S'parta (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Episode #1.8 - full transcript

PRESENT DAY

She left the classroom,

went to the gymnasium,
and then jumped out the window, right?

Isn't that enough?

You wanted to know what happened before
she jumped. This is what happened.

She left the classroom at 11:14 a.m.

The witnesses said she entered
the gym at 11:30 a.m.

although it's a one-minute walk.

Where was she during these 16 minutes?
And with whom?

-And where is her phone?
-Why do you need it?

Why do you need it, Ignat?



What do you mean?

Give me her phone.

I didn't want anyone to stare at her.

Did you delete it?

No. I couldn't.

Maybe I would have deleted it,

-but...
-Then we wouldn't know the truth.

A noble move.

And a manly one.

Don't ever write to me! EVER!!!

So, you sent her this photo.
How did you get it?

It was sent from an unknown number.

-What's the number?
-I deleted it after I sent the photo.

Stop staring.
Never seen a naked woman before?



Show me the footage once more.

So, you sent her this photo.
She thinks it's Barkovskiy's work.

She shows him the photo, tells him...

that he's a jerk...

He freaks out and leaves.

She goes somewhere...

and stays there for 16 minutes.

Where does she go?

To me.

She goes to me.

DAY OF ISTOMINA'S DEATH

Wait.

Can we talk?

Please.

They set me up.

I was unconscious.

Why are you showing me this?

He said he'd send it to the whole school.
The principal, the teachers, the students.

He said he has other pictures where I...

Oh, my God.

Can you stop it somehow?

Me?

No, I can't.

But you said you could.

You said you'd do anything for me.

And you said you didn't need anything
from me.

Is this revenge?

I am really powerless here.

I can't delete photos that are stored
in an unknown location. I can't...

stop them being sent...

from the phones. I...

I can't do anything.
I have no access to this information.

Do you understand?

I might be a hacker, but I'm not a god.

But you are a man.

What do you mean?

Are you a man?

You said that you loved me.

You gave me that ball...

I have it at home.

I kept it.

I don't see why.

Why?

Forgive me.

Forgive me, I was mistaken.

You have a class. I'm sorry.

Nastya...

Do you want me to protect you?

I can talk to them.

But...

They have something on me, too.

This was a mistake. I'm sorry.

-I'm leaving.
-Nastya, they won't listen to me.

PRESENT DAY

-Bastard, I brought you into my home, I--
-Stop it, Max!

You're not exactly...

a hero.

You sent her the photo. You offended her.

What was next? Did you go to school
like nothing happened?

I was circling around.

Couldn't look her in the eye.

And later, when she...

I saw the crowd...

It was my fault. If I were there
I wouldn't have let her.

-It was my fault.
-It was everyone's fault.

Where did I see...

those stupid cushions before?

Those owls.

What time is it?

You've got some nerve!

Did you find anything out?

That's Nastya's phone.

Do you know this name?

Sotnikov?

No.

And this number?

No.

Take it.

You will...

call this number...

and without introducing yourself...

invite the person for a meeting...

at this restaurant.

This is outside the city.

Does he know that Nastya...

-died?
-He knows all right.

ISTOMINA NASTYA

-Who is this?
-Alexey Petrovich?

Who is this, damn it?

-My parents are here.
-Really? I thought they were in Austria.

Chris!

Police, open up.

Don't open the door. They'll take me away

-for molesting you.
-I'm opening up.

You don't have to hide.

Just put some pants on.

Just a sec. Wait.

Stupid situation.

Your cushions are stupid.

I didn't like them from the start...

when I saw them...

in the pictures from Istomina's birthday.

All right, let's start.

What did you give her?

Are you blaming me for poisoning her?

Answer my question, girl!

It's Christina Vitalyevna to you.

Christina Vitalyevna,

I will throw you in jail with the bums,

and your boyfriend...

will face a pedophilia charge.

Do you know what they will do to him
in prison?

-What did you give to her?
-Nothing. Put sleeping pills in her tea.

ONE MONTH AGO

Bark!

Nastya's here.

Khudya, music.

Open up.

Hello, Anastasia Nikolayevna.

-Make yourself at home.
-Hello, Anastasia Nikolayevna.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Come on in. We just wanted...

to talk to you...

to make peace.

If we offended you somehow...
we wanted to discuss it.

You don't have to believe us, but...

we love you very much.

For real, Anastasia Nikolayevna.

I think you're the only normal teacher
at the school.

Yes, Anastasia Nikolayevna.

What's up?

Come on, sit down.

Look how much everything has changed.

Six months ago, I was here, and you...

threw a party for me.

I was so happy.

I showed the photos around proudly.

And now it seems
you want to tear me to pieces.

-What happened to our friendship?
-Everything is fine.

No, it's not fine, Christina.
You've changed.

Your looks and words have changed.

You seem like you could kill if you...

knew you'd get away with it unpunished.

I loved you before,
and now I'm afraid of you.

Anastasia Nikolayevna,
you sound paranoid.

What exactly bothers you? Our grades?

No, the grades are fine.

I'm worried...

because I thought you were human,

and now I don't think you are.

Is it true that you investigated the death
of Alina Rusanova...

and sentenced someone...

to execution?

Is it true that you advocate for...

transferring students with learning
difficulties to another school?

Is it true that you have compromising
materials on all the teachers?

Everything started with this game,
Sparta, right?

You played in it and got absorbed,
so now,

it controls you. It plays you,
not the other way around.

I came to tell you that I will do away
with this.

I will tell people everything
that happened before it's too late.

Do you think we have nothing on you?

No, you don't.

Yet.

PRESENT DAY

All right. She fell asleep,

you undressed her, put her on the sofa
and started taking pictures, right?

Yes, we took pictures.

Bark read her diary. We laughed.

-Did he tear out the pages?
-He did. So, what?

We had no intention of sharing
those pictures.

We just wanted to send them to her
to shut her up.

In the morning, she started bitching,
so we sent it to someone.

You are scum.

Nothing personal.

We didn't think she would freak out
because of the pics.

Tits, what's the big deal?
Why jump out the window?

Are you going to leave them like this?

What can I do to them?

I can.

What are you doing? She's a child.

Cheap drama.

Who are you?

Me? I'm Inga.

Nastya Istomina's friend.
And who are you?

I'm Alexey Petrovich.

-Didn't he tell you who I am?
-I don't know who you are.

A witness? Or maybe a money man?

Or a perpetrator?

Sit down, Alexey Petrovich,
and tell us who you are.

Listen,

there will be no notes, protocols,
or charges,

but we all need to know the truth.

ONE YEAR AGO

I took you on this project,
because I owe it to your father.

But instead of doing your job
you bicker with my clients.

I told them the truth.

Their game is crap.

Is it?

Look at yourself.

Twenty-six, divorced, you didn't see
your son in six months. You're on the run.

You don't pay alimony, dropped out
of uni and you look like a bum.

And you say you don't want to deal
with crap?

-What do you want?
-Power and money.

-I can't give you that.
-I didn't come to you for that.

So why did you?

I know how to make this game sell.

Yes, you created a great simulator
with a powerful

engine and a nice look,
but who would play something...

that already exists?

The smallest offense cannot be committed
in your game,

let alone some serious crime.

-If you screw up, you're out of the game.
-Young man...

In an age of increasing lawlessness,
disbelief in judicial authorities

and law enforcement, we launch the game

The School of Life to teach
our citizens to follow...

-and praise the law.
-Yes, but who needs this nonsense?

Who will play such a game? No one.

The single group of people who wants
to play at adulthood is teenagers.

Right.

And our focus group shows
that teenagers

are totally uninterested
in The School of Life.

They perceive it as moralistic,

-educational, didactic.
-Here is my suggestion.

Give up on adults...

and focus only on teens.

And let them do everything in this game.

Absolutely everything.
No boundaries, no laws.

So that they can smoke pot and fuck.

Kill each other, drive cars, strip dance.

Anything! Everything that they can't do
in a regular life.

And most importantly, in this game,
it will go unpunished.

Then they'll be interested and feel
power and advantage over the weak.

Then they will run to buy this game.

I also think that it needs
a different name.

I suggest.

Sparta.

Let's try to find out what teens like.
What are their dreams?

What is the forbidden fruit for them?

And we'll give them exactly that
in virtual life.

How long will it take?

How are we going to get this information?
Do we know?

Almost.

I have an idea how to collect data
proficiently and, most importantly,

quickly.

Alexey Petrovich, you will...

-get me into trouble.
-How long have we known each other?

Have I ever let you down?
Why don't you trust me now?

How old are you really...

young man?

Seventeen.

Attaboy.

But seriously,
what if the kids get the hang of it?

You know, they feel everything.

And besides, my daughter is studying...

in that class. What if she comes to me
and says...

"Dad,

-something's wrong".
-If that happens, we will stop.

After all, this is a serious
sociological study.

Or not so serious. Maybe it's a show
with a hidden camera.

No more than three weeks.
Maximum one month.

Alexey Petrovich, you are taking advantage
of my natural sense of adventure.

Well, let's go meet your new class.

Let's go.

PRESENT DAY

What came next?

First, we did a text...

among his classmates.

What would you do if you had...

unlimited possibilities? If you could
make your innermost desires, dreams

come true? And the like.

But when Bark...

brought me the results,
I was disappointed.

Sob stories.

One of them wanted to go to Los Angeles
and play for the Lakers.

Another wanted to marry a girl
from their class,

and the third one dreamed of becoming
a surgeon like his dad.

They followed the rules.

It was a total bummer.

You see, they were not interested
in our game.

Then I turned on Bark,

I said that we blew it
and he had to get out of there.

And what did Bark do?

He decided to stay.

He said that everything would change.

I don't even know which one of you
is worse.

What is he telling them now?

Dear...

teachers...

and students.

-Oh, shit, what a start!
-Suvorova!

I'll be quiet.

I have to tell you something.

-I'm not exactly who you think I am.
-Are you...

-coming out?
-Khudyakov!

For real, Bark, if you're going to say
you're gay,

-I'll hang myself, and Shorina--
-Shut up!

I am 26 years old...

I'm divorced...

and I have a kid,

my son, Stepa.

What do you mean, 26?

I don't get it.

The thing is, I work...

for a company
that does sociological research.

The company management had...

an unconventional idea to infiltrate me
into a school environment, so to speak,

the environment of teenagers,
high school students.

But we didn't think I would be around
for so long.

No, this is...

-beyond comprehension.
-Shorina,

-did you know about this?
-Yes.

Since yesterday.

So, what?

Does it make any difference?

You mean...

everything that we did with you was...

for research?

You did...

I researched.

Son of a bitch.

-Maybe.
-We should call the police.

Lyudmila Mikhailovna.

Yes, you can.

You can call the police.

But first ask each other
whether you want to talk to the police.

Maybe some details will come out.

For instance, that...

the principal's half-brother
is an alcoholic and a pedophile,

who molested children on more than
one occasion,

and who works at this school
totally illegally.

Or they might find out that child porn
has been filmed in the computer room.

And the teachers fuck
among themselves so hard

that they're now at it in front
of students. Right, Marina Ivanovna?

And what about the students?

The students of the best class
in the district...

Forget the district.
The best class in the city.

Each of these students committed
numerous criminal offenses.

What are you talking about?

-What crimes?
-What crimes?

Ask the guys.

Marat Galimov, for instance.

Maybe he'll tell you something,
if he dares.

Right, Marat?

Son of a bitch!

Let's call the police.

Let's have some fun together.

Bark created his own group.

Monolithic, solid. They listened to him.

They went where he said
and did what he said.

And it came easily to him. Effortlessly.

Maybe because he was a bit older
and hence more convincing.

I wanted to take Bark away from there,
but he decided to stay.

He started bullshitting

that he's the head of the basketball team
and that he wants to go to college.

-Total nonsense.
-You mean Barkovskiy has gone insane?

Don't you understand how a man changes
when he has absolute power over others?

Who do you think your average nerd
could become?

A loser...

who is a bit too excited about eugenics,
Nietzsche...

and the theories of racial deficiency,
and who has the power?

I guess, Hitler.

He has to be stopped.

It's useless now.

-Why?
-Think what SS soldiers would do...

if after the Night of the Long Knives
their führer

would tell them it was all a joke?
That he just pretended to be the führer?

They would tear him to pieces.

We can't let them do it.

Let's go.

I'm not going anywhere.
It's not my game anymore. I'm sorry.

I must inform you
that competent authorities are here.

And they do nothing?

Marina Ivanovna, it must be clear that it
is in all our interests to keep quiet.

I will leave.

As if I were never here.

And you live here.

-Oh, my God!
-Call the ambulance!

-Help!
-Yes, yes. Ambulance!

Bring her to the medical room!
Here, please! Oh, my God.

Where are you going, man?

Let's talk first.

Gosha, don't.

Misha, let's go.

-Take her away.
-Please!

No! Please, no!

Please, don't! Please!

Please. Please, don't.

So?

The guy did wrong. Forgive him.

-Who's sick?
-The principal fainted.

Barkovskiy drove her crazy.

What's up with you?
Do you need a doctor yourself?

Save him. They will kill him!

Back off!

I said,"Back off!"

Back off!

Are you...

animals?

Do you want to go to prison?

Why are you sitting there?
Get them away from here.

I think it's beautiful, Captain.

-No?
-Get... them away.

Get out of here! Go home, for a walk,
anywhere, just away from here! Out!

Is he going to get off?

He will go to prison.

-I promise you. Get out!
-Okay, let's go. Let's get out.

Go! Do you want to go to prison?
Move, Khudyakov!

Are you alive?

Call for someone.

Call for someone.

What will he go to prison for?

What... are you doing?

Let that son of a bitch die!

Misha...

hit me.

He will go to prison.

Hit me!

Come on!

I'll say he did it.

Come on!

Misha, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Daddy.

Daddy.

Daddy!

Help!

Someone, help me!

Please, help me!

-Daddy!
-Ira!

Dad, he attacked me.

He wanted to rape me.
And Misha... He protected me.

He protected me, Daddy!

Daddy, Misha protected me.
He protected me.

He protected me.

He protected me.

Mr. Kryukov is sentenced to three years
in prison

in a general facility.

DAY OF ISTOMINA'S DEATH

Belodedova, you're so naive.

Anastasia Nikolayevna,
you left your bra at my place.

I brought it for you.

Who tore out the pages from my dairy?

Who?

You won't frighten me.

Yeah?

Seriously?

Should we send it to the whole school?

Did you send it to Maksim?

By the way, why?

It was Bark's idea.

-He said it'd make things clear to you.
-He will be out of class in five minutes.

I will talk to him personally.

So, should I send it?

Do what you want.

Sent.

Don't get upset, Anastasia Nikolayevna.

We'll like your pic.

You shouldn’t have humiliated me, boys.

No one has the right to humiliate a person
and go unpunished.

It's my turn now.

I saw how you almost killed a woman.

I saw you undressing her
and beating her up.

You know what?

I will testify.

I will go to the police
and tell them everything.

So why didn't you,

Vladimir Avanesovich?

As far as I understand, there is

an alternative solution
to the problem, right?

-300,000 rubles.
-What?

It's not a high price for silence.

And emotional damage.

-What a jerk.
-400,000 rubles.

400,000 rubles is sufficient.

It's not too much, either.

But I have another suggestion,
Vladimir Avanesovich.

GYMNASIUM

Open your mouth.

What are you doing?

Nastya has woken up. Look at her.

Nastya!

You're animals.

Even worse, you're fascists!

And you...

You dirty, cruel, disgusting jerk!
If you don't get out of here right now

I will call the police.

Are you done, Nastya?

Marat, Khudya...

Calm down.

Boys, why are you listening to him?
What is happening to you?

Everyone here is listening to me,
got it?

Everyone. Boys, you say?

Your boys wanted to fuck you last night.
Don't you get it yet?

One of the boys took your hand, put it
in his pants and started to jerk off

and took a selfie.
Do you know what the other boy did?

He licked cake off your tits and also
took a selfie.

Do you know what the third one did?

-It's all your fault! I know.
-Mine?

I didn't lay a finger on you.

But they...

Nastya.

Do you want to see a trick?

Nastya!

Don't touch her!

-Hold her.
-Quiet!

-Please, let me go!
-Khudya, you wanted to fuck her?

Go ahead! Are you afraid?

Go ahead, Khudya!

Please!

-Where are you going, Nastya?
-I'll catch her!

Stop!

-Nastya, where are you going? Let's talk.
-Let me go!

Why are you so nervous?

Let her go!

Listen to me.

You made us undress
and started touching us.

Nastya came in, saw it
and started screaming.

She ran out, you ran after her.

She fell out of the window.
You have no witnesses.

And there are four of us.
They will believe us.

Please, no.

-I will do as you say.
-Then forget what you saw.

All right.

Listen, everyone.

We were in PE.

Nastya came in.

Acting mad.

She wanted to say something.

But she didn't.

She ran out.

We followed her.

When we found her,

he was already down there.

Is everything clear?

Split up.

PRESENT DAY

So, this is what happened.

How did you find out?

Heart-to-heart talks with the guys.

I tried to talk to the investigator,
but he doesn't bite. Must be corrupt.

What else can I do for you?

You did what you could.

You came and sat here like...

It's something, so thanks for that.

One more thing.

Just don't laugh at me, all right?

I've decided to go to police academy.

I want to be like you.

What do you think?

YEAR 2020

Dovzhenko is in prison for robbery.

He got an injury after school,

quit basketball
and fell in with the wrong crowd.

Paliy married a coach
and left for Belarus.

She stopped playing sports, had children,
and the pictures suggest that she drinks.

Suvorova didn't go to college.

She started some business with Milkova.
It failed.

They hang around clubs,
apparently use drugs,

and look like prostitutes.

Marat Galimov disappeared.
His page has been deleted.

But I found him
in the cache memory.

An addiction center caught fire.
He might be one of the victims.

Khudyakov...

worked at some firm.

He is now being investigated
because of some misuse...

of government contracts.

The good news, Natasha Belodedova went
to Germany, got married and had a kid.

Here, Yurov...

police junior lieutenant.

What about Shorina?

Shorina...

was passing the exams while pregnant.

Then she gave birth to a boy
with a congenital defect.

He was too weak. Couldn't be saved.

And that bastard disappeared
and never came back to her.

She had post-natal depression,
psychosis...

Suicide?

And Sparta? Does it sell?

The third version is out.

People were queuing up
the night of release.

Half the world plays it. Every other
game these days is like Sparta.

Where is he?

Did you find him?

You all know what you want from this life,
who you want to be.

I bet many of you want to be oligarchs,
businessmen,

parliamentarians, to have lots of money,

sports cars and yachts. Some of you might
want to collect butterflies, of course,

or deliver pizza and
live above the heating pipeline,

but here is the question.

What are you ready to do
in order to achieve your goals?

What sacrifices will you make?

Let's think about it.

Okay, I'll make it tougher for you.

What or whom are you ready
to get rid of...

in order to achieve the final result
as soon as possible?

This is a really hard question, yes.

One more question.

What do you think,

is the most embarrassing...

thing to be?

-A beggar.
-Nonsense.

Poverty is no vice.

Weakness is a crime.

Write that down.

Let me guess. You...

spent three years...

imagining how it would be.

And it's happening here and now.

Are you here to kill me?

You have a gun in your pocket.

But you can't.

Do you know why?

Because you're weak.

And this game is for the strong.

All right.

Let's imagine that you...

work up the courage and fire a shot.

I will be the victim.

Children are crying.

Their beloved teacher has died.

I will become a hero.

There will be thousands of followers.

Here they are.

Do you like this scenario?

Go on...

shoot, Spartan.

I'm ready.

Hi, Daddy, come home soon.
I will do anything.

I'll gather my toys.
I'm missing you, so much.

We'll play with trains,
like you promised.

I'll get only As at school. I'll take
the trash out. I love you very much.

So?

Subtitle translation by Kateryna Mazur