Your mother is a merited retail worker.
You’ll ruin her reputation and make her lose her job.
Why?
Because you live together.
It means you stored and distributed banned books together.
What if I tell the truth? Will it change anything?
It wasn’t your mom who gave you this book, right?
So she’s out of this, which is something already.
We can work it out, Anton.
STAR MEDIA PRESENTS
Sergey Makovetsky
Mikhail Porechenkov
Maria Shukshina
Daria Mikhailova
Yulia Peresild
Yevgenia Simonova
Vladimir Simonov, Igor Chernevich, Vladimir Afanasiev
In Trouble in Store
Script by Vladislav Romanov and Yevgenii Latii
With the participation of Sergey Ashkenazi Production Director: Sergey Ashkenazi
Director of Photography: Vladimir Klimov R.G.C.
Music by Aleksey Ashkenazi Production Designer: Iraida Shultz
Costume Designer: Regina Khomskaya Makeup Artist: Olga Matveichuk
Editing Directors: Olga Grinshpun and Ekaterna Kirillova
Sound Producer: Pavel Podlesny Casting Director: Tatiana Statzman
Executive Producer: Andrey Anokhin
Producers: Vitalii Bordachev and Vlad Ryashin
Hello.
Have you ordered already? Can I have the menu?
Thanks.
What would you recommend?
Maybe noodle soup. What do you say?
At least its’ hard to mess up.
One can mess up anything, even a caviar sandwich. May I?
I knew a lady who would put caviar on stale bread,
with no butter, and decorate it with a wilted parsley sprig,
for better presentation and flavor.
Great recipe.
Yes.
Yuri Vladimirovich, we’re working on it.
We’ve wired his office and are collecting material.
However, we don’t have enough…
What will this wiring give you? Blah-blah-blah and rustling paper?
Meanwhile, they’re counting their millions!
We need grounds for arrest!
Collecting material!
You’re collecting money for your pension.
Do I deserve it, Yuri Vladimirovich?
Almost. That will be it.
Send Skachko in.
He’s in Kostroma, Comrade General.
Bokov, then. On the double.
Yes sir.
Coming back from work? Good evening.
Yes.
You look worried. Problems in business?
It’s not about business. I can’t reach my son.
I’ve called him five times already.
Is he in school?
No, school is history. He’s fooling around in college now.
And I have to worry about him.
Do you remember yourself at his age?
Excuse me, my name is Pavel Sergeyevich. And you?
And I have to go to my room and get back to work.
Have a nice evening.
How about we go grab a bite somewhere?
Is this what you came here for?
What do you mean?
To have dinner with me. I don’t see you doing anything else.
I just thought it’s late, Kostroma is no Moscow,
an what should two lonely souls do
if not go to Ivan Susanin Palace of Culture.
They say it has a nice restaurant.
Maybe it’s true. I need to change first, though,
and make a call to a local big shot.
I’ll be waiting tight here.
I’m Zoya.
Pavel.
You have already said that.
It’s you! Hi. How are you? How’s the client?
Going to dinner? I’ve just been at General’s office.
He wants us to be more active. Not just me, you too.
Yes, I have talked to Anton Platonov.
He didn’t give me any names.
I know you’re thinking about Masha. However…
You probably shouldn’t worry about her too much.
OK, OK, it’s none of my business. Don’t yell at me.
I’m staying out of this.
Kultakov and I have cleaned it up.
Masha is out of this case. I’m only working on Pasternak.
August 1914 is out of the picture.
I don’t know anything about it.
Shirshov also won’t benefit from taking the lid off it.
He’s still under house arrest. No, I didn’t call him.
You told me to wait till you’re back. OK, have a good one.
I need to work.
Bye.
I’m ready.
Me too.
Let’s have dinner here. I’m too tired to go anywhere.
Whatever you say.
They deserve a good punch for this cutlet. One can lose one’s last teeth over it.
I don’t think we’re in any danger.
I love this quiet country life. Nothing is going on,
and suddenly this pleasant acquaintance.
I hate all this and always try to leave as soon as I can.
So what are you doing here?
Hunting for some bolts or crossties?
Something like that. And you?
Also something like that, but more delicate.
You’re not a very courteous host.
I’m sorry!
Let’s drink your health.
Thank you.
No, this is outrageous. I’ve had it.
You know what, don’t get me wrong,
but why don’t we go to my room?
I can’t eat this, and I’m hungry.
And my room happens to be full of delicacies.
I have good cognac, much better than this sour swill.
It’s an offer I can’t refuse.
Let’s ask for the check and go, then.
Waiter!
You don’t pay attention. We have a waitress.
Sandwich? Caviar?
Thanks.
I hope I didn’t mess it up.
I’m sure you’re a true ace.
Thanks.
Another round? We’re both adult and independent.
I wonder what you think of me.
A woman gets bored on a business trip
and drags a man into her room. Right?
No, why?
Don’t answer this. It’s all rubbish. Rubbish!
You’re right, though. This woman is bored.
She left her husband long time ago because of her lover.
No, I didn’t think that…
Come on. All men are like this.
And he decided to come to his senses, courting his wife
and pretending that everything passed. Or maybe it’s true.
One more shot?
I guess.
You think it’s easy?
Confessing to a stranger on a business trip…
Are you married?
Yes.
Is she young and pretty?
10 years younger than me. Yes, she’s pretty. But…
But what?
I don’t want to talk about it.
Nobody’s forcing you.
It’s just this night, a small town, and cognac.
Remember Bunin?
I haven’t read him for a while.
Me neither.
But now we’re alone, you and I.
I’m sorry, I’d better go.
I have to wake up early for a long ride.
No, I’m sorry.
It’s because of cognac.
Do you want me to give you a ride to Moscow?
Thanks, I have a train ticket.
It’s a sincere offer. The train ride will take you 24 hours.
To Moscow, to Moscow.
Right. Like in Chekhov’s play.
I accept your invitation.
Hello. Can I go to the catering department?
Of course.
‒ Stepan Nikolayevich, hello. ‒ Hi.
‒ Are you OK? ‒ Yes. I came to your catering department.
‒ Yes, please. They’re waiting for you. ‒ Thank you.
My head aches like hell. How about you?
No. We didn’t drink too much.
Maybe you didn’t, but I did.
I didn’t notice.
Of course you did. And I’m very sorry.
Zoya, come on. I was the one who acted stupidly.
We’ve been riding for 2 hours. How about a smoking break?
As you wish. I can’t say I need it.
How about that lake?
Do you have cigarettes?
I don’t smoke.
Are you hungry? I have a bag full of food.
No, thanks, I’ve had breakfast.
What? Why are you looking at me like this?
I see a beautiful, strong, and independent woman.
So? You are not interested.
You’re wrong. I’m very much interested. But…
But what? Come on, tell me.
I told you everything last night. I even hit on you.
Silly me.
Zoya, I really wanted to talk to you.
Please hear me out without interrupting.
OK.
I’m really here because of you. No bolts or crossties.
I know what you do.
You’re a logistic manager with Yeliseyevsky store.
Last night’s delicacies were meant for bribing local authorities.
They didn’t accept them for some reason.
Who are you?
Pavel Skachko, KGB, Moscow Administration.
I need information on Berkutov’s illegal activities.
You’re a jerk. You wormed yourself in my confidence,
helping yourself to my cognac, sturgeon, and caviar.
Now you’re blackmailing me with it.
This is true in part, but my profession suggests…
Being low? What if I agreed to sleep with you last night?
Would you spy after me in my bed?
You did agree to sleep with me. I rejected you.
What a noble man!
Bloody blackmailer!
“I didn’t get into your bed, and now you have to…”
Don’t twist the facts.
I could have played on the fact that you liked me,
on your solitude and on your lover dumping you.
I chose not to, because I really like you.
So you felt pity for this miserable woman. What a prince!
You know what? Go to hell!
Find yourself another informer, as low as yourself.
But it will be in vain.
Our store is clean, and so is Berkutov, mind it!
Aren’t you afraid to talk to me like this?
Your involvement in Berkutov’s schemes…
I’m telling you it’s a lie. Even if you pin something on us
through your low practices, I’m not scared of you.
I don’t care about myself, and my son is a grown man.
Speaking about your son…
Don’t you dare to mention my son.
I’m sorry, but your son is under arrest.
Wait. What term is Anton facing?
Up to 5 years.
5 years for a book?
It’s a law. I’m not the one who wrote it.
And what about Berkutov?
Funny as it is, he’d serve not much longer.
It’s an economic crime, and Anton’s is political.
The punishment for it is much harsher.
Can you guarantee that Anton will be released is I testify?
No guarantees,
but in some cases there’s pretty much I can do.
In some cases?
In this case.
I don’t believe you. Let him go. Then I’ll testify.
Zoya, you’re not in the position to negotiate.
You give your statement, and I’ll do everything to release Anton.
No. First Anton, then the statement.
Zoya, wait!
First Anton, then the statement.
Hi.
Hello, Sasha. As usual?
Sure.
Here.
Sound! What’s with the sound?
‒ Shalom! ‒ Shalom.
And, as always, I have a question.
The mike wasn’t fastened right, I think.
How am I supposed to report this?
We caught him red-handed, but we still can’t prove anything.
God knows what’s inside these envelopes.
Obviously, it’s money, but we can’t see it!
Maybe they are talking about the sums and all,
but we can’t hear it!
What shall I do with you? Fire you?
I’m sorry, Gennady Romanovich.
We’ll fix it tonight, I swear.
Get out of here.
Platonov, out.
Hands on your back. Face to the wall.
Go.
I thought about it and decided to tell you everything.
What do you want to know?
What are you going to tell me?
Everything. About Dr. Zhivago, too. Just let me out please!
I can’t stand it here. I’m scared.
That August 1914, I got it from our…
What August? I don’t know anything about it.
You were arrested for possessing illegal book, Dr. Zhivago.
Do you have something to add?
No. I’m just…
I’m confused.
I understand. This isn’t a nice place. As for Dr. Zhivago,
though this book is anti-Soviet to some extent,
it also possesses certain artistic value,
which brought its author the Noble prize.
I think in due time it will be published in USSR
with necessary omissions. So, considering your young age
and lack of experience, we decided to release you.
Stop it! That’s enough!
But on one condition. You will sign a gagging writ
and a contract on cooperation with KGB.
Breaking these two agreements will have heavy consequences.
One more thing. All this regards only Dr. Zhivago.
Any mention of that other book will bring you back here,
and for a longer time. Is that clear, Platonov?
Yes. Thank you.
I need your signature here and here.
These papers will stay here forever.
I understand. Forever. What is it I’m not to disclose?
Good question. Everything. Not a word, even to your mom,
about your case. No names! Do you get it?
I swear.
I don’t need your vows.
I advise you never get in my way again.
One more request.
Forget this address, 6 Gen. Vasiliev St.
Kostikov told me. How much?
40,000 rubles.
Is it in a safe place?
As usual.
Why are you panicking, then?
I don’t know. I have this feeling.
I’m scared for Lida and Ania. She’s having a baby.
Why didn’t you invite me to her wedding?
There was no wedding. No husband, either.
I’m sorry. I can’t figure out these young people.
It’s so nice here. You can forget about everything. Cheers.
Maybe it’s not what you think?
Maybe. I’ll think about it.
You know, I’m trying to keep my calm and sometimes even attack you,
but there are times it makes my stomach turn.
What if our sponsors give us up,
saving their precious asses?
Want some?
No.
I’ll have a drink.
Kostia!
I was thinking about you. Hi.
Hi. I just dropped by for a minute.
I wanted to see you and also to pass you something.
‒ From who? ‒ From myself.
Here. Put it in a safe place. It’s money.
I don’t need it. We've talked about that. You have done enough for me.
Have you been to the med school?
Yes. I’m going through the tests as an external student.
It’s easy, because nobody’s trying to fail me.
That’s what we wanted. Everything will be fine.
You’re already admitted. Take this.
How much is this?
20,000.
Why so much? I could use a couple thousand, but 20?
Just take it. Never mind why I’m doing this.
I’ll gain from it. I’m a Soviet businessman.
Everything I can I invest in profitable business. Into you.
There will be time when you’ll support me. I’ll be a little old man…
Kostia, come quick!
…and you’ll become a famous doctor. Go! Hide the money.
Say hi to your mother.
Thank you, father! Thanks.
Goodbye.
Why are you still in bed? It’s 7:20.
I don’t feel very well. My bones ache.
Fever?
No, I don’t think so.
No? I feel like I have it.
Do you?
I have sore throat, too.
I’m not going to work right now.
Do the rounds with Zoya. I’ll have some raspberry tea
and come to work after lunch.
You’re faking it!
Can’t a man get sick once in a while? Go!
I’ll come when I feel better.
OK. Have breakfast with Ania.
Ania, your father doesn’t feel well. Take care of him.
Make some broth.
Drinking at this hour! Mom said you were sick.
I am sick. There are various kinds of sickness.
Do you know how mine is called?
Sure. Playing lazybones.
Right. If you were a good daughter, you’d bring me some snacks.
A lemon or a sandwich?
Both. And make us coffee.
Everything is ready.
That’s my girl.
How about some cognac with your coffee?
You want your daughter to become an alcoholic, too?
OK.
And don’t spare it. Coffee with cognac it is!
Right.
Well, that’s better.
So why are you shirking work?
How about you?
I’m on vacations. Some father you are, not knowing anything about your daughter.
I know, I know.
What about your illegitimate son? Have you fixed it for him?
He is absolutely legitimate.
Right, I forget. Mine will be illegitimate, though.
What a nice thing for a father to hear!
So what?
What if I hate his father and don’t want to see him again?
Why did you do it, then?
None of your business.
It was stupid of me to start this conversation.
I want more coffee. You?
Yes.
Well?
Well what?
How about cognac?
Isn’t it bad for you?
If you don’t want to share just say it. You offered it yourself.
You know why I stayed? Because of you.
To what do I owe such unexpected display of attention?
We have more of money given — money taken relations.
I’m used to it and have nothing against it.
I agree. I agree with everything you might say. Let’s go.
Where?
That’s what you have to tell me.
Zoya.
You?
Yes. Get in.
I said no! This is stupid.
Easy, easy.
It’s your own fault.
You stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.
OK, I’ll go alone, then.
This stupid! Don’t you see it? It’s not your store!
It’s our house, our private life. There are human rights, after all.
Back on your high horse! Thank God we’re not in America,
as your mother likes to say.
I stick to my promise.
Yes.
Now is your turn. Zoya, will you talk?
I have nothing to say.
I don’t know about any schemes by my director.
There are no schemes. And even if there were,
I still wouldn’t tell you.
This is a dangerous joke. I can reopen your son’s case.
I can also arrest you on a charge of complicity.
What complicity?
I have only been deputy director for a few weeks.
All papers signed by me are in perfect order.
As well as everything in the store.
You won’t find anything at my place
except for clothes and a few thousand rubles,
unlike Vera Anilina.
I have a solid salary, with bonuses and increments.
Suppose so. What about your son?
My son? Pavel, you’re sitting here, so strong and grave,
like you’re the ultimate truth.
Cold hands warm heart, right? You have none.
Do you want me to continue?
Please do.
Yes, he’s a fool and a coward,
but he has his love, his mistakes, and his sorrow.
Weren’t you a KGB major, you’d have to deal with it
like everybody else.
But you have the right to punish and spare. You’ve used this right.
You let him go so that he spent all his life in fear,
trembling, with this gagging writ you’ve forced upon him.
You know what I like about you? You protected your wife.
It means you’re human. And your heart is warm after all.
So he told you everything.
Don’t worry.
It’ll stay with me. I swear on my son’s life,
and it’s more precious for me than my own.
You can arrest me right now if you want.
But it won’t work for you. I’m not going to slander Berkutov.
For the record, I have nothing to say.
I’m not going to tell Berkutov about our conversation.
He knows you’re digging something up on him.
And he’s ready to rebuff.
He’s not Anton.
Berkutov is a good man, remember that. Please remember!
Pull it in.
What do you want?
You, Slavik. Mercedes 116.
What’s wrong with it?
The gearbox is rattling.
Come back in 2 weeks.
How about today?
I can’t. We’re full for the next 2 weeks.
You don’t understand. I need it now. I’ll pay you.
The box is OK. You probably imagined it.
Go on. Drive.
Why? I told you there’s nothing wrong with the car.
Drive anyway.
Who are you? What do you want?
I’m Georgy Berkutov. Does it ring the bell?
So what?
So, 5 Lomonosov Av. Let’s go.
Have you seen that idiot?
He’s not an idiot but a rather nice modern times fop.
He’s downstairs, waiting.
For who?
Not me, obviously.
Let him sit there. I’m not talking to him.
Stay out of this!
I’m your father!
He cheated on me! First he gave me a baby
and then cheated on me with this stupid bitch! That bastard!
You can make him better.
He cheated on you because he was offended. You called him an uneducated jerk.
Just because he didn’t know who Bosch was!
Neither did I until I was 40.
Your mother never called me a jerk for this, though.
I’m not going to him. Let him go to hell!
He loves you a lot. Go, baby, go.
To hell with this Bosch. Go.
It’s me. Nikolay Ivanovich, please.
Georgy, hi. He’s not in yet. He said he’d come after lunch.
Is it urgent? Can I help you?
No, I need to talk to him in person.
Then you’ll have to wait.
Or go to his dacha if it’s so urgent.
He’s undergoing some kind of treatment there.
Then he says… Wait a minute. Georgy Petrovich isn’t here.
He called in sick. Maybe he’ll come later.
That was her.
I need to answer this.
What if it’s Mom?
If it’s Dad I have to pick up.
Yes. Yes, Zoya, it’s me. He’s not here. He didn’t say.
Maybe he went to the doctor’s. Bye, Zoya.
‒ Lidia. ‒ Hi. You’re back?
‒ Yes. ‒ How did it go?
Not too good. They gave me some but not all.
Where’s Georgy?
He’s pretending that he’s sick. Sore throat and so on.
Call him.
Are you from around here, son?
I don’t think I’ve seen you before.
No, I was just passing by and decided to stop.
Why don’t you come in? Or your position doesn’t allow you?
I don’t know. I’ve never…
It’s never too late, son. God doesn’t keep score.
We have a miracle-working icon here.
It heals old women and old men, too.
Are you saying I’m an old man?
No, probably not.
You’re not old, but you have old man’s eyes.
So? Are you going to venerate the icon?
Not today. I have to go.
OK. God bless you.