Citizen X

Fresh meat straight off the farm.

Fresh? This body's a year old.

It's a sort of a joke.

Your predecessor would have got it.

Yeah, I understand he was funny.

Lazy but funny.

You said something about a farm?

Collective farm number five.

The big field right next to the--

This girl died in the woods.

I'm sorry, were you about to say, "Right next to the woods"?

Did you look through them?

No.

Well, better go back and look through them.

- For what? - For something I can use to identify her.

Her glasses, a cigarette butt-- anything.

If there had been anything like that, I would have brought it in.

You think we're all lazy?

Go back and search the woods.

- It's after 5:00. - I don't care what time it is.

Take an extra man. Tell Sasha it's on my authority.

Comb the area. Look under every leaf and every tree.

All right, all right.

I get the idea.

Heartless son of a bitch. What's he trying to prove?

He'll come around. He's new.

Dr. Machinski?

Your turn.

The body's ready for autopsy.

No, there's no question how the little girl was killed--

violent blow to the back of--

Shouldn't you do an autopsy all the same?

Comrade?

Did you help me get this job

so I could do your job too-- is that it?

- Man: Comrade Burakov. - What is it?

They're coming in with something for you. They want you to wait.

Tell them tomorrow is fine. I can't deal with it now. It's after 9:00.

Who cares what time it is?

Have a nice evening.

Burakov's voice: Violent blow to the back of the skull.

Multiple stab wounds to the face.

On the second body,

as many as 17 stab wounds to the face and eyes

along with striations of the eye sockets.

26 wounds to the chest and breakage suggesting

32 stab wounds with additional disfigurement to the breasts,

43 stab wounds to the face

along with traces of semen.

On the sixth victim, the penis has been removed

approximately 2.3cm above the junction

with some additional disfigurement of the genital area...

some additional disfigurement...

some additional disfigurement...

additional disfigurement of a nature that suggests

not so much a sharp instrument as teeth.

Yesterday, the men of the Rostov Militia

unearthed eight bodies in different stages of decomposition.

And you brought the odors of the grave

into the room with us as an olfactory aid?

How clever.

I assume the time you devoted to their examination

was the time you couldn't spare to get cleaned up.

Next time,

a little less diligence

and a little more hygiene.

In the rather poorly kept files of my predecessor,

I found records of seven other bodies.

If you don't mind, comrade,

I would like to start by introducing you

to the members of the committee.

General Ivanov,

head of KGB for the Rostov Oblast.

Comrade Dunenkov,

Comrade Tatevsky,

our mayor Comrade Ignatiev,

and of course, Comrade Bondarchuk,

Secretary for Ideology of the Oblast Communist Party.

I'm Colonel Fetisov.

I am in charge of the militia

of which your office is a small part.

I am also secretary of this committee.

Gentlemen, this is Comrade Burakov.

He is our new forensics expert.

They are a breed of men

who work in basements with chemistry sets.

One could hardly blame them for looking a little startled

when they come out into the light.

Comrade, please begin.

It's clear that we have a serial killer on our hands,

already the most prolific in Russian history.

We'll have to take extreme methods to stop him.

Did he say a serial killer?

We understood there were wide discrepancies between the wounds inflicted.

- That's what you told us, comrade. - And both boys and girls.

It could be two different men.

It could be a gang.

There are no serial killers in the Soviet state.

Well, that sounds more like wishful thinking than--

It is a decadent Western phenomenon.

Gentlemen, that's all we have for now.

Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules.

I'll keep you abreast of any developments--

no pun intended.

Welcome to the halls of power.

My God, no wonder nothing gets done.

In this case, it will.

- Why? - Because you will be in charge.

What?

You're in charge of the case.

In fact, of the entire department,

as we technically don't have one yet.

We have a division of most serious crimes,

but we'll put you in charge

of the killer department.

"The killer department."

But I'm not even a detective.

I'm a forensics man.

Haven't you always wanted to be a detective?

Well, yes.

Good. Then you're in charge.

Start by making lists of the manpower

and logistical support you think you may require.

Then outline a general approach

to beginning the investigation.

Report back to me tomorrow.

Good day.

Is there something else?

Forgive me, but we reached

the top of the regional apartment list in forensics--

my wife and two kids.

We've qualified for a two-bedroom.

We've been waiting for seven years.

If I take the new job, do I lose my seniority?

I personally guarantee

that you will get the next two-bedroom apartment

that becomes available in Rostov.

All right?

Now go home and tell your wife about your promotion.

Yes, sir.

Next, a special report on crime.

A deadly combination of heroin addiction and street crime

is ravaging America's cities,

as even their own "Time" magazine"--

Okay, let's hear it.

Let's hear what?

If this job is so great,

why are you so upset about it?

I'm supposed to keep it a secret.

I won't tell a soul.

For God's sake,

you're tracking dirt all over the place.

- I'm sorry. - What the hell Have you been doing?

They made me move some filthy boxes at the factory.

Good afternoon.

I'm from the police.

You are Mrs. Dudzinski.

Da.

It's about your daughter.

Where did you last see her?

It was over a year ago.

I don't remember.

She was your daughter.

How can you not remember where you last saw her?

Okay.

Did she have friends?

No.

She rode the trains all day.

She was slow.

Did he have friends?

Who?

What were their names?

Did he have habits?

The elektrichka.

Say again?

He rode the elektrichka.

He rode the trains? For fun?

All the time.

He finds them on the elektrichka!

He finds them on the elektrichka. I know it.

The elektrichka--

the trains that crisscross rural Russia.

I know what they are, comrade.

I don't ride them, but they do sometimes

get in the way of my limousine.

If I was hesitant in my reaction,

it had only to do

with a big unease.

About what?

The fact that you have only been a detective for 48 hours

and your intuition is already so highly developed.

Are you a genius or just given to bouts of enthusiasm?

I know the killer's method.

He picks up young people on the trains.

I've been to the station. They're all there--

the naive, the weak, the slow.

It's over. He's confessed.

What? Who confessed?

Some retard from the institution at Shakhty.

A gypsy. He's gonna show them the murder sites now.