EPISODE SIXTEEN
[ominous music playing]
[beeping]
- [computer speaks in Chinese] - [Vic] Well, are you done?
- [Chinese voice continues] - [Maslo] Working on it.
Really?
- [beep] - [computer speaks in Chinese]
- How long will this take? - You think it's easy? Be my guest.
[whirring]
- [ping] - [computer speaks in Chinese]
[computer speaks in Chinese]
I only asked you to wipe her memory.
It's the same as resetting her.
What matters is that now, we mean nothing to her.
[computer speaks in Chinese]
You sure?
[ping]
Good afternoon.
My name is Arisa.
Please log in to gain access rights.
[minimalist piano music playing]
[deep booming]
[electronic bleeping]
[music intensifies]
[dramatic piano chords]
[music continues to build]
[gunshot]
Get me a helicopter. I'm going to the Ministry.
Victor Pavlovich. Mr. Safronov is here to see you.
Shall I tell him you're busy?
Tell him to come in.
[elevator pings]
[Georgy] Hello.
[Vic] Hello.
Well?
- I'm here to apologize. - Apologize?
All you had to do was lose the tender.
- You failed. - I didn't mean that.
I'm here to apologize for not being able to save your son.
I want you to know that I haven't forgotten who you are
and my opinion of you hasn't changed, but...
I owe you an apology.
And I'm here to offer you one.
Why now?
I guess the time is right.
[sighs]
You're not here to apologize.
You need something from me.
What do you mean?
The question is, what?
Is it Arisa?
Arisa, meet our guest Mr. Safronov.
Hello, Mr. Safronov.
Arisa?
What's wrong with her?
Nothing.
Just a factory reset.
Guess who is the authorized user now?
You wanted to apologize? Apology not accepted. Get out.
You're just a bitter idiot.
Victor doesn't wish to talk to you.
You should leave.
I'm your actual primary user, Arisa.
You should never come back here, Mr. Safronov.
- Bye. - Yeah.
- All the best. - As we agreed.
Good afternoon.
Congratulations, Major.
- Great work. - And great news.
Suponev confessed to killing Petrenko.
Not like he had a choice, with all the evidence.
Hey, you still shouldn't downplay what others have achieved.
Come on, what achievement?
It was all Pavel Borisovich.
And you are?
Sorry, I didn't introduce you.
Mikhail Vladimirovich Tukai. Senior Investigator, Internal Affairs.
So what did Suponev say?
That he killed your partner out of revenge.
Revenge?
Turns out the hitman you shot at the hospital
served together with Suponev.
He even saved his life or something. Basically, they're brothers in arms.
So he's saying he killed Volodya in the heat of passion?
- Exactly. - You must know that's nonsense.
It's nonsense!
Suponev is Toropov's man. That's the angle you should be working.
Well, I have to go.
What do you mean? Didn't you hear the recording?
- He mentions Toropov on it, come on! - Borisovich, enough. Calm down.
You want me to calm down? Can't you see what's going on?
- Toropov is getting away with it again! - Pavel, enough about Toropov!
We can't make it stick!
How many times?
A closed case of a cop's murder is better than a cold one on Cronos.
Don't you get it?
Sure! Let's just put him in jail quietly and write it off as revenge.
- And forget all about it. - Yes!
If we let everyone know Suponev was a mole, it'd be better!
At least it's the truth!
OK.
You need a vacation.
You should go to the seaside or something.
You're not getting rid of me that easily.
[drones buzzing]
It all has to be top notch.
Opening ceremony, ribbon cutting, a formal event with press...
And everyone has to see the first batch of Arisas.
As you wish.
And you should know...
the guys at the top have faith in Early Retirement.
They have high hopes for this project.
That can't be jeopardized.
It's not just your reputation at stake, but mine too.
Understand?
Yes, Andrey Dmitrievich.
I hope so.
[knock at door]
It's open.
Ah. Caught you just in time.
Moving out?
Something like that.
Alright, I'll just be a minute.
I never thanked you for your tip...
about Suponev.
No problem.
So...
Is it time for us to move on?
What do you mean, move on?
Your family is...
out of the woods, and you've been...
exonerated.
Yeah.
Cronos's lawyers did their job.
Depends on how you look at it.
What matters is, you're in the clear now.
It's time to ask Arisa to let us access her memory
and finally...
squash Toropov, isn't it?
I'm sorry, but I'm no longer in charge of Arisa.
Toropov has wiped her...
memory, her personality, everything.
How?
That's one thing.
Secondly, I'm not interested in that anymore.
I just want to live a normal life like a normal person.
[knock at door]
- [woman] Housekeeping. - [Georgy] One minute.
So that's it?
Yeah, I hope so.
[melancholy music playing]
[female voice] Soon, Cronos will produce 300 next-gen robots per day.
The Arisas that received most votes in the Early Retirement Program tender.
The first batch will go to kindergartens and hospitals.
Soon, every family will be able to buy one of these technical marvels.
[male voice] It's important to realize that this breakthrough took place
in our time and in our country.
[switches off]
Will blowing up the factory solve this?
Why not?
Because anyone with half a brain would have a ton of questions.
OK.
- What do you suggest? - I don't know yet.
I could take a look at the equipment they have installed there.
The products your factory makes.
Maybe it could pass for something more modern.
It can't produce anything modern.
The most it can make is enamel pots that were designed in 1956.
Yeah, a factory like that really should get blown up.
With you in it.
Listen...
You know what?
You should be there when the explosion happens,
along with the Minister and a herd of reporters.
Are you suggesting we blow up the factory at the opening ceremony?
That way, it won't raise any suspicions.
Especially if we make it look like an attack by the Liquidators.
I like it.
I like it, but...
The Liquidators aren't exactly reliable.
I'll have a spare detonator.
[ominous music playing]
Hey, Grandpa.
I thought you were asleep already.
[Nikolay] Egor...
I had visitors here today.
[Egor] What kind of visitors?
Detectives.
Juvenile Division.
You were going to help Zhanna escape from hospital?
Now you're banned from visiting her.
[ringtone]
Hi, Zhanna.
Hi.
I'm all packed. When are you coming?
Sorry, I can't make it today. There's a problem.
But I'll take care of it, don't worry.
Honestly.
- It's cool, I'll deal with it. - I see.
[hangs up]
Good night.
Lights.
[bleep]
[ping]
Maslo, did anyone ever tell you you're a genius?
[monotone voice] Maslo, did anyone ever tell you you're a genius?
[eerie music playing]
[Maslo chuckling]
Gera?
- Hi. - Hi.
- Can I stay over? - Of course you can.
Sorry. I saw that you'd called.
It's just, so many things going on...
Have you sorted it out?
- Almost. - That's good.
Because your son really needs you right now.
Take your coat off.
- I go in first and you wait for me, OK? - OK, you go first.
- Do I look OK? - Don't think about that.
Who are you here to see?
- Zhanna Barseneva. - Too late. They took her away.
Who took her? Where?
The police. A youth officer came and took her away.
- Who are you? - Come on.
[tense music playing]
Listen...
Does Detective Kozhevskaya know you took me?
Detective Kozhevskaya isn't handling your case anymore.
I am.
You can call me V.S.
[pulsing music playing]
Out.
[Georgy] Yeah, Zhanna. Barseneva.
Not Berseneva, Barseneva. With an "a".
I should have picked her up yesterday.
Right, they let me talk to the detective handling her case.
They're sending a squad car to the hospital right now.
- Why? - Unless the detective is lying...
They don't have Zhanna.
They never picked her up.
What does that mean?
CCD
Thanks for agreeing to meet me.
Yesterday, you said you were quitting.
That was yesterday. And today...
I need you.
So that's what it is.
A new deal with the justice system?
Why are you surprised?
We're not friends. It's quid pro quo.
- And it's not for me. - Who is it for?
Someone kidnapped Zhanna Barseneva from the hospital.
- Bars's sister? - Yeah.
What's in it for me?
You get to meet someone who knows a lot more about Toropov's wrongdoings.
Deal?
Deal.
[footsteps]
[lock opens]
Here, eat something.
You'll need your strength.
You're going to carry out another Liquidator attack on the Cronos factory.
No.
- What about revenge for your people? - I only want revenge on you.
What for?
For giving you and your brother a job? A roof over your heads?
- A sense of purpose? - And where did that get us?
You have your brother to thank for that.
If he had listened to me everything would have been fine.
You'd have kept gutting bots and hanging out at Bot.Net.
You wanted to kill him.
If I wanted to, I would have.
The question is,
am I going to do it now?
[beeping]
Here, take a look.
This is what Bars looked like yesterday.
This is what he looks like today.
What he looks like tomorrow...
That's entirely up to you.
Think about it.
- [closes gate] - [lock clicks shut]
Hey. Are we interrupting?
[Maslo] Are you out of your mind?
What if someone tells Toropov they saw us together?
Don't worry. It won't take long.
Major Varlamov, CCD. Heard of him?
I have.
[Georgy] I've told him about you.
He's going to try to help you and Svetlana.
Have a seat.
You're going to help me?
That depends on what you can give me on Toropov.
He'll give you all he knows about Cronos.
[Varlamov] Knowing isn't enough. We need proof.
Documents.
And finally...
witness statements.
Will Arisa's memory files do?
[Georgy] I thought you wiped it.
[Maslo] I blocked it. I found a workaround.
What about Toropov?
Toropov...
believes whatever I tell him.
Told you.
I have one condition.
Before we do anything, we get Sveta out.
[beep]
- [bleep] - Create ad template.
[ping]
- Print headline. - [ping]
- "Missing person." - [ping]
- "Zhanna Barseneva." - [ping]
"16 years old."
[loud rattling]
So, you thought about it?
I'll do it.
Great.
Go get changed.
[ominous music playing]
[beep]
"Height, 165 cm."
[ping]
"Long dark hair."
[ping]
- [Maslo] I'm ready. - [Vic-bot] I'm ready.
[distant rumble of thunder]
Something wrong?
I don't get it. Is he going to keep mumbling like that?
- [Maslo] What do you mean? - [bot] What do you mean?
He's the CEO of the biggest...
corporation in the country.
The almighty Victor Toropov.
I can't stand his voice.
Igor...
give Toropov's microphone...
to Pavel Borisovich.
- Read the ad. - [ping]
[system] Missing person. Zhanna Barseneva.
Sixteen years old. Height, 165 cm.
Long, dark hair.
Brown eyes.
- Save. - [ping]
[beep]
Call Dad.
- [ringtone] - [hangs up]
[pulsing music playing]
Victor Pavlovich?
- Is something wrong? - [Vic-bot] No.
I'm here for Svetlana.
At this hour?
There's less traffic.
It's just, Svetlana's asleep right now.
Besides, you have to talk to the Head of Department first.
Call him, then.
I'm sorry, but I think he's resting at home now.
There have to be some rules, you know that.
Rules, you say?
I'm telling you to bring Svetlana immediately.
Or I'm calling the police.
And my own Security.
They'll turn this place upside down.
- Do we understand each other? - Yes, of course.
I'll prepare Svetlana's paperwork.
[pulsing music continues]
[Maslo] How long before she wakes up?
[Georgy] If only we knew what they drugged her with.
In any case, we should call a professional.
Well?
I held up my end of the deal.
[Varlamov] Hospital security cameras.
This is the man who took Barseneva.
I know him.
Really?
He's Toropov's man.
Why does he want the girl?
[engine rumbling]
[tense music playing]
[indistinct female voice over PA system]
[tense music continues]
[rumbling]
[engine stops]
[handle turning]
[Zhanna] What's that?
[Gleb] Listen carefully.
You're going to drive up here, to the terminal. No closer.
That's important.
You get out of the car, run about ten meters away.
Yell some Liquidator slogans.
Then you press the button.
Then you get lost in the crowd and bail.
Try anything funny, you know what happens.
Go.
[tense music continues]
- [cab door slams] - [engine starts]
[reversing signal beeping]
[engine rumbling]
[loud clattering]
[bracelet beeps]
[Varlamov] That's it.
He can't get out of this one. Got anything else?
How should I know? She's got 13 terabytes of memory.
Like I said, broken neck.
[ringtone]
Yes, Egor.
Dad, I think I've found Zhanna.
[Georgy] Zhanna? Where are you?
Industrial park in Koptevo. I'll send you the address.
What are you doing? I told you to stay at Grandpa's.
I'm in some kind of truck. There's a bomb in here.
A bomb?
Are you sure?
- I can't talk right now. - Egor!
[bleep]
- Call Egor. - ["number busy" tone]
- Koptevo. - What's in Koptevo?
[Maslo] The Cronos factory is there.
They're opening a production line for the new Arisa.
What, are they making killer robots there?
There won't be any killer robots.
I don't know why Vic's pretending. They don't have the technology.
So that's what the bomb is for.
That will take too long. Let's go.
[elevator pings]
[ominous music playing]
We're about to witness the grand opening of our factory
from the main observation point.
Welcome to the future.
Follow me, please.
[whirring]
[hum of machinery]
NO ENTRY
[brakes hissing]
You take it from here.
The detonator.
Wait for the signal.
Alright. Don't mess it up.
Hey.
- What are you doing here? - I'm here to help.
Go away. You can't be here.
- We've been through this. - We haven't! I have to save my brother.
I know.
I'll drive.
I know that this will be a great victory for our country
in the global science and technology market.
One small step for a robot, one giant leap for robotics.
And now...
I would like to ask...
the Minister of Social Security
Andrey Dmitrievich Dnestrov
to officially open our factory.
Thank you.
As they say, without further ado...
[fanfare playing]
[polite applause]
[fanfare builds]
[fanfare ends]
Major Varlamov. Get me your shift supervisor, now.
I need the shift supervisor here, ASAP.
Ladies and gentlemen.
In just a few moments,
you'll see the first next-gen empathetic bot
come off our assembly line.
- [bleep] - We're up.
[engine revving]
[tense music playing]
- Are you Head of Security? - Yeah. What is it?
Major Varlamov, CCD. Evacuate the premises immediately.
- Calm down. It's all under control. - What control?
There's a bomb on the premises. Evacuate them.
- How do you know that? - [Georgy] Do you want to die?
Do as he says.
Gentlemen,
do you have any idea of the disruption you'll cause?
- We have ministers here... - Forget them. There's a bomb!
Everyone's getting blown up!
[tires squealing]
[Zhanna] Egor, stop! We need to stop sooner.
Egor, stop!
- [screeching tires] - [crash]
Let's go.
There they are!
[Varlamov] Where is that?
Goddamn it. Who let them in?
- There's a bomb in there. Where is it? - Main factory floor. Take them there.
Now!
All points, code 510.
[pulsing music playing]
[Egor] Listen up, everyone!
This factory is a mistake!
You and people like you are trying to replace humans with...
You call this an opening ceremony?
[Egor] We, the Liquidators...
Andrey Dmitrievich, they're just Liquidators. Street urchins.
Life to the living! Death to the bots! Life to the living! Death to the bots!
Let's go.
Egor!
[Georgy] Egor?
Egor!
[Georgy] Everyone leave the building immediately. There's a bomb!
Run, it's gonna blow!
[panicked voices]
Dad.
Don't shoot!
Well?
He pulled up too close.
- We're in the blast zone. - Gleb, wait.
Vic, an explosion won't change anything at this point.
But you can still disappear.
[woman screams]
Stop!
[Egor] Dad, we have to save Bars.
[Georgy] Zhanna.
Please give me the detonator. You're not going to help Bars like this.
You're only helping Toropov.
He's the one who came up with this. He needs this factory destroyed.
What's Toropov got to do with it? It's V.S. He's a Liquidator.
He really does work for Toropov.
[grunting]
[yelling]
[choking]
[groans]
[loud crash]
Please, give me the detonator.
Zhanna, trust me.
[pulsing music playing]
So you really would...
do anything...
to protect me?
Yes.
[pulsing music continues]
Good.
Let's go.
Can you stab Safronov in the throat with this?
- Is it necessary to... - To protect me.
Of course.
[panicked voices]
Arisa?
It's me, Georgy.
Run, Georgy.
Toropov has the second detonator.
So you remember me after all?
I never forgot you.
Run.
Safronov, don't just stand there. Run.
[door slams]
[engine revving]
[rattling]
[sirens in distance]
[beep]
[roaring flames]
[melancholy music playing]
[music continues]
[loud blast]
[shattering glass]
Son of a bitch.
[kicking continues]
Leave him alone.
Hands behind your back!
[handcuffs click shut]
[sirens approaching]
[solemn piano music playing]
THREE MONTHS LATER
[ringtone]
[Alla] Hi. How was your flight?
Got here in one piece.
I'm fine, Mom.
- How are you? - We're fine.
Lev is working. I've taken up yoga. Sonya's going to school. Right?
The neighbor girl calls me Sophie.
Dad, we have bugs this big at home!
Wow.
Gera, let's catch up soon. Sonya and I have to go. Bye.
Hugs!
- Bye. - Bye.
[hangs up]
Dad, pull over here, please.
- Well, see you tonight. - See you tonight.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Sonya asked me to give this to Yana.
She really wants to meet her.
OK, I'll give it to her.
- Say hi to Zhanna. - OK.
[guard] Lunch.
[key in lock]
[door creaks open]
Why won't they call me in?
Where's my lawyer?
I'm talking to you!
[loud crash]
[ambient music playing]
- [bleeping] - [system speaks in Chinese]
[bleeping]
[ping]
[Sveta] Igor, you still tinkering with that?
It's been so long.
It's obviously no use.
Come on, think of it as my hobby.
Sure.
But I think you should have a break
and take me out to lunch.
You haven't eaten yet, have you?
I don't remember.
- [beep] - Svetlana Alekseyevna.
Excuse me. You asked me to remind you about your meeting in ten minutes.
Move it.
I'm sorry, but everyone is already there.
Move it.
Of course, I will move it. How much later?
One hour.
Alright.
[hangs up]
Come on.
Alright, Sveta. Just a couple of minutes.
Maslo!
Come on.
[disc rattling]
CCD
[drone buzzing]
What was that about?
What do you mean?
Why did Toropov's lawyer come to see you?
Oh, nothing.
He offered a deal.
- A deal? - A deal.
Toropov has finally agreed to give us all his accomplices.
He promised to tell us stuff that would make saints blush.
In exchange, he wants a few years knocked off his sentence.
What did you say? "It's a deal"?
No, no deal!
Toropov's serving the full sentence.
Screw you.
Pavel Borisovich.
He's your boss, remember.
And you keep yelling at him.
He'll be fine. My yelling didn't kill anybody yet.
Hey...
Want to grab some dinner?
It's two in the afternoon.
Do you mean "grab some lunch"?
No.
I mean dinner.
OK.
I'll pick you up at seven.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, and give this to Svetov.
[panting]
- [bang on door] - [guard] Barsenev, out.
You have a visitor.
[pulsing music playing]
[door opens]
[buzzing]
[pulsing music contiunes]
[buzzing outside]
[missile firing]
[loud blast]
[soft ambient music]
Hey!
Hooray!
[Yana] Hooray, Uncle Gera!
Hey!
[smooching]
- How are you? - Good.
- How's mom? - She's great.
I have something for you.
- Go show your mom. - Hooray!
Look, Uncle Gera gave me a present!
Uncle Gera spoils you.
It's not Uncle Gera. It's Sonya, my daughter.
She wants to meet you.
- Did you have lunch? - We were waiting for you.
You need to eat regularly. You're still weak.
- You're such a drag. - You have no idea.
But I like you taking care of me.
Get used to it.
[whirring]
[system speaks in Chinese]
- It's just that... - Come on.
- [bleep] - Excuse me.
UNKNOWN NUMBER HELP ME
[ominous music playing]
[happy pop music playing]
Hi, Arisa.
Hi.
[happy pop music continues]