Comrade Detective

Welcome back to Comrade Detective.

Now, uh, Channing, can we take a moment

to discuss the dubbing process?

Yes, please. I'd love to.

Uh, was it labor-intensive?

It was very, very, very hard, actually. Yeah.

I think I logged in around 107 hours in the booth.

-Whoa! 107 hours. -Mm-hmm. Yeah.

All day in a booth. You know,

you go in in the morning, come out at night.

It's really disorientating.

Did you lose your voice?

I damaged my left, uh,

whatever this part is.

-Neck. -Yeah.

I'm surprised that you didn't leave it

in the original Romanian and just go with the subtitles.

That's what I actually thought.

I had the exact same question, but the producers

told me that people don't want to read.

People read all the time.

Yeah, but doesn't mean people like it.

-I've written several books and... -Oh... you...

You've written them?

-I've written several books and... -Why?

It's what I... it's what I do to make money and...

Sorry, man, that's...

I hate to be the one to, like, break this to you,

but, like, literally no one is reading those things.

Huh.

I had the same reaction, to be honest.

Like, I was like, "What? No one's reading.

You're-you're serious? No one's reading."

And they said no.

Whoa.

Comrade Detective.

-Mama. -(gasps)

Andrei, you scared me.

Don't sneak up on your mother like that.

Can we go now?

I'm hungry.

Hmm. Let's go home.

You were crying.

Of course she's crying.

It's all your fault for informing on Papa.

No, Flavia, listen to me.

Andrei did the right thing.

And if your father is guilty, he deserves to rot in prison.

But if he is innocent, then he has nothing to worry about.

He'll receive a fair trial.

A fair trial.

Whatever. I'm going to the second floor

to check out the Florian exhibit.

Flavia, it's time to go home now.

But there are masterpieces up there.

Well, honey, if we stay here until you've seen

every masterpiece in the museum,

you'll be my age by the time we leave.

Pretzels! Get your hot, hot pretzels!

-Good afternoon. -Ah, good afternoon.

Ladies, sir.

Two pretzels, please.

All right. Choose your favorite pretzel.

Ah, those are good choices.

Have a good day.

Come on, let's go.

Pretzels! Get your pretzels!

Pretzels.

Ooh.

Aah. Oh.

Here, Andrei. Have mine.

Really?

Of course. Mom's right.

You did the right thing.

Kids, come on.

Come on.

I want you to start on your homework.

You know what would make this country even better?

-Inside. -If they outlawed homework.

Upstairs. Now.

-Why? -I said now! Run!

Run.

Listen to me.

Go into your room and hide under your beds.

Mama, you're scaring me.

Just do as I say!

Mama!

Stay there.

What can you tell me about this glove?

And why is there only one?

What's the purpose?

I don't know.

I've been set up.

First of all,

fuck you.

Second of all, fuck your sister.

Third of all, fuck your mother.

No, wait.

I already told you to go fuck your mother

when I told you to fuck your sister.

Why'd you kill the girl, Anghel?

I didn't kill anyone.

Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I'll tell you everything.

Give me a cigarette.

No games.

No games.

Normally, I like red.

This, this is disgusting.

Even by Western standards.

How do I look? Huh?

Good?

Can't you see what's going on?

Someone doesn't want us to solve Nikita's case.

Shut up.

Okay, so what happened?

Did she catch on to what you and Baciu were up to?

Come on, you can tell me.

It's simple.

See, I showed her a picture of your ugly face

and she grabbed a knife and she cut her own throat.

Get the fuck off me! Get the fuck off me!

-Guard! Guard! -Hey! I will knock your fucking teeth out!

-Get him off me! Fucking psycho. -Hands up!

I'm gonna see that you go away for a very long time.

And when you're gone, maybe I'll pay a visit

to that pretty milkmaid of yours.

How dare you!

Easy, Detective.

You see, I'm doing you a favor here.

Your kids are gonna need a man they can look up to

instead of some capitalist traitor.

We're not just gonna get youfor killing the girl!

We're gonna nail you for murdering Nikita!

You and your partner are gonna die in prison, Anghel!

Dick.

Mm.

Hey. Detective Anghel.

Remember me?

Mm, I'm glad to see your nose healed up nicely.

You think you're funny. You know what's funny?

You walking into a prison full of cons that you put away.

Oh, we gonna have some fun with you...

Oh, you fucking dick.

Oops. Looks like you fucked your nose up again.

-(groaning, grunting) Hey, hey.

Come on, keep, keep walking. Come on.

Come on, come on, you lazy prick.

Get in there and sit down!

They got you, too?

Mm.

They came to my house.

Took me right in front of my wife, my children.

Stay calm.

How can I stay calm?

Nikita is dead.

We haven't found his killer.

Now we're headed to prison,

where neither of us will survive the night.

Don't worry, I got a plan to get us out of this mess.

Your street smarts serve you well, Gregor.

I'd save the praise until after the plan's complete.

Why?

Because you're not gonna like what happens next.

What happens next?

You set me up, you son of a bitch!

Yeah! -He set me up.

-Fight, fight, fight, fight! -Kick his ass, come on!

-Get him off me. -You set me...

Come on...

Get him off me.

Nice.

Hit him again, come on, now.

Come on.

-(draws gun) -I'm sorry about this, Officer.

Oh, look at the big man now.

-(laughs) -(gun cocks)

Oh, shit! Damn!

-Oh, damn. -(tires screeching)

Whoa. We're gonna crash.

-Whoa. What the fuck, man? -Hey, hey.

If we don't get these cabbages to the hospital,

that child is gonna die.

-Whoa, what... hey. -Hey, hey, hey.

-Hey, hey! -Wait, wait, wait.

Hey, hey, hold on, hold on, stop!

Hey! Stop!

Oh, sh...

He's not stopping, he's not st...

Shit!

-(groans) -(prisoners coughing)

Give me your hands.

We got to go.

Now you can say it.

: Brother, we got to go.

Bro, let's get out of here.