All language subtitles for Northern Exposure s06e06 Zarya.eng

ED: Well, as a healer,
l'm hoping to use this film in a medicinal way.

See, you think
there's a connection

between the pain
you feel in your leg, and the story

your grandfather used
to tell you, right?

Uh-huh.

The only trouble is,
is you don't remember how the story ends.

l didn't always listen
when Grandpa told me stories,

but l've been dreaming
about them since the pain started.

Okay.
Have you ever seen any of John Cassavetes' movies?

KiIIing of a Chinese Bookie?

Right. Well, Marilyn,
you and John have a lot in common.

See, he didn't know
how his story was going to end either.

He just kind of found it
as he made the movie.

So, that's movies.

My leg is killing me.

Oh, l know,
but maybe it'll work the same.

We'll just start
with your grandfather's story

and we'll see
if it'll create itself.

As a cure? Sounds fishy.

Okay, l mean, look, Marilyn,
maybe Dr. Fleischman's right

and you should just
quit your night job at the theater.

l mean, well,
you are on your feet far too much,

working the concession stand.

But l need the money.

l want to buy
a laserdisc player.

Besides,
l don't think the problem with my leg is physical.

Okay, then just
work with me on this.

Film is probably
the thing l know best in the whole world, Marilyn.

So maybe it'll speak to me.

Okay, you ready?

All right. Now l just
want you to tell your grandfather's story.

Marilyn Whirlwind, interview,
camera roll one.

This happened a long time ago,

when my grandpa
was a young man.

There was this
Russian princess.

Her father, the Czar,
and the rest of her family

had been killed
a few years before during the Revolution.

You're not talking
about Anastasia?

Anastasia Romanov.
How'd you know?

A famous movie,
Yul Brynner, lngrid Bergman.

Anastasia was here,
in Cicely?

That's what Grandpa said.

lt was a big secret.

Oh, wow!

Sorry, go on.

Anastasia ran away
across Siberia.

She crossed the Bering Strait,
and was hiding in Alaska

with a few loyal soldiers
at the Russian colony of Golovin.

Most peopIe thought
she was dead.

The onIy peopIe
that knew Anastasia was here were the Inuits.

It's because of them,
the whoIe story happened.

What's that line
down the middle?

Negative scratch.

lt's on every reel, too.

l cleaned the gate
and everything.

Oh, that's too bad.

What about On DeadIy Ground?

Oh, auteur section,
''S'' for Seagal.

Boy, film.

So much richer than tape.

So much more vulnerable.

Yeah, it speaks to the nature
of the human condition, huh?

Well, hey,
thanks for this.

Sure, buddy.

CHRlS: See you later, Ed.

My grandfather's name
was Emery WhirIwind.

Among his peopIe,
he was known as tuhnuk,

which means ''back."

That's because
he was reaI strong

and couId carry a Iot
on his shouIders.

My grandpa worked
as a guide and a trapper.

PeopIe used to say

that no one knew
centraI AIaska Iike Emery WhirIwind.

That's why he was chosen
to escort Anastasia Romanov to CiceIy.

Oh, wow.

(SlGHlNG)

MARILYN: Grandpa said
Anastasia came with a few soIdiers,

her priest, some servants,
a pastry chef,

a man who was caIIed her
privy counciIor,

and the Iast of her
Iadies-in-waiting,

the Countess Marina
something or other.

The year was 1921.

Warren G. Harding
was President.

And Prohibition was
the Iaw of the Iand.

Our town had been founded
10 years before by CiceIy and RosIyn.

CiceIy died defending
the town and that's why it was named after her.

Like today, the onIy eating
estabIishment was The Brick.

OnIy then it was
caIIed The Bearded NaiI

and was managed
by SaIIy and Abe.

The richest man in town
was Mace Mowbray.

He used to be an outIaw.

Now he was
an infIuentiaI civic Ieader.

Mace was president
of the chamber of commerce

and Grand ExaIted Moose
of the IocaI chapter

of the Sons of the Tundra.

Kit was the town preacher.

He had ridden with Mace
in his train-robbing days,

but when CiceIy died,
he traded in his gun for a BibIe.

Hello, Parson.

lt's been three Sundays
since we've had a sermon.

You know, you're
handsomely paid to tend your flock.

Here l am, Mace,
week after week, ''Cast Satan out of here,''

''get the devil out of there."

How can we?

How can we,
or even should we, rid ourselves of the demonic?

What?

Human consciousness
couldn't exist without the demonic.

The destructive.

For every thought
that's created, one's destroyed.

l can't think about X
if l'm thinking about Y.

Uh-huh. Well,

you might want to
think about that $2,000 l shelled out

for your new parsonage.

l can't face
that congregation every Sunday

and preach against evil
when it's an absolute necessity of our existence.

And even more than that,
if we were created needing evil,

what does that say
about our Creator?

Would you look at that!

Emery has brought
some pretty fancy people into town.

Emery,
what the heck is going on?

Well, l'm not
supposed to say,

but see that woman
over there?

That is Anastasia Romanov.

Better known as
Empress of all Russia.

Princess of Livonia
and Courland,

sovereign of Novgorod
and Duchess of Ditsmarsen and Odenberg.

Golly.

But, of course, that was
before the Revolution.

Now everything
she owns could fit into 40 steamer trunks.

Excuse me.

Your Highness,
you must be thirsty after your long trip.

Maybe you'd like
to have a root beer

in there at The Bearded Nail.

l'd be honored
if you'd be my guest.

(SPEAKlNG lN RUSSlAN)

MARILYN:
You're probabIy wondering why Anastasia had come to CiceIy.

Grandpa said it was to try
to get back into Russia.

Secret taIks were
going to take pIace in town

between Anastasia
and the Ieader

of the Russian RevoIution,
V.I . Lenin.

Grandpa didn't care
about any of that.

AII he knew,
he had met a woman who was Iike the beautifuI,

mysterious maidens
in the stories passed down by his ancestors.

And Iike in those stories,
the maiden had captured the young warrior's heart.

Two years before,
Lenin wouId never have sat down

with any member
of the royaI famiIy.

But sociaIism
was a fIop in Russia.

Since a Iot of peopIe there
reaIIy Iiked the Iate Czar,

Lenin thought if he couId get
Anastasia's support, it wouId be a big heIp.

Lenin came to CiceIy
with the head of his secret poIice.

And his doctor,
who was treating him

for depression
and high bIood pressure.

Comrade,
please reconsider this.

Felix!

lndustrial output
is down 80% .

You want to keep shooting
factory managers,

that doesn't increase
productivity.

And what about Stalin?

My head is throbbing.
The man's a paranoid.

He says,
''What's this trip to Siberia?

''lf you're just going to
review troops, then why can't l come along?''

Three days.

lf we haven't got
what we want, we'll go back.

Comrade Doctor,
give me something for this headache.

Comrade Chairman,
you've had four powders today.

lf you were to lie down,
l could make you a compress.

No. Let's get this over with.

Your Highness,
allow me to present the Chairman

of the Council
of the People's Commissars

of the Union of Soviet
Socialist Republics, Vladimir llyich Lenin.

l didn't come here
to kiss your hand, miss.

Well, l guess we
should not expect manners from a murderer.

Murder?
l'll tell you about murder.

My grandfather
died of cholera because a landowner

like you wouldn't provide
potable water on his estate.

l am no landowner.
You thieves stole everything my family had.

Those who work the land
should at least...

Enough, enough!
Let's get down to business.

Her Highness has certain
demands regarding her official position.

But, first, she insists,
and this is not negotiable,

on the restoration
of the provisional government.

That's absurd.

Secondly,
she demands the return of private property.

They just want to provoke us.

All property
will remain in the hands of the state.

As for this girl's
official position,

we're adopting
the Swedish model.

She'll host charity teas,

christen ships and entertain
diplomats' wives.

And she should be
grateful for that.

MARILYN: MeanwhiIe,
Iife went on pretty much the same in town.

Excuse me, ladies.

Hey, Mace,
you want a real kick in the head?

Stella there was just
telling me that Goethe said

the demonic is the power
of nature. Huh?

What do you
think about that?

What the hell is this?

This is my fortune.

These are the plans
for the first off-road horseless buggy.

Off-road?

Yeah. l'm going to make
more money than that skinflint Henry Ford.

Do you know how?
What's the one thing Alaska doesn't have?

Snakes?
Roads.

lt doesn't have roads.
This baby will make all of the territory

of Alaska
one giant highway.

Not to mention,
the western part of the United States

and most of Canada.

l can envision the time, Kit,
when every hunter,

every prospector,

every Yupik harpoon jockey,
will be tearing up the tundra

with one of these things.

The air between
Anchorage and Prudhoe Bay

will be filled
with the sweet smell of the internal combustion engine.

This has form.
This has weight.

Cold, hard steel
is something,

something l can get
my arms around.

Damn right.
Of course!

Plato's RepubIic,
the parable of the dark cave. What's the sun?

The truth of science.
Science, the light that blows away illusions and shadows.

Let me in on this, Mace.
Let me help you out.

You?

l've traveled
the spiritual route.

There's no answers there.

Only questions and paradox.

But this, technology.

lt's something l can
get behind. Deus novus, you know what l mean?

No!

The new god.

What do you say?

Well, l do need
some help putting this prototype together.

But no philosophizing.

No talk about
the imminence of God

or the existence
of a free will or the nature of the Trinity.

Deal?

lt's a promise, Mace.

(KNOCKlNG ON DOOR)

You request the honor
of my presence at tea?

lf we're going to co-exist,
why shouldn't we start by breaking bread together?

Yuri?

l can take my own coat off,
brother, thank you.

l'm sorry there's so little,
but my present circumstances don't permit more.

Then again,
l hear circumstances in Moscow are much worse.

Propaganda.

Actually,
we've plenty to eat. l'm not even hungry.

Perhaps Yuri
would like to join us.

Comrade?

Well, he's welcome,
of course.

But l'm not sure
he'd be comfortable.

You're not going
to eat anything?

Well,

maybe just

a piece of sturgeon.

Maybe l'll have
a piece of black bread as well.

Maybe just a meat pie.

Maybe l'll just have
a bit of red caviar.

The talks aren't
going very well.

l don't know this for sure,
but l think Anastasia

would publicly endorse
the Soviet government

if she could consult
on the appointment of cabinet ministers.

Perhaps you could
suggest this to Lenin.

l see.

You think l'm some
kind of lapdog?

What, you just toss
some scraps at me and l'll do tricks for you?

The treaty is in
both our interests.

l should have
remembered Marx.

The ruling class will do
anything to hold onto its privileges.

On Nevsky Prospekt,
you can't buy a pair of socks to keep your feet warm.

You can't even buy
a needle and thread to darn the ones you have.

Good afternoon, Countess.

Doctor, l miss my home.

l want to go back.

(BELL RlNGlNG)

Good afternoon, Rhoda.

(COUGHlNG)
Hello.

l've got a little chest cold.
What have you got for it?

Well, let's see.

Tincture of opium's good.

Codeine.

Oh, and heroin syrup.

Why don't you try them all
and see what works best?

Much obliged.

Put them on my tab.

Mmm-hmm.

l'll take these
bunion shields.

All right.

Unfortunately,
for all the triumphs of our Revolution,

the quality of shoes
has declined.

l've been reading
about your Soviet Union.

And that's always
going to be a problem, quality.

You take away
the profit incentive and you get shoddy merchandise.

Under your system,
profit doesn't accrue to the worker,

whose labor produces
the merchandise,

but rather to the middle man
who peddles it.

Brokers,
like the owner of this shop,

are economic parasites.

l happen to be
the owner of this shop.

You mean your husband.

l mean me.

Why would you
presume otherwise?

Well, given the subservient
position of women

in capitalist society.

Subservient position,
poppycock.

You're very self-possessed,
aren't you?

Confident,

forthright,
and your posture is excellent.

These are the very qualities
l wish to instill in the new Soviet woman.

You utopian
social engineers are all alike.

Being determines
consciousness, that old saw.

You think you can create
the person by creating the environment.

Environment is
the determining factor in character.

Let me tell you
what Marx said...

Let me tell you
what Marx's mother said.

lf Karl, instead of writing
about capital,

had made some capital,

thing's would have
been much better.

Your bunion shields.

MARILYN: AIthough,
Lenin didn't admit it at the time,

he toId my grandfather Iater,

that the shopkeeper
made a big impression on him.

He never expected to meet
such a weII-adjusted person in bourgeois society.

So, if l understand,
it will be able to traverse

both rocky terrain
and marshland?

Don't get any ideas, lvan.

l've got patents pending
on this baby.

Tell me, do you think
it would be possible to build a vehicle like this,

the size of a trolley car?

What l'm thinking
is public transportation in the virgin territories

of Central Asia.

lf you Reds
got the greenbacks,

l can build it the size
of the battleship Potemkin.

Just two cylinders?

Not much horsepower
to pull all this weight.

What's your point?

Well, if you resurface
the cylinder head,

you'll get more compression,
increasing your power.

Kit? Come here,
l've got an idea.

MlKHAlL:
That's quite impressive.

What?

That there's more
in this spoiled, empty head

than the latest
Paris fashions?

My icon? The broken frame?

Saint Georgi of Perm.

Right.

lt soldered easy.
No charge.

Thank you.

Please, just...

l apologize, but where
did you learn mechanics?

Well, l've always
been interested.

When l was a little girl,
my friends would play dolls,

but l always wanted
to tear apart the threshing machine.

l don't understand.

How could someone
like you,

obviously you have such
a feel for science.

Can't you see
that socialism, Marxism,

is as scientific
as Mendeleev's periodic table?

Even this off-road buggy
these men are building.

Believe me,
it is an inevitable as tomorrow's sunrise.

Well, that might be
if we were cells or biochemical reactions.

But we're not.

Look, l admit
that the old system wasn't always fair.

lt was an obscenity.

But Marxism
is not the answer.

No system that denies
the soul can be.

MARILYN: Like Lenin,
MikhaiI found himseIf

beginning to question
some of his poIiticaI beIiefs.

Maybe it wasn't necessary
to wipe out the ruIing cIass

in order
to transform society.

Back in the church,
the taIks continued.

Even though Lenin
was becoming more open-minded,

he was stiII
a stubborn negotiator.

lf you want a bicameral
legislature, possibly,

but the Council
of People's Commissars must have veto power

over any assembly
not elected by local soviets.

That's final.

Your Highness,
l brought you something.

lt's not much.

A comb for your hair.

l carved it out
of whale bone.

Notice the engraving.

The forget-me-nots.

We call that scrimshaw.

(SlGHlNG)

Well, what about
the shortness of breath?

l'd like
to listen to your lungs, it's just...

Oh.

Why don't you let
your dress down in back?

Okay.

l'll give you a hand.
You see,

actually you must
forgive me.

My stethoscope was broken
on the trip here.

l'll just listen with my ear,
if you'll excuse me.

Yes. Breathe evenly.

Tell me,

have you ever suffered
from asthma, by any chance?

Yes, a few times as a child.

l believe you're having
a recurrence.

That's it?
Yes.

l had a cousin of mine
die of consumption a few months ago.

Well, as l said,
the temperature's normal,

there's no
infectious process.

l can give you
an adrenaline solution.

Don't use it
more than four times during the day.

And you're sure
it's only asthma?

Yes.

You don't have
consumption.

Thank you.

MARILYN: In keeping with
CiceIy and RosIyn's tradition,

Abe Iiked to bring
avant-garde music

into The Bearded NaiI.

(SLOW MUSlC PLAYlNG)

Those fellows
are from the best bordello in New Orleans.

They just finished
a three-month concert tour

of the Yukon
and the Northwest Territories.

Hit it, Sam.

What the hell is that?

l think it's called jazz.

Zowie!

Let's wag our tails.

Yes, ma'am.

Anastasia's downstairs,
Comrade Chairman.

Thank you.

lt's all right for the men
to eat down there,

but you and l can't be seen
in the cabaret with her.

No.

Strange music.

When a culture declines,
Comrade,

it invariably
produces decadent art.

l don't know,
l rather like it.

MARILYN: Anastasia couIdn't
take her eyes off Abe and SaIIy.

They were so happy
and so free.

Free to Iove,
free to do what they wanted.

Free in a way
she couId never be.

Abe and SaIIy
and their music affected everybody that night.

PeopIe reIaxed.

They put aside their cares.

And they put aside
their differences.

(PEOPLE EXCLAlMlNG)

My grandfather wanted
to ask Anastasia to dance.

But how couId he?

She was a princess,
he was just a guide.

You were right
about the asthma.

l feel much better.

Yes, good.

You never mentioned a fee.

l would like to pay you.
l have American dollars, English pounds.

Well, l'm paid
by the People's polyclinic, number six.

l'm well provided for.

But thank you.

What is all this?

This would be my lab.

l take it with me
wherever l go.

You have experienced
the tragedy of tuberculosis firsthand

and l am trying
to find a cure.

Not just me, obviously,

but the Soviet state
supports a massive research effort.

Really?
Yes.

We know that the disease
is caused by a bacillus,

which if you'd like
to look, you can.

You're welcome.

Just turn this until
it becomes clear.

l don't think
the slide is quite centered.

Just...

You see,

the difficultly
with tuberculosis is that...

Yes?

MARILYN:
Lenin was different now.

The town's
friendIy atmosphere

had made him more open
to compromise.

He wanted to
put an end to the gridIock.

lf you'll accede to
our nationalization of banks and heavy industry,

we'll allow the repatriation
of certain emigres

and the release
of political prisoners.

Release political prisoners?

Comrade Minister,
you must divorce your personal feelings

from political reality.

But Miss Romanov
gets only limited cabinet approval.

Minister of Health,
Minister of Culture.

The Council of
People's Commissars

will dictate all foreign
and domestic policies. No.

This napoleon is delicious.

Her Highness
must have approval of the Foreign Minister.

Oh, come now!
You know we can't possibly allow that.

What do you really want?

Minister of
Mining and Forestry.

Agreed. No, no, no...
Mining and Forestry?

Well, then, l believe
we've reached an agreement.

lf you gentlemen
will look over the terms,

we'll draw up a document.

Tomorrow we can
review the draft.

All right.

What shall we call it, then?

The Alaskan Accord?

No, no, no, no, no.

May l suggest

The Treaty of Cicely?

Good.

Excuse me,
just one moment, please.

l have to go.

Her Highness
likes to play whist in the afternoon.

Just about last night,

l must apologize.

My behavior was inexcusable.

l was just as much
to blame as you.

l wasn't myself.

Well, neither was l. Myself.

lt must have been
the talks, the tension, yes.

Yes, of course.

So much at stake.

No way to know the future.

lt won't happen again.

No, it won't.

(KNOCKlNG ON DOOR)

Just leave the salmon heads
on the porch.

(DOOR OPENS)

Your Highness.

Good evening. Emery?
lt is Emery?

l wanted to
thank you for the comb.

How does it look?

Good, really good.

What are you reading?

Das KapitaI.

Mr. Lenin gave it to me.

lt's rather hard to follow.

So l'm told.

lsinglass?

Seal gut.

l just finished sewing it.

lt's still a little damp.

You and l have
a lot in common, Emery.

We do?

You come from an old tribe.

l come from an old tribe.

You're of the earth,
you love the land.

l'm the same.
l hate these corsets.

l hate these silly shoes.

l like to ride,
l like to shoot.

Are you hungry,
Your Highness?

l have some squirrel stew
on over here.

l'd better get back
before l'm missed.

Would you meet me tomorrow?

Meet you?

ln the morning.
l want to go kiting.

This is my last chance, Emery,
to enjoy a bit of freedom.

Once this treaty is signed
l shall have to go back to St. Petersburg

and sit in endless rooms
listening to men talk.

Will you assist me?

MARILYN: And that's it.

That's aII I remember.

Maybe they went kite-fIying.

Maybe they didn't.
I don't know.

Is the camera stiII on?

(PROJECTOR RUNNlNG)

Are you ready, Emery?

They did go kite-flying.

Let it go.

Come on!

(ANASTASlA LAUGHlNG)

lsn't this wonderful?

My uncle brought this back
from China.

lt was a gift
from the dowager.

Your Highness, maybe...

Oh, please call me Anastasia.

Anastasia.

Maybe we ought to
be getting back.

l'm going to let
all the string out.

You know you're supposed
to approve the treaty,

and the meeting
is in half an hour.

Oh, just five more minutes.

Look.

(ENGlNE SPUTTERlNG)

Beautiful.

What?

(SHOUTlNG)
l said, ''Beautiful!''

Let's give her a go!

We will have to hurry.

All right.

l'll race you back!

l'm going to win!

Stay away from the bog.

That carburetor's
not water-tight.

And no side-hilling,
l don't want you rolling over.

Got you, Mace.

Good luck!

(WHOOPlNG)

Come on, Emery!

(WHOOPlNG)

Whoa! Hey!

(SCREAMlNG)
Anastasia!

Emery, l can't stop!

No!

l can't stop!

Emery! Oh, help!

Emery!

Emery.

Are you all right?

Oh, you're hurt.

Your leg.

(GROANlNG) Leave the bikes,
we've got to get back.

Now you know
who you're dealing with.

A privileged, spoiled girl
who's so self-absorbed

she can't keep
an appointment.

Something must have
happened to her. l'm very worried.

lt's going to be hard enough
to sell the treaty to the Central Committee.

And what about Stalin?
He's going to have a field day with this.

Vladimir llyich Lenin,

waiting like a beggar
for the Czar's little girl.

lf the Party turns on us,
Comrade,

we're gonna have
another civil war on our hands.

(PlANO MUSlC PLAYlNG)
Once we perfect that braking system,

we've got ourselves
a gold mine.

l think the problem's
more conceptual, Mace.

What do you mean?

Didn't you notice the birds?

They quit singing
when we cranked her up.

Squirrels lit out.

lt's like Nature herself
cringes at this thing.

The noise, the smoke.

lt's out of harmony
with the universe, Mace.

Oh, come on, you told me
you wouldn't talk like that anymore.

Okay, look at it
in practical terms.

You get enough of
these fossil fuel engines kicking up CO2,

which when you think
about it,

could bond with water up
in the atmosphere,

trapping solar radiation...
Stay with me, here.

lt's not inconceivable
you could actually raise the temperature of the planet.

Are you saying
you live in a greenhouse?

You are out of your mind!

Maybe so.

l'm heading back
to the spiritual world

where l ain't going to
mess up the scrub pine.

Give me a birch beer.

Too late. They're gone.

Revolutionaries,
always in a hurry.

We'll go to Paris.

Cousin Cyril is there,
other members of the family.

There's quite
a sizeable Russian community, Orthodox Church.

Yes, l think
that's the best place to reestablish the court.

The court?

Well, it's just a matter
of time before this Bolshevik government falls.

The Russian people
will want me to return.

Excuse me, l don't think
we should leave just yet.

What if Anastasia
is there right now?

What do you expect me to do?
Crawl back to that brat?

Forgive me,
but is it not worse to go back empty-handed?

The moment's passed, Mikhail.

llyich, we're ready.

You know, Tolstoy believed
it's historical events

that propel men
to greatness.

lt seems they also
doom us to failure.

Come.

l'm not going back.

Mikhail Borisovich!

Please understand it is not
that l have lost faith in the Revolution,

it is as a scientist,
l'm not sure anymore

that life can be reduced
to class struggle,

to dialectical materialism,
or any set of formulas.

Let's go!

Life is spontaneous
and it is unpredictable.

lt is magical.

l think that we have struggled
so hard with the tangible,

that we have
forgotten the intangible.

lntangible?

Have you suddenly
become religious?

l can only say,
l have become

more aware of my ignorance.

l'm afraid l can't afford
to be aware of mine.

Don't forget
your valerian drops.

Wait.

l just wanted to
say goodbye, Your Highness.

Yes.

Your leg, l'm so sorry.

lt's not bad.

You've been
most kind to me, sir.

lt's been a pleasure
to have known you, tuhnuk.

Goodbye.

Go!

ED: And that's the Iast
your grandfather ever saw of Anastasia.

Hit by a bicycle, huh?

Yeah.

Do you think my leg
will stop hurting now that l know the story?

Well, l don't know.

Usually in cases like this
there's a lesson to be learned.

ln the story,
social systems fail,

machines fail.

There's something people
keep forgetting.

(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)

Well, what will it be,
Marilyn?

Table or booth?

Booth.

Boy, you know,
it really hasn't changed all that much.

Hi, Ed.
Hi, Marilyn.

Hey, how's the leg?

Better.
l quit my night job.

JOEL: Oh?

Spiritual needs.

l'm sorry, come again?

l need time to think
about the old stories.

And l don't really need
a laserdisc player.

We've struggled
so hard with the tangible,

we've forgotten
about the intangible, hey, Dr. Fleischman?

Okay, Ed,
whatever you say, there.

See you, guys.

ln the story, you never said
what happened to the doctor.

Right, well, by the time
he got back to town,

Anastasia and her soldiers
were all gone.

Mikhail was all alone.

He didn't know
what he was going to do

or where he was
going to go.

ED: The Countess
and the doctor hadn't pIanned things

to work out this way.

I guess
we're aII a IittIe Iike John Cassavetes after aII.

We just don't know the end
untiI we get there.

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