The Eastern Gate (2025) s01e05 Episode Script

Kajetan!
I knew you'd come back sooner or later.
Who are you?
You don't look like her at all.
What do you want?
Where's your sister?
I don't know.
We haven't been in touch.
- You're lying.
- I swear, I don't know where she is.
I beg you, I have a son!
And I no longer have a son.
Take care of her.
And check her phone.
- Hello?
- Where are you?
I'll be a bit late.
I took a slight detour.
It's not what we agreed on.
I'm leaving in a sec.
We're close to the border.
I hope so.
Time is running out.
- Hurry up.
- Don't worry.
We'll be ready in two days.
Have you found anything?
Hi.
It's me. I'm calling in case
you worried about me.
A bomb exploded here
in a hotel last night.
They're saying
a Polish guy blew himself up
but you know
how the truth is treated here.
I'm safe and sound.
I hope you guys are okay too.
Say hi to Kai.
Everything is falling into place.
EASTERN GATE
You look great.
Do I?
That's good.
Don't wait up for me tonight.
I wasn't going to.
Where are you going?
Lange told you to stay here.
You'll need support.
I'll manage.
Oh yeah?
Yeah.
Like you did in Kaliningrad?
Listen.
When Lange showed me footage
of you being beaten and tortured,
I had flashbacks I didn't want to see.
What flashbacks?
Of my father beating up dogs.
When he'd sober up, everything pissed him
off, especially barking dogs.
At first I'd try to stop him, but then
I could only stand there and stare
as he beat them up.
He beat them and they'd just whimper.
I didn't know.
One morning, we woke up
and he wasn't there.
He was gone.
And he never came back?
I'll never leave.
We've only got each other, you know?
Lange keeps telling us we're one
big fucking family, but that's bullshit.
After our expiry date,
they dispose of us like we're rubbish.
And they'll do it to you, too.
We'll finish this mission
and go away somewhere together.
We'll disappear.
We'll find a house
by the lake.
And what are we going to do there?
I'll wash your socks
and you'll read me bedtime stories?
In that house?
Okay.
I need to finish the mission first.
WARSAW, POLAND
- In Swiatki Ilaweckie?
Here.
The only base covering the Suwalki Gap
and its vicinity has stopped working.
Since a few days ago, increased numbers
of flights have been noted.
Mostly from the Middle East and Africa.
All of them to Kaliningrad.
That means we're going to have
even more guests in our forests.
The Russkies will have those planes
full of refugees
with their own instigators among them.
The same goes for Belarus.
Lithuanians are saying a big group of
refugees is heading our way from Grodno.
They have already set up
an illegal camp in Krynki.
So we'll soon have little green men
among our people too.
Let the Border Guard worry about it.
We've got other issues.
Tamara Sorokina, the nuclear engineer,
shot my agent.
He ended up in hospital in Podlasie.
He overheard that Sorokina would be
ready with something in two days.
And that it would be close to the border.
She'll be be ready with what?
I think she was talking
about a dirty bomb.
The kind that blows up
and disperses radioactive material.
- Fuck, then we need our people out there.
- To me, it doesn't add up.
Such bombs work best in cities,
not out in the woods.
This is why I'd bet on Minsk.
You know what's in two days?
High school finals.
Victory Day.
It's the perfect time
and perfect place.
Did you miss me?
I came to return the car
and to thank you.
Like bringing sand to the beach.
Your stash might not be enough
for the mood I'm in.
How will you go back home?
Who said I will?
Will you get me some water?
Let's raise another toast.
our roots.
Why won't you go back to Poland?
But this is Poland, too.
It just left us temporarily.
Minsk belonged to us for centuries.
We lost it at our own request.
But you'll see.
We'll get it back.
We'll be the elite here one day.
- May I call you that?
- As you wish.
World wars change everything.
Big conflicts
move borders.
They form new countries.
It's always been like that.
my mother's grandma,
came from Vilnius.
And her heart
remained there forever.
In Poland.
Yeah?
Do you have reception?
I need 30 seconds.
Unlocked. Launching disc copying.
Madam Consul, I'd like to talk to you.
It's late. Maybe tomorrow.
I insist.
Have a seat.
Hand me your telephone, please.
You must be joking.
You're under arrest
on suspicion of crime.
Relevant services are coming for you
from Poland faster than you'd expect.
I reckon you're a Russian spy.
And you planned to cause
Consul Klemensiewicz's death.
I suspect that Michal's death
is also your work.
We found him dead, poisoned.
Where have you been
for the last couple of hours?
Is this an official interrogation?
Who sent you here
after Consul Niedzwiecka's death?
I don't believe her death
was an accident.
Neither do I.
Wasn't it perhaps you who urged Inka
to help Niedzwiecka commit suicide?
Unlike them both,
you have access to weapons.
What kind of sick idea is this?
Someone helped Inka, too.
That must have been
someone from the embassy
who knows where Consul Klemensiewicz
brings his fancy bottles of French water.
Aren't you in charge of security?
And Michal committed suicide.
You yourself said
that he was moved by Inka's death
more than we'd have expected.
This is Colonel Zbigniew Lange,
of the Polish Intelligence Agency.
I'm glad you're here.
Someone put her here
to replace Niedzwiecka.
Who wouldn't have come up with the idea
to shoot herself in the head.
Am I right, Ewa?
Ms. Jankulowska
is from counter-intelligence, right?
Ewa is one of ours.
Why do I know nothing about it?
And why do you think?
For fuck's sake, Lange.
It doesn't change a thing. She's working
for Russians, not us. I'm sure.
Why do you think that?
Do you want to say something?
I understand where
your determination is coming from.
Lemanski brought Consul Niedzwiecka
to suicide with a similar video.
Did he want anything from you?
If not, it's just a matter of time
and you know it.
For fuck's sake!
What's up?
Tamara Sorokina
fell off our radar for a while.
Did she discover the glasses?
Fucking great.
After a few days, it turned out
she came to Poland.
She went looking for you
and found your sister.
I'm sorry.
Blazej went there but didn't make it
in time. He was shot twice.
He's in hospital, barely conscious.
He only managed to overhear
that Sorokina is making some bomb
for the day after tomorrow
somewhere near the border.
To me, it makes no sense.
Where is Kai?
He wasn't there.
But where is he?
We'll find him.
I swear.
I have to make a call.
Hello?
Kai, where are you?
Have you talked to Mum?
I can't reach her.
Auntie?
Auntie!
Kai, mate, go to sleep!
We're going to Krynki in three hours.
Where are you now?
Krynki is next to the border, isn't it?
Watch out for yourself, please.
You sound like my mother now.
Gotta go.
Let me know when Mum calls you.
Bye.
You're going back to Warsaw
with me tomorrow.
We'll fix things
so you can go back to service.
What about Ewa?
Ewa is doing great without you.
Unless you fucked her over.
I am not a traitor.
Boss.
You sure about that?
Finish the mission without me.
- My sister is dead.
- What do you mean, dead?
Sorokina killed her.
And she's about to fucking kill Kai, too.
- I'm going back to save him!
- You're not fucking going anywhere!
Leave us.
You're an officer
of the Polish Intelligence Agency.
I'll treat you
as a potential threat to state security.
And let me remind you
that counter-intelligence protection
for ex-officers in this country
is pure fiction.
I don't want to leave you here.
But I'll have to.
Think about that.
I'll go.
Ewa, I'll go get him.
I'll find him
and take him to a safe place.
I'm done for anyway.
Lemanski speaking.
Did you order the tuning
of a Kingenthal accordion?
Yes, I did.
Regulation of the register mechanism.
You can pick up
the instrument later today.
Oh fuck.
IT WAS NICE.
TOO BAD YOU CAN'T REALLY
HOLD YOUR BOOZE.
I HAD TO GET BACK TO THE EMBASSY.
COOKIEMONSTER: THERE WAS NOTHING
IN THE PRAYER BOOK
SMARTIE:
DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE
Where's Skiner?
He went to look for Kai.
It won't exactly help him
save his reputation.
Somebody told me once that this job
is like digging your own grave
and complaining that you're seeing
less and less of the horizon.
Maybe that's why safehouses
are usually located in the basement.
I'm off to pretend I'm Madam Consul.
Or I'll get my ass fired.
Take over the mole
now that we've found him.
I'll be in touch.
He left the house.
He's heading south.
I'm following him.
Nothing like moving
into the same embassy for a third time.
Third time's the charm, Consul.
How's Mum?
We lost him.
I'm sending you a pin where,
maybe you'll have an idea.
Sure. Say hi to her from me.
Madam Consul.
I'll keep it to myself.
Call me Ewa.
It's Victory Day tomorrow.
We have a few places to be.
Such is our job.
Theatre, parade, some other spots.
I'm begging you, no shenanigans.
You'll help me and I'll help you.
How did you get into the service?
I studied psychology.
One guy there grabbed my ass.
More than just the ass.
And I got carried away.
More than just a bit.
That was it for him.
You should have ended up in prison,
not in Minsk, I guess.
I don't see much of a difference.
Skiner, my partner,
was doing research at the university
and helped make it look
like an accident.
And I owe him a debt of gratitude.
A curious partnership.
Could you take a look?
They lost Lemanski here.
Do you know this place?
Yes, it's next to where
the would-be national hero,
Oleg Skopintsev, grew up.
That Skopintsev?
Yes, him.
Interesting coincidence, isn't it?
"Arrested in Warsaw
while taking over documents
that were carried out from the MND
by an enlisted Polish official.
- Spent two years in Polish prison."
- Didn't disclose a thing.
- I've never seen these files.
- Because I'm the only one who has them.
I was the one who took him down before.
Cryptography, communications,
IT at the FSB Academy in Moscow.
And earlier? Any family?
His parents died in an accident
when he was nine.
Here, in Belarus?
His father was Belarusian,
his mother was Russian.
As an only child,
he went into an orphanage here.
What if Lemanski grew up there too?
Perhaps you should look into that.
Lithuanian intelligence reported
that a false flag operation
with Russians dressed in Polish uniforms
might be in the works close to Krynki.
We have to deal with this discreetly.
So that they don't drag us and NATO
into fuck knows what.
Officially, our soldiers won't be there.
The Border Guards will support us.
Media must know nothing.
Especially since we have a much
more serious issue to handle.
It's likely that Tamara Sorokina
is constructing a dirty bomb there.
Remember this face.
Keep your eyes open.
We operate as if we're not there.
We have to take her alive.
Be ready to take any and all measures.
Nobody wants a war.
That will be our joint success.
KRYNKI, POLAND
The Border Guards,
who normally come here,
moved on to some other operation.
We jest shouldn't turn the lights on
at night.
We've got it under control.
Two buses will be here in an hour or so.
- Tomorrow everyone will be long gone.
- We'll see.
There's so many of them.
What's there in those buildings?
Supposedly nothing.
It used to be a chemical plant.
ORPHANAGE NO. 5
MINSK
Good morning. How can I help you?
Please have a seat.
I'm Olga Babitch.
Are you the director here?
No, darling, just a regular caretaker.
- Are you a journalist?
- Yes.
We've had Western press come here,
and I told them we know nothing
about the children of political prisoners.
I'm sorry, I can't do interviews.
I'm from our state journal, The Star.
Can I talk to the director?
I'm sorry, she's busy now.
Everyone is after some scoop.
Journalists are hyenas.
They say we violate human rights.
We're just helping kids who aren't
responsible for their parents' actions.
I know. Please don't get upset.
I'm Vera Zaytseva.
What do you want to know?
I'm writing a piece
about Oleg Skopintsev.
I know he grew up here.
I don't remember him, I'm sorry.
We cannot disclose the personal data
of our children, anyway.
Even if one of them is a national hero?
Oleg spent two years
in a Western prison.
He fought to keep NATO from throwing
their weight around along our borders.
He fought against the nationalists.
Where did he get such strength of heart?
He grew up here.
People like you raised a hero.
We need role models now,
more than ever before.
Don't you think?
POLISH-BELARUSIAN BORDER
Kill on the spot. Don't speak Russian.
Leave out a few wogs as witnesses.
What a pleasure it is
to work with you, Colonel.
How long now?
A bit. There's a Border Guard checkpoint.
They'll lead us.
- Do we have enough people?
- I hope so.
Whatever the Russkies try to pull,
it'll get pinned on us.
This is our yearbook.
I don't know
if you'll find anything in there.
You can have a look, but only in here.
- Certainly.
- Thank you.
I'll just go
and check the archive downstairs.
Thank you.
There's a journalist upstairs.
She's asking about you, Oleg.
Olga Babitch from The Star.
The name is real, I checked,
but the editors don't know
of anyone writing such a piece.
Deal with her.
That's what I thought.
Almost there, get ready.
Attention, we're really close.
Hand these out.
OLEG SKOPINTSEV
VIKTOR SKOPINTSEV
So he wasn't an only child, after all.
Fuck, they located us.
Easy! Only civilians here!
Skopintsev had a brother.
Around the same age.
- Do you think it's Lemanski?
- Hold up.
Fuck, Tamara is here!
Sorokina!
Remember me?
Director Halaj here,
I can't answer your call right now.
Please leave a message.
I see them. We're going in!
Border Guard! Hands up!