak with Yana Sokalova.

My name is Sasha Anderson.

I am the granddaughter
of Yuri Makarenko.

He passed away last
month in America,

and I am here taking care
of the estate details.

I'm looking for someone
who may have worked at

44 when my
grandparents lived there.

I would very much appreciate
it if you would contact me.

I am in Kyiv until Saturday.

In fact, I'm staying
at 44.

And hopefully
you understand English.

Thank you, bye.

Olga.

Peter, are you....

This is Yana Sokalova.

I was a care to your
44.

Thank you so much
for calling me back.

Is Yuri really dead?

Yes.

He passed away last month.

You are in
44, though.

It was passed to you.

I am, it has.

I'm the last of
the Makarenko line.

I'm very
sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

But I'm not sad to
hear that Yuri's really gone.

Why would you say that?

I'm sorry,
I shouldn't have.

Is your babushka
Olga still with us?

She passed away long ago.

Long before Yuri.

I wondered
what happened to her.

Such a kind and
beautiful woman.

And Yuri?

What was he like?

I try not to sound
rude, but he was unpleasant.

To my grandmother?

Treated her
like a servant.

He demanded obedience.

And Olga was perhaps too
timid for his liking.

Timid is not
how I remember her.

Well,
it was a long time ago.

When did she pass?

Um, about 12 years ago.

Sorry to hear that.

Very sad.

Thank you.

It is.

I wasn't as close to them
as I would have liked.

Is there anything
else you can remember?

Well...

Please, speak freely.

There is one thing I'll
never forget: an argument.

A terrible argument.

Days before they left.

An argument?

Over what?

I shouldn't even
be talking about this.

It's not my place
to tell tales.

There is no one
else to tell it to.

Your grandmother
was very upset.

She accused the maid of
having relations with Yuri.

You mean an affair?

Yes, and your grandmother
said she would destroy her

if it were to continue.

Destroy her?

That's quite a threat.

No one knew I overheard.

Was Yuri having
an affair with her?

I can't be certain.

It was so long ago.

Olga was in such pain.

She believed it
in her heart.

What happened after that?

They moved away,
for me,

and threatened
me when I asked.

I was told to
maintain the house.

They paid me.

I asked no questions.

And what happened
to the maid and Irina?

Yes, Irina.

I never saw her again.

I assumed she was dismissed
and went home to her village.

Again, I ask no questions.

Was there anything
else that you noticed?

Sounds?

You're asking if I think
44 is haunted?

Yeah, I guess I am.

There were noises,
but a darkness lingered

even in daytime.

And change can disturb things.

Do you really want to do that?

I honestly don't know.

Well, you will soon.

Destroy irreplaceable
antique wardrobe,

magically open secret door.

Now up you go...

And you're in.

Grandpa.

Why'd you wall them off?

Mrs.
Anderson, I have papers translated,

ready to sign.

See anyone you know?

I don't think so.

How did you get this?

By accident, I think?

Really?

This building has been cleaned
many times over the years.

By who?

By cleaners.

Cleaners?

By an authority
far more powerful than me,

and you.

Just tell me what that
means, what it all means.

Sure.

You're gonna know soon enough.

What was that!?

It's all good, Mrs.
Sasha.

Do you have translated
papers for me, Roman?

Of course.

Husband and I were able to
identify and catalogue more

assets while in

So I hear.

And they are included in both
sets, in Russian and English?

Of course.

My grandfather
acquired a lot,

for someone who
left the U.S.S.R.

long ago.

Now they are
yours, and ready to sell.

Take your time.

I'm right here
when you are ready.

All of these are fine.

Yes.

Mmhmm.

Except this one.

44.

But Peter assured me
you would be signing.

Well, I've decided that
this one holds sentimental value.

But Peter assured
me you would be signing it.

Peter is not the
heir to this estate, I am.

And I haven't decided if
I'm selling the building.

Reconsider.

There is much at stake here.

More than you can imagine.

Who's there?

Who's is that?

Where have you been?

I think it's Irina's.

The maid.

They had a maid.

Oh, that thing stinks.

Where did you find that thing?

In the attic?

In the cellar.

There's a cellar?

I spoke with the
caretaker from when they

lived here.

And who might that be?

Yana Sokalova.

She told me she overheard an
argument between Irina

and my grandmother.

So?

She heard my
grandmother threaten to

destroy her.

Because she was having
an affair with...

With Yuri.

And now here's Irina's
dress with blood on it

which you found hidden
in the cellar.

Central Archives has
no record of her after working

here, dead or alive.

And Yana was later threatened,
told not to ask questions.

The same three men in here?

Now there are three men
watching out there.

Maybe the maid just
got scared and ran away.

No, that's unlikely.

You think
murder is more likely?

I think my grandmother
may have killed her.

It would explain why her
ghost wants me to look.

The ghost of Irina?

Really?

Maybe this, uh,
Yana killed her.

I needed you here.

She scratched her killer's
name on the floor upstairs.

The bloody dress, hair in the
furnace, they cremated her.

This is
crazy, you're crazy.

No, that explains why
they left here suddenly in 1966.

Yuri had that kind of power.

Look,
all this is in the past.

We can't do anything
to change it.

We're flying out
of here tomorrow.

Peter,
this changes everything.

No it doesn't,
and you're not changing anything,

that's the point of the
documents you signed,

or we lose.

Do you not understand that?

Look, whatever he did,
whatever they did,

it doesn't matter.

We can be set for life.

All you have to do is
sign the documents!

Has this...

Has this been your
plan the whole time?

Roman, come on in.

Now, the one signature
needed on the dotted line.

Why are you doing this?

We need this more
than you know, Sasha.

I'm trying to protect you.

I don't
need you for that!

Sasha!

Now,
that may be a problem.

No shit.

Don't tell
anyone we help you, please.

I won't.

Are you sure
this is the address?

She's lived
here since 1995,

according to Central Archives.

Will you come in with me?

I am not
stepping into that place.

Our job is to maintain
and to audit otherwise.

They pay, we ask no questions.

Okay?

Okay,
but you'll wait for me.

Yes.

And then Sergei and I look
forward driving you

to airport tomorrow.

You look as if
you've seen a ghost.

Hello, Yana,
it's nice to meet you.

Would you please come in?

I'm surprised
to see you here.

I am too.

This must sound crazy, but
you're the only one who really

knew anything about my family.

I was hoping for
some more answers.

I was trying to finalize
Yuri's estate, but well,

I uncovered things that...

secrets that weren't ever
supposed to see the

light of day.

One way another,
the truth will out.

You recognize these?

Yeah, I think this
was just before they left.

Who are these men?

They watch the house.

Different men over the years.

They told me that Yuri was
gone, and then threatened me.

I was at this
very dining room table,

looking at this one from
the same camera position.

I took that photo.

We almost
look like a family.

Your grandma, though,
prepared more meals and

cleaned more house
than any maid.

Shameful.

Was he always
bossing her around?

He bossed both women.

What will you do
with the building?

I haven't decided yet.

You should do
something good with it.

Too long it has stood empty.

Maybe.

Yana, I've taken
enough of your time.

Me?

No.

I'm an old women with
nothing but time.

Before you go, I want to show
you some pictures of my home.

I'd like to show
you some of my favorites.

This is me at the Embassy.

This is me in Moscow.

Red Square, wow.

What year is this?

Oh, 1970.

A lifetime ago.

You've led
an interesting life.

Who knows.

But I want to show
you one last picture.

I took it with me when it
was clear your grandparents

weren't coming back.

You should have it.

The maid?

Yana, this is Irina Stevanuk,
she's beautiful,

but why would....

Sasha!

This is your grandmother!

Olga Makarenko.

Yana.

Here are my
grandparents in 1966.

It's their first picture
taken in America.

No, this isn't right.

Why is she in this picture?

Uh, I don't understand.

You said you
couldn't locate Irina?

I couldn't.

They said she probably
returned to her village,

you said so yourself.

Well, there she is.

In Chicago.

No,
that's my grandmother in Chicago.

No, you aren't right.

This is your grandmother.

This can't be right.

Sasha, dear.

Yuri,
with Irina together, they....

Oh, Sasha.

I have to go.

Sasha, dear.

Sasha, what is happening?

Roman left the contract
if you changed your mind

and want to sign.

Ready for the
next 50 or 100 years?

If that's what you decide?

What I want
is to put this right.

Then sell it.

Bulldoze this place
into a high-rise.

There's so much
pain trapped here, Peter.

Sign the paper, Sasha.

Set it free.

You mean so you can be
free, from your debts.

Sign the fucking papers!

Listen to me.

My grandfather and his maid
murdered my grandmother.

I don't care.

But I do.

I care.

Your grandmother
died in Chicago.

They murdered my
grandmother, upstairs.

My whole life has been a lie.

My mother was
raised by murderers.

Olga was reaching out to me.

She was begging
me to help her,

to free her from this pain.

This can't be you.

You're gonna sign, Sasha.

Or what?

You're gonna kill me?

Sign...
the fucking papers.

You sign them.

Forge my signature.

You know,
Roman was telling me how easy it is

to make someone
disappear around here.

You're not going to
disappear, Peter.

I'm not taking about
me, Sasha.

I can fix this.

Argh!

Ugh.

I can fix this.

Argh!

Sasha!

Please stop.

Babushka.

I'm here with you now.

Are you okay?

I think so.

Are you ready to go?

Yes.

Peter?

Um, Peter's already gone.

Oh, well, good for you.

Yes.

Good for me.

Just this?

Yeah,
I've got my carry on.

Okay then.

We wait you down stairs.

Sasha!