S'parta (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript

PREVIOUSLY

Sparta is an absolutely new
virtual world

with limitless possibilities.

MARAT

For our game testing services
the developer updated all the hardware.

-Mom, I can't see anything.
-We'll figure out how to help you.

I need money. I'm... sick.

I'm losing my sight.

If anyone finds out what you've told me,

-I will destroy you.
-Why are you afraid of me?

Just don't want to lose this job.



If you all do as I tell you,

no one gets charged with anything.

Why does the agency become interested
in a regular school teacher?

-Do you remember the surname?
-Shorin.

There's nothing to worry about.
Everything's under control.

Call me if you need anything.
Have a nice day.

So, this is her "daddy."

This is Max Yurov's cell phone.
He left it by accident.

I think it may be connected in some way.

Anastasia Nikolayevna,
Don't text me! EVER!!!

YEAR 2020

Hi.

It's Kryukov.

I'm out.



I'm fine.

Can you get a gun?

Can you, or can't you?

How much?

I'll get the money.

Fine.

PRESENT DAY

-Do you even know your blood pressure?
-I do.

Why don't you stop telling me how I feel.

It's not helping with my work.

My...

seizures are becoming more frequent
at night.

And what did you expect?

Stroke results in
the death of brain cells,

which leads to dizziness, weakness,
sweating,

drops and rises in pressure, vomiting...

sometimes trouble breathing,
infrequent pulse, heaviness in the limbs.

What do I have to do to make it stop?

Let's see...

Stop working.

Slava, don't start again...

You know I can't.

I take all your meds, do the exercises
for improving fine motor skills,

I eat tons of tomatoes,
I do everything you told me to--

No, Igor,
you do everything to kill yourself.

That's obvious.

If you don't stop,

you'll be dead eventually.

I won't stop.

It's your call.

I'll add two more to your prescription.

These are to be injected
in the case of a seizure.

-Three entrances to go. Tired?
-No, I'm fine.

I'll add this to my patrol hours.
So, Maksim got into this school by luck?

Well, this is school is above his level,
but he was studying hard.

When his father died,
he spent night and day on the streets.

And one day he came home saying,
"Mom, Max Yurov is done fooling around."

"Time to study." And he went directly
to the education department.

By himself.

-Good for him.
-Yep.

He got some sort of grant to study there.

He became a man.

I'm proud of him.

-Does he have a girlfriend?
-I think he does. But I've not seen her.

And I don't want to ask too much.

-So how do you know he's seeing someone?
-I'm a mail carrier. I see many letters.

-And I know his handwriting.
-Really? So, he draws love hearts?

No signs.
I guess he wrote poems.

-Poems?
-Yep.

I heard him mumbling to himself
a couple of times. He's no Shakespeare,

but still beautiful.
Hard not to be drawn in.

-No recipient's name stated?
-No name.

Just address and the surname.

-Obviously you forgot the surname?
-No, I remember it well.

The surname is well known
to Pushkin readers,

at least to admirers of Eugene Onegin.

"She beats one swift small foot
against the other."

-Istomina?
-That's right.

My next delivery is here.

You know...

I feel uneasy.

You're asking about Maksim a lot.

Has anything happened?

-No, nothing's wrong.
-He's not answering my calls.

I completely forgot.
He lost his phone and I've picked it up.

Here you go.

-Thank you.
-My pleasure. Take care.

Have a nice day.

Marat, I need to talk to you in private.

-Lesya, can we talk later?
-What's wrong?

Feeling unwell?

A bit.

Poor thing!

Natasha, you should be ashamed.

Your boyfriend's got health issues
and you don't even support him.

-And you'd have told everyone?
-Yes. We should support each other.

-Go on then.
-That's what I intend to.

Marat, listen, I won a competition.

There's a slight delay with the money,
it's due in a month.

But the prize was 50,000 rubles.

So I'm giving the money to you.
But in a month.

Okay? But you need to borrow money
until I get the prize.

Why so silent?

Say "thank you" to the sponsor.

-Thank you, Mother Teresa.
-You're such a bitch!

Let's talk after class.

Don't lose your spirit.

-Thanks, Lesya.
-You're welcome.

See now?

-Let's tell everyone. They'll understand.
-Are you stupid or what?

You're on the blacklist now.
And Lesya as well.

It's a pity you don't understand
the current state of affairs in our class.

Max!

Can I read your poems?

What?

If you don't have them printed,
you can recite one aloud.

No, thank you.

-I need to go.
-You have a great mother.

-Was with her this morning. Hell of a job.
-What do you need from her?

Stay calm. Take a breath.

You were not at the gym
at the time of Istomina's death.

-No, I wasn't.
-Cut classes, overslept, or what?

Or were you so upset by the text message
that you decided to skip class?

What message?

"Don't text me!

Ever!"

That's none of your business.

Want to question me? Send a notice,
I will talk in the presence of a lawyer.

Goodbye.

OPPONENTS MENU

Who are all those people?

-Do you recognize anyone?
-Some.

Who's this one?

Don't know.

He was uploaded...

by Anna Milkova.

It's stated in the file description.

Keep going.

Proceed.

That one?

Don't know.

I swear, I don't know.

He's Marat Galimov's opponent.

Keep going.

-This is the girl that died, right?
-Yes. Alina Rusanova.

Who's opponent was she?

Ira Shorina uploaded her.

TWO MONTHS EARLIER

And who do you propose to study
instead of Shakespeare?

Someone more useful to us,
to our everyday life.

-To determine how to live and who to be.
-Is Shakespeare not appropriate for this?

-And who fits your description?
-Maltus, for instance.

-Great English philosopher.
-The one that considered wars

-and epidemics useful?
-Yes, he considered it

a good way to get rid of human garbage.

Or Nietzsche at least.
Thus Spoke Zarathustra.

I have a great English translation.
I can recommend it

-to all students.
-And you, Misha, support his ideas?

Please be seated.

Yuriy Vasilyevich? Anything wrong?

I received...

I received a call this morning.

I went to the hospital.

Is Alina sick? Anything serious?
Can we help with anything?

No... no...

I came to say that...

she won't be with us...

Well...

There was an accident and...

I came to say that...

She's gone...

She's gone...

forever.

Oh, God!

The lesson is over. Please remain here,
and I'll go to the staff room.

Please be quiet.

PRESENT DAY

We all shouted,

it got loud, the principal shouted,

"Call the ambulance!"

It turned out to be...

a serious heart attack.

And what about Ira?

What about her?

I know she's your girlfriend,
but try to be objective.

Why did Ira Shorina...

choose Alina Rusanova
as her opponent in Sparta.

Why does it matter?

Do you think an opponent
has to necessarily be an enemy?

Isn't it true?

Of course not.
Everyone chooses who he or she wants.

Why? That's the main question.

Ira... dreamed of making friends
with Alina. She considered her cool.

But Alina didn't like her back.

You mean she hated her?

You see, we don't disclose
our opponents to each other.

I've just learnt about Ira's opponent
from you.

-But you're no surprised.
-No.

So, who's your opponent?

I don't have any.

I am pretty much alone.

I took the initiative and...

Here.

Oh, you've challenged the teachers.

All except Bagramov.

Lyuda, what's it gonna be?

He spends every day at school.

Soon he'll find you here.

That's when the real problems will begin.

You need to come back.

I can't.

I'll leave town.

I haven't promised
not to leave the jurisdiction.

I'll go somewhere no one knows me.

-I'll start from scratch. Training kids.
-You've already tried.

You went to some place no one knew you
and trained kids.

-Lyuda.
-I am a principal,

and you're asking me
to cover up for you again...

Why?

Because I'm your stepbrother.

You're not my brother,

you're my nightmare.

I decided to teach kids,
so they won't become end up like you.

And the moment I truly believed
in my calling,

you show up in my life again.

Lyuda, I'll never forgive myself
for what I've done to you.

But I was a kid with no brains.
Your mother hated me, and Father...

Father didn't care, he had you.

-I envied, I was jealous--
-I forgave your actions long ago.

But you never stopped.

You stopped me.

You accepted me and gave me a job.

You're my angel.

This boy...

Gosha Dovzhenko. Will he keep silent?

I don't know.

Tell me everything you know.

You're not to blame after all.

You didn't...

kill her, right?

No, of course not.

All right.

I thought the same thing.

I'll go to Kryukov and tell him
how it all happened.

Good for you. I'm proud of you.

I need to go to school.
Find me after you've spoken to him.

I'll be waiting.

Hell of a job. You've earned my respect.
What do I owe you?

Nothing.

-We're kinda partners.
-No.

We can't be partners.

We're both on the case though.

But I'm the chief
and you're the assistant, agreed?

Of course.

Then maybe...

you can share the details of our common...

case.

I found her diary.

Some pages are torn out.

My assumption is...

they weren't torn out by Istomina.

And the one who did it
could have saved them.

Why tear them out then?

Who knows...

Murderers,

dear Watson,

are odd.

The pages could contain something
he's proud of, so he reads them.

Enjoys them.

Anyway, the pages haven't been found yet,

but they will be.

To show my gratitude...

for your fine work,

I am inviting you... to a dumpling bar.

Thanks.

Natasha, I can't see the text message
without my glasses. Please read it to me.

What's wrong? You can't see, or what?

"Insufficient funds to make calls."

-Tell me everything about your ailment.
-Enough. I'm done playing.

-Please. I need to know everything.
-To pretend better?

-To help you.
-Don't make promises you can't keep.

Why do you think so?

Because you don't have 20,000 euros.

Wounded Spartans keep fighting.

And they...

either die together...

or win... but only together.

-I don't get it. You have money.
-I do.

Can you give me some?

No.

It makes no sense.

Badly wounded Spartans...

were killed.

By the way,
he asked where you get your money.

And what did you tell him?

Nothing so far.

I see.

I'm not threatening...

I am asking for help.

I get it.

I can suggest something.

Ready to take the risk?

What, you think I'm a coward?

For now... yes.

DIRECTOR

Don't forget, Monday is a day off
for the 11th grade. They're on leave.

Hello.

Good day.

Lyudmila Mikhailovna,
I need to talk to your PT teacher.

-But he's absent again.
-He promised to come.

I'll call him now.

INCOMING CALL
LYUDA

Good afternoon.
Can I have your passport please?

Here you go.

Any luggage?

Yes.

He promised me he'd come.

It's gone too far.
It's time for you to leave school.

-What's gone? Where has it gone?
-Don't play the fool.

In your situation
you need to have a sensible view.

So, what's the problem?

The problem is that underage kids
without their parents' consent

participated in an illegal experiment,
got involved in an uncertified project,

which contains information
about unlawful actions.

Any Sparta related investigation
at the school

will bury this project forever.
Is that clear?

In other words,

you can be put in jail?

No, you'll be behind bars.
I'll be in a grave.

Do you know how much
was invested in the project?

-Million.
-Millions... of dollars.

Invested by the people, who are...

-quite archaic in their finances.
-Listen, I'm not going anywhere.

The class needs me now more than ever.

And it makes no sense.

No one is digging into Sparta.

Kryukov is only interested in the death
of our supervising teacher.

If no one is digging into it,
why did he visit me today?

And he was asking about Sparta...

and you.

Then that's an even bigger reason
to stay put,

not to provoke suspicion.

He may start digging.

And how can I leave now,

with exams ahead?

You're out of your mind.

-You owe me money.
-Don't push it.

You do.

If that's the point of life and death,
you shouldn't be greedy.

Moreover, I've been invited for dinner...

by our investigator...

to eat dumplings.

I wouldn't want to owe him anything.

What's your plan, Misha?

My task is to help him investigate
the suicide of Anastasia Istomina.

And divert his attention from Sparta
and you. So far so good?

Here you go.

Enough for the dumplings.

You can go.

We're playing the "Cleaning Level" today,
'cause you've obviously lost your touch.

-What if I don't want to?
-Then force yourself.

It's a group level.
It's everyone or no one.

-Anyone else?
-I'm fine with cleaning up the streets.

-It'll be fun.
-The decision is made.

Setting up highest complexity level.
Homeless, immigrants, disabled...

-Senior citizens as well?
-If they intrude.

I'm closing all gun stores.
Use whatever you can.

I'm starting the timer, so get going.

Marat, I'm sending you a private message.

-What is this?
-Vault code.

Don't write it down.

-Memorize and delete this message.
-Are you serious?

And you're not?

There's a key card to the office
in your mail box. Pick it up.

I don't have any incoming messages.

The physical mailbox of your apartment.

Don't sniff so close.

-I can't see.
-You needn't see anything on my computer.

I'm more interested

-in your décolletage.
-Get lost, Kryukov, sit over there.

Igor, it's kind of idiotic.

You don't think there could be
anything more between us, do you?

I do.

And you're right. It's idiocy.

But perhaps, the issue is...

I'm not your equal now.

Our previous relations caused us trouble.

I don't want it to happen again.

Lightning never strikes
the same place twice...

-Igor!
-What?

We received the answer to your
inquiry on Alina Rusanova.

Alina's corpse was found here
on the pavement edge.

It's a deserted place, and the corpse lay
there a long time.

The time of death is about 6:00 a.m.

What was she doing here at 6:00 a.m.?

Anya, thanks for bringing me here.
I didn't expect such concern...

You said the driver fled the murder scene,
the car wasn't identified, and the camera?

Igor, there's something else.

The driver was found, as well as the woman
who was in the car with him.

But the case didn't reach trial.

Why?

Because the main clue was the recording
from that camera.

But it was erased.

By mistake.

The driver and the woman who was with him
are now in the loony bin.

The car? The dent?

An old truck with a history of accidents,
no one would record the dents.

Bullshit!

They should be in jail!

-They killed a girl.
-Should be, but they aren't.

-Someone did not let it happen.
-Someone?

Who?

Who is this driver?
A minister's son or what?

Yes?

Lipatova's listening.

Yes, I totally understand.

-Yes.
-That's why you brought me here!

You were afraid to tell your office.
What's going on?

I have no clue myself.
But I'm sensing you shouldn't be digging.

Your sensitivity might be of great value,
but you're not a psychic.

-And if it's not an order--
-It is.

I'm done playing and I'm bored.

We'll figure something out.

I want something...

I want love...

-Let's go to bed.
-Not sex...

Love.

-What are you, 40?
-Screw you!

There's this one boy in the class
who's in love with a girl.

And she is seriously ill.

And so people wouldn't know she's ill,

the boy said it was him who was ill.

-He's gathering funds for her treatment.
-Such a nice fraud.

Gathering funds
with no proof of diagnosis.

Then he will turn to his girlfriend,
and she will say she was joking

and didn't expect anyone to believe it.

You're a cynical animal.

And a lustful one.

There he is.

Matvey Yuryevich...

Were you driving the truck
that killed a girl under the bridge?

They tortured me.

They threatened me...

then put my head under the wheel...

You know how painful that is?
My head almost cracked in two.

My head...

-simply blew up.
-Acute post-traumatic stress disorder.

Which lead to rapid development
of schizophrenia.

He might have had a predisposition to it.

The head blew up in two pieces.

And I need to hold it together now.

They tortured and threatened me
and my head blew up.

It blew up!

Matvey,

you're alive.

-And your head is intact. I can see that.
-That's all in vain, Igor Andreyevich.

Delirium has no logic.
That's why it is so tempting.

It's impossible to reason with
such a person.

He will twist your arguments
and use them to his benefit.

My head blew up!
Don't you understand?

It blew up into two pieces!
Can't you see that?

They have executed me!
They run it over!

They tortured me! They executed me!

They tortured me!

Maybe they really frightened him to death.
Who knows?

-Maybe they really threatened him.
-Do you really think he was tortured?

What about the other patient?
Same state?

Much more obvious. Let me show you her.

Hi.

The doctor says

you're silent all the time.

Though your tongue is fine.

Perhaps you don't understand Russian?

But I can use a translator.

No translator?

Are you afraid of the doctor?

No?

I see. You may only shake your head.

Do you remember the day
when your driver...

killed a girl under the bridge?

No?

Nothing at all?

Fine.

Do you remember how and why
you got to this hospital?

Has someone scared you?

Were you threatened?

Did someone try to torture you?
Execute you?

-They tried to execute you?
-Igor Andreyevich.

I understand your position,
but that's not the way to talk here.

Sorry. Please go on.

Sorry.

Thanks for your help.

I'll come back later.

How did it go?

Grievously.

Are you pigging out again?

Get off my back!

You'd better explain the reason
for all this secrecy.

Why did you ask me the address
of the hospital?

Couldn't you have asked your beloved?

I asked. But she nearly killed me.
Shouted at me.

Come on.

-Should I be afraid of her?
-You'd better shut up.

Like an oyster.

Like a very hungry oyster.

Why don't we have a bite tonight?

I can't. I'm seeing my agent.

Is she beautiful?

Well, it's difficult to tell.

A boy of 17.

Kryukov, you're a pervert.
They'll put you in jail.

-Captain Kryukov, Igor Andreyevich?
-So quickly?

You should come with us.

-Call Anka.
-Your boss has been informed.

This way please.

Can you guess why I invited you?

It didn't look like an invitation.

Anyway, I won't apologize.

Can you guess why you are here now?

Maybe you are trying to hinder
the investigation. Are you?

Come on, I wouldn't expose myself.

Let's talk frankly, Captain.
Man to man.

-Do you have children?
-None that I know of.

Didn't seem like I had lately either.

Then suddenly my daughter showed up.

And I don't want to lose her again.
Got it?

Yes.

-What's that got to do with me?
-Or me?

Go ahead. Here I am.
You've been looking for me. Ask me.

You were the first to take an interest
in the case.

That's true. My daughter is in this class.

And suddenly, a girl perishes,
then the principal dies...

then a teacher jumps out of the window.

Is it so strange for me to worry?

No, everything is rather logical.

In brief, Captain,
there is a simple misunderstanding.

My interest in your investigation
is limited by my daughter's interests.

I warn you, I'm keeping it under control.

Do you have any thoughts
on the case that you can share?

No. Nothing in particular yet.

Honestly.

Got it.

-Any questions for me?
-No questions.

Yet.

They won't switch on the gas till the end
of the week.

It's not clear when we'll have hot water.

''Everywhere the poor man is despised.''
Do you know who said that?

Ovid.

Just be patient, Mom, I'll finish
school soon and we can live happily.

I am patient.

You're such an adult!

What were you talking about
with the inspector?

He was beating around the bush.
He asked if you had a girlfriend.

How did you get to school?

He gave your phone back.

Did you tell him about my poems?

I shouldn't have, should I?

Forgive me.

Maksimka... Who is Istomina?

Nobody, Mom.

A YEAR EARLIER

Get out of here!

-Did she hurt you, Anastasia Nikolayevna?
-Maksim, it's break time. Go, please.

-I'll blast her head off.
-What for?

For you!

Maksim.

Yes?

Look. I wanted to ask you...

Lately I have been...

finding poems at home.

So, what?

Do you know who could be
writing them to me?

I don't.

I wish you knew the author.

You could tell him I love them.

Are you serious?

Please don't tell anybody.

I won't. I've only told you.

You know, I...

wanted to tell you that the heart
never beats in vain.

Even though the one you... love

doesn't share the same feelings,
nevertheless, she needs it.

Everyone needs to be loved.

PRESENT DAY

Rusya.

If you still want to become a surgeon...

you should understand...

that the most important thing
in this profession...

is strict internal discipline.

When you're in charge of people's lives
every day,

you treat your own life...

differently. And your daily routine...

Dad. Firstly,

I haven't wanted to be a surgeon
for a long time.

I can cut people into steaks
without higher education.

Secondly, when people's lives depend on
you, you don't bother with your routine.

I can't believe you don't want to be
a surgeon...

What steaks do you mean?

Rusya.

Your grandpa was a surgeon,

-and I'm also--
-It's for me.

I'll open it.

Who might that be?

Who's coming this late?

Max, what are you doing here?

Who gave my cell phone to Kryukov?

Bark hasn't returned it to you?

So Barkovskiy took it.

Yes, he said you had an appointment
and he would return it himself.

And his words are laws to you?
All of you are knuckleheads.

Max, are you nuts?
How is it my fault?

You will now tell me everything
that happened in the gym. Come on!

Nastenka came in, grumbling...
We were working out, she left. That's all.

No, it's not. You all know something,
but you don't tell anyone.

-But I will knock it out of you.
-No, you won't.

-Why is that?
-Because we're in Sparta and you're not.

-Rusya, is everything okay? Don't be long.
-I'm coming, Dad.

If I remember correctly, Khudya's been
with us from the first grade.

Dovzhenko came in the ninth grade,
he moved in from the Ural region,

wanted to go to a sports school,
but no luck, not sure why,

maybe didn't have money for a bribe.
Now, Marat...

Also from the first grade.

-Yurov--
-I know about him. What about the girls?

The girls...
Shorina, from the first grade.

Christina Suvorova,
also from the first one.

Paliy came in the fourth grade...

-Mom, it's definitely him!
-Styopa, wait.

Daddy!

Daddy, where have you been?

Subtitle translation by Dmitriy Garaschuk