Hey.
[Margot] Hey.
Wake up. Happy anniversary.
[kiss]
Happy anniversary. What time is it?
[sighs] Early, sorry. I wanted to get a run in before work.
[Rob] Hmm, so sweaty.
I have an insane day.
I wanted to tell you... to your face before you leave.
I love you.
Oh.
And tonight, we're going to drink wine.
-Oh, yeah. -Mm-hmm.
Yeah, and we're going to talk about grown up stuff.
It's nothing to do with work or the kids.
Oh, thank God.
And then... we're gonna fuck.
We're gonna what?
-Mm-hmm. [chuckles] -Okay.
I-- I'll get rid of the kids, and I'll, uh...
I'll manscape.
[laughs]
God, I love your plan.
But I love you even more.
-[moaning] -[alarm blaring]
-What? -Oh, God.
-[Margot] Are you kidding me? -[Rob] No, what the hell is going on?
-[Margot] What is going on, you guys? -Come on.
-[alarm continues to blare] -[fire crackling]
[ominous music playing]
-Jos, what happened? -Oh, God!
-Oh, my God. Are you okay? -[Rob] Back off, back off!
-Don't touch me! -I got it, I got it.
I got it, watch out. Move back! Move back, honey!
[fire extinguisher blows]
We got an alarm. There's a fire?
-Not anymore. -We're okay. Thanks, Frank.
Why is the house screaming?
Jos tried to burn it down.
-Teenage girl hormone rage, probably. -Shut up, Matty!
[Rob] All right, guys, come on. Everything's fine.
We got it all under control.
Now get ready for school, we're running late. Let's go, let's go.
[Matty] What d'you mean everything's fine? It's Chernobyl in here.
[Margot] Uh, that's a little dramatic, Matty.
[yelling in Spanish] Please, get ready, we are extremely late, please!
[in English] Jos, what happened?
I don't know.
[Rob speaking in Spanish] What's going on, honey?
We are not accusing you, okay?
If you left a spoon inside, well, for that...
I am not stupid, Dad!
I am not saying that, my love.
[in English] Hi! Hola! Can we speak English?
Honey, come on. Respectfully. How long have we been married?
Twenty years and you haven't picked up one word.
Didn't I get you the Rosetta Stone?
She hasn't the time to learn our language.
She's too busy kissing babies and cutting ribbons.
-Hey, hey. -Oh, come on, come on, Jos, Jos, come on.
You can't talk to your mom like that.
Hey, what's going on with you?
[phone ringing]
-It's Helen, I'm sorry. -Yeah.
-[Margot] I'm sorry. -That's okay, babe. It's okay.
This better be important.
[Helen] The fucking world is on fire.
We need you here. Now.
[ominous music playing]
[Aidan] Emergency Services are reaching their OT budget for the year.
[sighs] We need to hit up someone with deeper pockets.
Um, will you set a call with the Governor, please?
-All right, what else? -Puget Sound Energy.
Blackouts, blown grids, fuse boxes. They're saying it isn't equipment failure.
I think we should get an outside party to verify that. Please.
Another fire in Beacon Hill, a family restaurant.
The Chief is saying it's under control now,
but it spread to a neighbouring apartment building.
Three dead, several residents still missing.
Another teenage girl.
The family is insisting it was an accident.
The father claims the fire came from her hands.
Exact words.
Beacon Hill is predominantly Chinese immigrants.
Is it possible that something was lost in translation?
It's possible.
-You speak Mandarin, right? -[Liu] And Cantonese.
I'm on it.
Okay. Kick ass.
You all kick so much ass. Thank you.
Everybody has their marching orders, right?
[woman 1] It's the twelfth fire this week?
-[man] Crazy. -[woman 2] What the hell is happening?
[sighs]
Teen girls are setting shit on fire.
I'm not surprised, this world they're growing up in...
Yeah, I wish I could set some shit on fire sometimes.
Fires, girls, the power outages.
I mean, y'think they're somehow connected?
I'll look into it.
[door opens, closes]
[line ringing]
-Hey, Jos, I'm so sorry about-- -[hangs up]
My mom. Can't she just text like a normal person?
Have you heard about this weird electric thing girls are doing?
I mean, yeah, kind of. Why? What have you heard about it?
-I've heard that's what causes it. -What, texting?
No. Girls, you know, messing with themselves... with vibrators.
[chuckles awkwardly] Um...
Okay, well, I haven't heard that one yet.
Uh, but you know what?
I have a test for World Civ,
-so I will see you later, okay? Cool. -Oh. Okay.
Hey, Quinn. Uh, where's Cat?
Uh, probably ditching 'cause of the test. Did you study?
Yeah, kind of.
I don't know, like a whole chapter on the French Revolution?
Like, when am I actually going to use that in my life?
I know, right? I'm about to fail so hard.
-[electricity crackles] -[fire alarm sounds]
-Look at that. No more test! -Oh, my God. So fire!
[both laugh]
Hey.
This is Rob Lopez. He's in charge of these trials.
Nice to meet you.
[Liam] Dr. Lopez is going to take a look at the marks on your arm,
if that's okay, Sara?
Sure.
So, Sara... you okay?
Yeah.
Good, good, good.
Look, I'm sorry to hear about all the difficulty you've been having,
but I really don't think that it's--
it's anything that we can't fix, all right?
And look, I know. I-- I have two daughters at home,
and I know they worry about everything.
Okay, may I?
Okay.
[papers shuffling]
That's a lotta meds for such a little body, huh?
Sara struggles managing big feelings, especially when she's angry.
Right. And she's been diagnosed with Intermittent Explosive Disorder, huh?
Yeah, Sara didn't really start having these problems
until a couple of years back.
-Did something happen? -No, nothing... that we know of.
Just the violent collision with her nightmare teen years.
Trust me, I know all about that. [chuckles]
-I have one around her age. -Mm-hmm.
-Except mine's 17. -Mmm.
What does your daughter say when you try to talk to her about her feelings, huh?
Talk? Sara doesn't talk.
She screams. She hates me. She hates everyone.
I'm sorry.
Here.
Okay, let's see. We got, uh...
Depakote, Tegretol, Topamax, Abilify, Risperdal, PRN phenobarbital.
-Wow. -Yeah, we've tried everything.
But that's what caused the marks, right?
All the meds, and she had side effects from them and reactions?
No. None of these medications, even in combination,
could have caused anything like this.
I'm sorry. But, you see this, this scarification pattern right here?
It's, uh, it's very distinct.
It's called a Lichtenberg figure and it's uniquely caused by electrical burns.
So has Sara experienced electrical shock lately?
Maybe had an accident of sorts that you're not aware of?
No. No, I-- I mean, I don't think so.
She would tell me about something like that, wouldn't she?
Kellie, I'm sorry.
I know this is delicate, but I'm going to have to ask.
Are you sure that no one's been hurting her?
No. No. Not that I know of.
Just fights. Normal playground things.
With girls. With other girls.
[papers shuffling]
Right.
[ominous music playing]
[Viktor speaking in Romanian] The streets of Carpathia are burning.
These fires are not accidents.
They are acts of vandalism and anarchism. The perpetrators will face
capital punishment.
These are not just young girls, they are terrorists!
As your devoted president, I will restore law and order, God help me.
Fuck you all.
[crowd screaming in Romanian]
[announcer] Later this year, in October 1999,
the best gymnasts from 71 countries around the world
will come together in Tianjin, China, which will set the stage
for the ultimate prize, the coveted gold at the Sydney Olympics.
But first come the national competitions.
And in Carpathia, a surprising bright new talent is emerging.
It will mostly come down to my performance at the trials, which I should win easily.
I've been training since I was two years old, and I want to be the best.
I want to make my country proud of me.
And also my sister, Zoia.
[interviewer] And your mother?
Sure.
[announcer] Already a darling of the Carpathian press,
it's now a question
of whether she makes the team for the Tianjin push.
[interviewer] Can you tell us your name again, please?
My name is Tatiana Donici. And I'm 15 years old.
[director] Cut!
[laughing]
[door slams]
[warped chanting]
[Chioma] Boy, you're bold to be showing your face here!
Hm. My daddy is going to kill you.
How is she?
[Chioma] How do you think she is, Tunde?
Please.
Jesus.
[sighs] Thank you.
[nurse] All finished off.
Thank you, sir.
Look at me.
Ndudi...
Look at me!
[sighs]
Do you know the trouble I'm in?
I'm sorry.
[Ndudi] My dad wants to perform a deliverance.
Ndudi's parents said no visitors.
[Tunde] I'm going to find out what happened to you.
What this thing is.
[sighs]
[birds chirping]
[train screeching]
-[electricity crackling] -[groaning]
[voice] He fucking deserved it.
[Allie] Our Father, who art in heaven...
[voice] What has the Father ever done for you?
No one's ever come to save you.
Since the minute you were born,
this world's done nothing but kick you in the teeth.
[music playing]
[voice] It's time to stop playing nice.
And take what you need.
[American Now reporter] ...please call 911.
[Mrs Montgomery] Clyde was a good man.
He gave years of service to the Soul First Baptist Church. Years.
He didn't deserve to die like this.
[chatter on TV]
[American Now reporter] Police have confirmed
they identified 17-year-old Allison Montgomery
as a key suspect in this murder.
And the public have been asked not to approach her
as she is considered very dangerous.
[sighs]
[electricity crackles]
["Fights" by God Colony feat. Flohio playing]
[security guard] We're closing soon.
You new? I'm here to see my dad.
I'm Bernie Monke's daughter.
-Move. -You can't bring that in.
[music continues]
Oi oi!
[Terry] Madam, I'll be with you in literally one moment, okay--
Who the fuck is that outside?
You just head straight upstairs to the right.
That's where he'll be, madam, okay?
Uh, how's that one?
What did the police say about mom?
Oi. You can't just come in here!
-We're working! -Alright, alright. I got it, I got it.
How're you holding up, love?
I want to find the men who killed my mom.
I saw their faces. I can help.
Alright, listen, Rox. Listen to me.
I'm-- I'm so sorry about what happened.
Now I know you miss her. We all do. But Ricky's right.
This is a business and we've got customers downstairs.
Was it your business that got her killed?
Were they after you? Payback or something?
No, no. They reckon it was a-- it was a burglary gone wrong.
Stupid pricks. They picked the wrong fucking house, didn't they?
They said the girl wasn't supposed to be here, like...
Like they knew who I was.
They could have been casing the place.
They must have seen you coming and going.
I tell you what.
We'll look into it. All right?
Promise you.
I want them dead, Dad. I want to be there when you kill them.
Oi, oi, oi, no one's killing anyone.
I'm handling this with the police. This is a proper investigation.
Since when does Bernie Monke trust the police to handle his business?
You don't think this is killing me?
I loved your mom. I am taking care of everything.
But we have to be careful because we got coppers everywhere,
and I don't need you doing something stupid, little girl.
Do you hear me?
Right? Time to go.
Terry, show Roxy out.
-[Wendy] That's my boy. -[buzzer]
I know.
Well, he said Wednesday,
so I'm just sitting here waiting for him to call.
Well, I don't know, Kaleigh. Why did I think he'll change?
What kind of childhood bullshit do I have to unpick to be free from this arsehole?
[Wendy chuckles]
Oh, God. Okay, look, I gotta go. All right. 7:30.
Uh-huh?
I'd like to pawn this.
Well, now. This belong to something?
Came from a necklace.
Uh-uh. A necklace, you say?
Well, it's got some scratches on it.
[sighs]
I'll give you $100.
-That's a real ruby. -And I said I'll give you $100.
[voice] Remember those eels?
They made the fish swim right into their mouths.
[breathing heavily]
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I ain't giving my money to no meth addict.
-That is... -Now, you walk.
I'm sorry. I get a little lightheaded.
-I'm donating blood. -[Wendy] You do what now?
Blood. They pay $50 a pint.
-[Wendy gasps] -I forgot to eat my cookie after.
Oh, my gosh. Okay, well, sit down.
-Sit down. -Are you sure?
Of course I am! Sit your butt down in that chair.
Can I have something to drink, please?
-Well, of course! -[bell rings]
Oh, for goodness sake...
[door closes]
[voice] What you have is way better than any gun.
You'll see.
[Wendy] Here we go, darling. You can have some juice.
You want a cookie?
Okay.
I'll be with you in a minute there, Billy.
[Billy] I'm just looking.
[Allie breathing heavily]
You know, a real ruby like this, I reckon it's worth more. About...
$150.
Thank you.
[cash register dings]
You make me look like a crazy person.
[voice] I'm just helping you get where you need to go.
-And where the hell is that? -[voice] You'll know it when you see it.
Okay, fine.
[keyboard clacking]
[focused music playing]
[knocking on door]
[door opens]
[Shola in Yoruba] My friend.
Talk to me.
[in English] What kind of trouble is Ndudi in?
People are calling her a witch.
Mom, you know she's not a witch.
Tell that to her father.
[sighs]
[in Yoruba] I don't understand you anymore.
Hm?
[in English] You know that juju is dangerous.
Why are you messing with these things?
I wasn't thinking.
I-- I was following a story.
I'm sorry.
You need to fix this.
And do not talk about this with your sister.
I don't want her getting any ideas.
[in Yoruba] Do you hear me?
-I have heard, ma'am. -Thank you.
[in English] Hm? It's okay.
[door closes]
[intense music playing]
[computer dings]
One of the interns found it. It was posted by some kid in Nigeria.
Tunde Ojo. A vlogger with, like, 12 followers.
Anyone with Snapchat can do this, right?
It's like filters or something.
God, it looks so real.
And you should see the comments.
They are filled with kids saying that it's happening to them
or they've seen it before. Electricity coming out of their hands.
[Margot] Hmm...
All teenage girls?
From what I've seen, yes.
[sighs]
-Any word back from Governor Dandon? -[Helen] He's been in meetings all day.
Oh, horse shit. It's the Senate Campaign. He's fundraising.
His assistant said he has a private function for campaign
donors at the mansion tonight.
[sighs]
Fuck!
I guess that means I'm going to fucking Olympia on my fucking anniversary.
Can you please call Rob and let him know I'm going to be late?
Sure. Oh, can you do me a favor?
Okay, Mary Poppins. What are these?
In case there's press at Dandon's.
We've got negative feedback on those heels.
Too expensive.
These heels? That I paid $800 for 'cause you said
-I needed to look more aspirational? -[sighs]
I'm sorry.
The progressive base is a fickle mistress.
[chuckles]
These aren't too bad.
Okay.
Ah! Ow. They hurt.
You get what you pay for, I guess.
You know, Governor Dandon wears $1,000 Ferragamos.
No one says anything.
Whoever's obsessed with my shoes should get a fucking life.
[rap music playing]
How'd the World Civ exam go, huh? How'd you do?
It was fine.
Fine, just fine?
Yeah.
Okay.
You're on point, Jos.
♪ Now here's a fucking introduction Of how nice I am ♪
♪ Tell your mother Tell your father, send a telegram ♪
♪ I'm like an energizer 'Cause you see, I last long ♪
♪ My crew is never ever wack Because we stand strong ♪
Yeah, yeah! Mm, mm, mm.
[chuckles]
Oh, my God.
That-- that was the kind of music I used to listen to when I was your age.
It was so cool to me back then. Oh, my God.
You should, you should, uh, check it out sometime.
I think you might like it.
'Cause these guys, not only were they fun, but they were socially conscious.
You know, woke-- woke before even woke was a thing.
And the sampling, oh, my God.
It was everything. They used world music, jazz.
I mean, I know-- I know everybody samples now, but back then--
[music blares]
Alright, alright, I get it. I'm a lame dad, alright?
I'll just drive and shut up.
[music crackles]
-[Rob] Oh, shit! -[Jos yelps]
The fuck?
[tyres screech]
[Rob] Shit, honey.
Are you okay?
I'm okay.
What the hell was that?
I don't know. Um, like a static shock or something.
Jos, was that-- was that the same thing that happened with the microwave?
-Jos? -No.
You can tell me.
No. God.
Maybe your stereo is just old like your stupid music.
[door slams]
[Rob] Jos.
[mystic music playing]
[sighing]
-[clapping] -[twins singing] ♪ ...Ribena, sassasina ♪
♪ Big boys, pretty girls ♪
♪ Ribena, sassasina Big boys, pretty girls ♪
[Harrison] You okay?
-[Allie] What's the trouble? -Won't start.
-Can I take a look? -[Harrison] I got a guy coming.
[voice] Just another man underestimating you? Nothing to say here.
-Where are you headed? -Food bank.
Hush now. Telling everyone our business.
I grew up around cars. My dad's a mechanic.
Yeah, you got jumper cables in your back pocket?
Yeah, maybe.
Where'd you come from all alone?
Missed my bus.
You know what you can do to help me?
Tell me if that accelerator cable moves if I start it.
[door closes]
[revs engine]
-Ready? -[Allie] Mm-hmm.
-[Harrison] Nothing. -[Allie] Try again.
Again.
-Is she a wizard? -[Harrison] Anything?
-She's a witch. Girls can't be wizards. -[Allie] No. Again.
-Girls can be anything! -One more time.
[electricity crackles]
[car revs]
[chuckles] Hey, what'd you do? Huh?
[yells]
-Ow! Daddy! -[Allie] Please. No, no. Calm down.
-[Jesse] She burnt her! -[Kelsey] Daddy!
-What's happened? -Daddy, she hurt me!
-You stay away from my daughters! -No, no! She put her hand on a hot engine!
-You need to call-- -You get away from my daughters, now!
Don't touch me!
-[Allie grunts] -[Kelsey] Daddy! Daddy!
-Daddy, help! -Get back in the car. Get back in the car!
-[Harrison] Take it easy. -[Kelsey] Daddy, daddy!
[car door slams]
-[Jesse] Are you okay? -[Kelsey] Daddy... Daddy!
-[Harrison] Okay, girls, it's fine. -[Kelsey] Daddy...
[car speeds off]
[voice] That's what happens when you don't listen to me.
[hype music playing]
-[impact] -[groaning]
[low constant noise]
[muffled music]
Bloody hell! What did you do?
Don't you know how to ride a bloody bike, you stupid little girl?
[electricity crackles]
[driver] What the fuck!
[smoking]
[music ends]
[laughter]
Got you!
[coughing]
[laughing]
[chuckles]
He keeps looking at you.
Yeah, probably because you keep looking at him.
Go over there.
Absolutely not.
Why? What are you afraid of?
He's been with Brie Diaz. I don't have those kind of moves.
Jos, come on. It's not Disney on Ice.
-Just go over there... -Stop it!
-[Cat laughs] -My God.
A week ago, my life was like a four out of ten.
Now it's like a seven.
A seven?
We can electrocute shit.
[chuckles]
We can blow things up. Dude, a seven?
No, it's a ten.
It's a motherfucking ten.
[pop music playing]
[Margot sighs]
[music ends]
-Margot. -Daniel.
It's late.
My office did call... a lot.
[sighs]
-Oh, thanks. -Let's take this into the study.
Sure.
Everyone, this is Mayor Margot Cleary-Lopez.
Uh, sorry to interrupt.
-Deal you out, or deal her in? -Uh, let's take five. I won't be long.
I can't believe in this shitstorm, you're hosting a poker night.
Yes, with the guys who fund your housing initiatives
and literacy programs.
That's politics.
Deals that change lives sometimes happen at poker tables.
-Hard kombucha? -Yeah, sure. Thanks.
So I got your messages and I was going to call you first thing tomorrow.
Now, what do you need from me?
First off, I need you to answer the phone when I call.
I mean, we're in a state of crisis here.
There are a lot of fires to put out, some literally,
but I think "crisis" is maybe a little strong.
Oh, please don't do the whole
"Daddy Dandon's got everything under control" bit.
I get that you want to manage optics with the Senate campaign.
[Dandon] No, this isn't about my campaign.
This is about you coming to my house in the middle of the night,
screaming the "sky is falling", and guess what?
The sky is always falling. Because that's governing.
Now, how can I help you do that more effectively?
My EMS services are tapped. We need emergency funding.
Is there anything else?
Okay, um...
I'm going to show you something.
And I-- I know it seems crazy, right? But just-- just look at it.
Just watch.
See? I think everything that's happening, it could be connected to whatever this is.
-Margot... -I know, I know.
That is a video on Yoozer.
Yes, and it's the only thing that makes sense.
With all the reports we're getting.
You seem like you're under a lot of stress.
I am stressed. My city is on fire.
Isn't it your anniversary?
Yes.
[Dandon] How long?
Twenty years.
Wow. That's impressive.
It's hard to find that kind of balance in politics.
I will have a team look into this quietly.
And while that happens, you will wait patiently and quietly.
In the meantime, I will divert the funding you need.
Thank you.
But, Margot, I say this as someone who cares about you and your career.
Calm down, go home. Go hang out with your husband.
Okay. You're right.
Thanks.
[Dandon] Hey, it's no problem.
You do this as long as I have, you learn not to get your panties all in a bunch.
My what in a what?
Hey. You know what I mean.
Yeah. Yeah.
I know exactly what you mean.
[door slams]
[Margot sighs] Shit.
Thems is the last of the Thai leftovers.
It was late notice, honey. I'm sorry.
You know, you know, I had reservations at her friend's spot.
-I did. -No, I'm starving, and this...
This is really great. Thank you so much, I'm...
I'm sorry.
Don't worry about it. Don't worry, honey. French food gives me gas anyhow.
[chuckles]
Hm. Where'd you get those flowers?
You know the neighbours' barrel around the mailbox?
Their cat used to shit in the kid's sandbox.
-So that's kind of fair, actually. -[Rob] That's right. Damn straight it is.
-Ow! -[Rob] Damn. What happened?
Apparently the Internet hates my shoes and my face.
Don't touch it, don't touch it.
Let me get it, let me get it, let me get it.
So how was your day, huh? Anything fun or interesting happened?
Uh... No. Nope, nope. I don't wanna...
I don't want to talk about my day.
Okay, so what do you want to talk about then?
Uh...
Your manscape? Yeah, let's talk about that, Dr. Lopez.
Okay. Okay, little mama.
-Here you go. -[Margot] Oh.
Mmm.
No, you know what? We're going to talk about your day.
No.
I don't want to. Why do we have to talk about my day?
Because even with that trying-to-be-cute thing you're doing with your voice,
I can see that something's up, okay?
And you're bottling it, woman, and if you don't let that shit out,
it's gonna explode over the fucking place
and ruin our night, okay?
[Margot] Mm.
Sorry, sorry.
You know, I had this patient today, this-- this poor teenage girl.
I mean, she was so full of rage, it was crazy.
And they had her medicated till oblivion and she was still boiling over.
I don't know.
This whole world seems like it's boiling over these days, huh?
That's why you got to let that shit out, okay?
I can't.
Even if my face looks too angry for like one second,
I am emotional, irrational, hysterical and totally unelectable.
Bullshit. This is our space.
And I'm your husband and I say you can be angry here, okay?
So let that fur fly. Come on, be fucking angry.
Okay.
There is shit going on in this city. I'm talking real shit, right.
And meanwhile, in the age of cell phones and text messages and emails and Panogram,
I had to drive to fucking Olympia to get his attention for two minutes.
-And then you know what he said to me? -No, what?
He told me to not get my panties in a bunch.
Whoa.
I don't like him talking about my wife's panties like that.
You want to kick his ass?
-Wait, wait, you didn't? -Well, I wish! I could have taken him!
Oh, I know you could. I know you could!
So, so what did you say? 'Cause I know, I know you must have said something.
Nothing. Because I am a woman in politics
and he gets to shit on me all day long and I have to take it gracefully.
No, he's threatened by you, okay?
Because you're more capable, more qualified than he is.
So he has to knock you down and shut you up.
But you're not-- you're not gonna let him win, are you?
Well, he already did.
Because all I wanted to do tonight was have a nice meal and fuck my husband.
Okay. Sit right there.
-What do you-- -Wait, wait, don't. Here it is.
Here.
What? What is this? Like-- It's a present, or...
This is-- It's a wedding present from your crazy mother.
[Rob] Mm-hmm. Break it.
Yeah, go ahead.
Smash it. I'm serious.
[music playing]
-[glass breaking] -[Margot gasps]
Oh, my God!
Holy shit. That felt really fucking good.
Did it? Did it feel good?
-Whoo! Okay, I'm going again! -[Rob] No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Just a sec.
Let me get the Ikea backups, okay? No, no.
-You're crazy, I love it! -Hurry!
[bored moaning]
[reporter] Mysterious fires continue to rage across the world,
burning parks, businesses, homes and schools.
In many cases, officials have discovered an alarming connection:
girls, some as young as 12,
-appear to be responsible. -[both moaning]
[reporter] Are these deliberate acts of arson?
A social media fire-starting challenge gone horribly wrong?
Hmm.
[reporter] Overwhelmed fire departments across the globe are fighting
the flames and searching for answers.
In Carpathia, President Moskalev has declared
these young women as "terrorists"
and threatened arsonists...
[in Romanian] They are just girls, Viktor, silly girls doing pranks.
Surely you have more important things to worry about?
You think I don't know what's happening in my own fucking country?
[dog moaning]
-[reporter in English] Meanwhile... -[in Romanian] Leave me alone.
[reporter in English] ...in Tianjin, China a factory that builds cellular phones,
reported millions of dollars of damaged merchandise...
[knocking]
[Viktor in Romanian] What?
[man] A visitor for you, Mrs Moskalev.
[reporter in English] ...mostly young women.
[in Romanian] Your mother.
[door closing]
It stinks of shit out there.
You can't be ambitious like that in interviews, they won't like you.
You need to be grateful, surprised they even noticed you.
But I'm the best, that's why they interviewed me.
Dear God! Are you even listening to me?
Don't take so much, your sister has to train.
Show some humility. You're not a kid anymore.
-I don't work-- -We--
This isn't about you!
We don't work three jobs each,
all these shit hours to pay for your training
so you can ruin it with your arrogance.
You can't cartwheel with all that inside you.
OK, OK, I understand, don't be ambitious.
No! No!
Of course be ambitious, of course.
You must be ambitious...
but you mustn't show them you're ambitious.
They won't like it. A sweet little girl is what you have to be!
[laughter]
You've had work done.
Fancy bitch!
[door opens]
[wheels turning]
[door closes]
Aren't you going to offer me something?
You're cruel.
I learnt from the best.
Your father is dead.
He's dead and left me with nothing,
not a bean in the house.
Life is hard right now.
There's no work.
[sniff]
I have nothing to live on.
[sniff]
I've barely eaten in three weeks.
I have nowhere to wash.
[sniff]
And the bunions!
Look at my fucking bunions.
Put them away.
I've come for what I'm owed!
[scoffs]
[Tatiana] Dad died?
[Bunny] Mm-hmm.
His heart?
[Bunny] Mmm.
Drink.
And not one of his daughters attended the funeral.
I did it all myself.
Have you heard from Zoia?
Still nothing. Nothing in all these years.
I know she returned all those trinkets you tried to send her.
Ahh.
There is some feeling for your family.
-I knew it! -You should go.
But I only just got here.
You need to leave. Ruslan!
[Bunny] Tatiana! Tatiana, for God's sake, I am desperate.
Let me... let me stay here, rest a moment.
I will help you as you helped me all those years ago...
Thank you.
...which is not at all.
How can you say that?
Look at all you have!
You think this has cost me nothing?
Show her out.
No goodbye for me, Mama?
Your new nose looks shit.
[spits]
Ruslan, throw away the cakes!
[door closes]
[Roxy in English] I have it, Dad.
I can do it. [grunts]
[dogs barking]
I've seen the other girls, Dad, and I'm telling you,
they're not the same as me.
I've got fucking loads of it.
[electricity crackling]
[screams]
[whimpering]
[Allie] Why is this happening to me?
Why?
-Why? -[electricity crackling]
[voice] Because the world is in need of a revolution.
And you are going to be its voice.
[thunder rumbling]
[electricity crackling]
A better future is in your hands.
[airplane rumbling]
[phone ringing]
[snoring]
[sighs]
It's Helen. She wouldn't be calling unless it was important.
Okay.
Mm...
Hello?
[Margot clears throat]
What?
[police siren wailing]
[upbeat music playing]
[helicopter whirring]