Red Sparrow

This is an automated test

of your digital phone line.

Sorry for the interruption.

Charlie. Victor. Whiskey.

- Zero. - Edward.

- X. - Lincoln.

- Ida. - Alpha.

- Frank. - Alpha.

You're awake, Mama.

Morning, angel.

How did you sleep?

Not very well.

- I'm sorry. - You ready?

How do you feel?

A little stiff.

Go slowly, and I'll make some tea.

Mmm-hmm.

Squeeze mine.

Good.

- Hello. - You're late.

Are you in a rush?

Always, I'm a busy woman!

Toi toi, my darling.

- I should be back at 10:00. - Okay.

- Hello, Leni. - Hello, my beauty.

Tonight, you are the pride of Russia.

May I present my niece, Dominika Egorova?

And Dmitri Ustinov, a valued friend to the arts.

If there is ever anything I can do for you,

don't hesitate to ask.

May we have a photo?

Yes.

American!

American! Don't shoot!

American!

- American! - Get on your knees!

Ow!

Did you hear anything?

As far as we know, he got away clean.

They'll be in your apartment by now.

Anything sensitive?

No, no. Of course not.

Okay, you'll fly to D.C. in the morning.

It'll be a stink, but we'll get you out.

Doesn't look like anyone was actually killed...

but Washington has questions.

So I gotta ask, what the fuck were you thinking?

I was protecting my asset.

- How'd that work out? - He got away, didn't he?

Well, I guess you should hear it from me.

Those guys in the park?

Word is they were vice cops, looking for Chechen dealers...

or some family guy getting a blow job in the bushes.

They weren't there for Marble. They just got lucky.

Chances are they would have questioned you,

and let you go.

But you can bet your ass they're looking for him now.

They are expecting you, Deputy Director.

Thank you.

Terrible news about your niece.

I trust she's recovering.

She's in surgery now.

But the prognosis for her leg is not good.

Sorry to hear that. Drink?

That depends. What's the occasion?

I think you'll want one.

There was an incident last night, at Gorky Park.

Undercover narcotics agents saw what they thought...

was a drug deal in process.

When they moved in to question this man...

the other man fired his weapon.

A clear attempt at distraction.

Now we know his name is Nate Nash.

Officially, a commercial counselor, but he's CIA.

He left the country this morning

on a diplomatic passport.

However, the man he was meeting...

doesn't panic, doesn't run.

He simply walks away.

My question is...

who is he?

Your Uncle Vanya has come to visit the invalids.

You look well.

Doctor said you wouldn't be walking for months.

Doctors don't know everything.

No, they don't.

I'll make some tea.

Let me help.

I'm glad my brother isn't here to see

what that clumsy fool did to you.

It would have broken his heart.

It was an accident.

Are you smoking?

I can smell it on you.

Why not?

I've heard they already have a replacement

for you at the company.

This girl named Sonya.

Apparently she's good.

Not as good as you, but with time she can learn.

Have you read the reviews?

Competitive as you are.

Have you come to commiserate, Uncle?

No, I've come to help.

Tell me, this apartment,

it belongs to the Bolshoi, right?

How long do you think they will let you stay here...

now that you are no longer part of the company?

Three months, six months? If they are generous.

And what about medical coverage for your mother?

- They pay that as well, right? - Yes.

Does she know?

She's not stupid.

Of course not.

And I know I haven't been around as much

since my brother died.

But I'm here now.

And I want to help you.

So come see me when you're ready. Please.

I have something for you.

You know, Dominika...

there are no accidents.

We create our own fate.

Sonya?

Hey.

How are you?

What is it?

I'm scared.

I went to see her at the hospital.

The way she looked at me, she knows.

She doesn't know.

What we have done is a sin.

They've always favored her.

No one else ever got a chance. Is that fair?

Isn't that a sin?

Good! I think it's enough for tonight.

Get some rest.

In three minutes.

There's been an accident at the Bolshoi Theatre.

Women's locker room. Please hurry.

Leni?

Mama?

Mama?

What? What happened?

No one was here.

Where was Leni?

The Bolshoi said they wouldn't pay her anymore.

I'm going to take care of us.

I'm gonna take care of us now.

Could have come to my office.

It's cold outside.

Not yet.

You broke her jaw.

You always had a temper, haven't you?

You said you could help us.

If you help me.

So what do you want me to do?

State security is interested in

knowing more about Dmitri Ustinov.

You met him at the Bolshoi. Remember?

He likes you.

A broken bird that he could help.

Something his ego won't be able to resist.

So in a few weeks, when your leg is better...

I want you to get to know him.

And get close to him. And win his trust.

How do you propose I win his trust?

You've always known how to put on a show, Dominika.

Find someone else.

Have you ever seen a state-run hospice?

Rats in the hallways, patients lying in their own waste?

If you do this, Dominika...

I will make sure your mother can keep her doctors.

And I can make sure you can stay in your apartment.

But only if I can show you can be of value to the state.

It's one night. That's all I ask.

Do this for your mother, Dominika.

He has dinner at the Hotel Andarja

every Friday at 9:00.

A car will arrive at your apartment

to bring you to the hotel.

Now, you carry nothing with you.

We will arrange a room and something for you to wear.

Make yourself presentable.

And wear your hair the way you wore it

that night at the Bolshoi.

And let him see you. Just sit at the bar.

Now, he sits at the same table,

overlooking the restaurant.

You will stand out from the sort of women

who tend to go there.

I'm certain he will initiate contact.

And just do what he asks.

And when he drops his guard,

I want you to replace his phone with a duplicate.

I will make sure you are safe.

- Glass of champagne, please. - Certainly.

Dominika Egorova.

What a pleasure. May I join you?

Actually, I'm waiting for a friend.