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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.

What's your problem?

Don't you remember
what you told us?

They're
coaching him!

They're experienced
detectives.

That's it.
That's where
I killed her.

Man:
Again, you fucked up.

This is
the how many-eth time?
The 12th?

He leaves for
an appointment with his spring
supplier's on Tuesday.

Comes back Thursday
saying it went fine,

and Monday I hear
they never saw him.

He never showed up.

Do you have
any explanation

for your miserable
performance?

I'm gonna
take you down

and show you
to the workers
on the line,

see what they
think of you.

This is the man
who stopped the
chain of supply.

This is
the man who stopped
our work today.

Have you
nowhere to go?

Are you hungry?

I hope
this latest murder

puts to rest the idea
that the gypsy boy did it.

Why?

Because he was in custody
when this one was killed.

So what?
It could be a gang

of which he was
only a part.

We can't discount
the man as a suspect

quite so cavalierly.

He did confess.

I have some requests
to make.

We have 16 bodies

and no reason to believe
we found all that
are out there.

In my opinion
it's a state of emergency.

And for that reason,

I have to ask
for more men--
a lot more.

I also need
computers

so that I can start
a library of information
about the case.

And I need to communicate
with the FBI Serial
Murder Task Force

in Quantico, Virginia,

the largest storehouse
of information

about serials murderers
in the world.

And finally, we need
to publicize the case

as widely as possible:

first, to warn people
of the danger;

second, to get
more of the unknown
bodies identified;

and third, in the hope
of bringing forth

a witness
to one of the crimes.

No.

No to what?
No to everything?

Are you mad?

There's a maniac
out there who'll
kill every child

in the goddamn district!
Stop this insolence!

Is there something
you want to say, Colonel?

No, sir.

You handled that
quite deftly.

Bondarchuk is
a stupid man.

He may be stupid,

but he is in charge.

How can it be that
you don't seem to know

how things work
in the Soviet system?

I know how
things work,

but right now
there are 16 dead children

and I want a little
special treatment.

The strength
of a bureaucracy
is measured

by its ability
to resist giving anyone
special treatment.

I don't appreciate
your sense of humor.

One day you will.

The reason they said no
to your demands

to ask for more men,

or computers
for that matter,

is to admit
to our superiors in Moscow

that we are overwhelmed,

which they will
never do.

To ask the FBI
for help

is to admit to the West
that we are behind

in both forensic techniques
and to managing information,

which they will
never do.

And to publicize the case
is to admit

that such crimes exist
in the Soviet Union,

which is the one thing
they would rather die
than do--

publicly admit
that anything is wrong.

The only way
that I have been able
to get anything done

is behind
closed doors--

by hoarding favors,
by bribing, by wheedling.

But that will
take time!

It always does.
Only in this case
people will die.

People will die,

and it will take
all our strength to
suffer these outrages,

but suffer them
we must

because we're the people
who have to catch
this monster,

Comrade Burakov,
you and I.

As you may have
noticed,

no one else is
even willing to try.

Good day.

You care about
nothing but making
your superiors happy.

You're right.
I should spend more time
trying to alienate them.

Perhaps you could
teach me.

You say you and I have
to catch this monster.

What you mean
is that it's up
to me, isn't it?

That's why a beginner's
a perfect choice.

If I fail,
I'll be dangling
out there by myself.

Happy birthday, Nadia.

All:
Happy birthday.

Hello.

Are you trying
to sabotage what
we're doing here?

Does he understand
he's supposed to be
undercover?

He's supposed
to let the killer
feel comfortable,

let him try to pick
somebody up.

Did you think wearing
your uniform would help?

It was freezing
when he got here
this morning.

So what?
It's his only warm coat.

My brother-in-law
has a warm coat.

I'm sure I can
borrow it tomorrow.

I'd have
borrowed it
today but--

Give me the coat.

Take it.

I'll get it
back later

when we solve the case.

In the year
since we discovered
the first bodies,

we've found six more

and interviewed
800 potential witnesses.

For all that,
we have no suspect.

In fact,
all we've been able to do

is discredit the theory
that a gang of retardates
from the institute

could have been
involved.

And according
to some of the people
in this room,

we haven't even
been able to do that.

If you continue
to forbid us to
publicize the case,

I can't honestly
say when I expect
our luck to change.

You're saying
you know less than
when you began.

Not exactly.

Bring in Gorbunov.

Gentlemen, this is
Comrade Gorbunov,

special prosecutor
from Moscow.

Sit down,
comrade.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, without
wishing to embarrass
anyone in particular,

I must tell you that
I've been sent here

to take over
this investigation

because of
its poor focus and
slipshod execution.

My superiors
in Moscow agree with me

that we should
drop the train station
surveillance immediately,

not only because
it's costly in terms
of man-hours,

but also because
it hasn't produced

a single viable suspect
in a year.

And because,
and I say this

with all due respect
to my predecessor,

it's based exclusively
on one man's intuition.

Well, I'm afraid
that's not good
enough anymore.

As of now,

we'll run this
investigation
as professionals.

As of now,
standing around is
no longer our style.

Aggressive
pursuit is.

We'll aggressively
pursue suspects,

concentrating
primarily on known
sexual deviants,

for the obvious
reason that they fit
the nature of the crimes.

And particularly
on homosexuals,

going to the fact
that there are so many
young boys among the victims.

And we'll concentrate
to a lesser extent on
doctors and surgeons

because of the precision
of the eviscerations.

Does that sound
satisfactory to everyone?

I object most firmly--
Very satisfactory.

Extremely satisfactory.

I particularly
like the idea

of investigating
known homosexuals.

I think it's the best
idea we've heard

in the rather
pathetic history
of this case.

We want to thank you,
Comrade Gorbunov.

We understand you will only
stay in the area

for another day or so.

I trust you will
have enough time

to get Burakov's team pointed
in the right direction

before you go back
to Moscow.

I'm sure I will.
Good then.

We're done here,
I think.

Are we not?

Good then.

You heard him.

He'll be here for 24 hours
and then he leaves.

We still run
the day-to-day operation.

In a bureaucracy,
it is important to know

which skirmishes to join
and which to ignore.

Man:
Get up!

We are developing
quite a network
of informants

among the city's
homosexual community.

For what
that's worth.

I found it
fascinating that
Secretary Bondarchuk

was so vehement
about pursuing them,

didn't you?
No.

There is a whole
world full of gossip
and innuendo

out there to explore,
Comrade Burakov.

Perhaps if you
took an interest,

you would be
a little more
light of heart.

You think a man
is what he says,

don't you, Colonel?

He is if he talks
for a living.

A man is
what he fights for.

Well, I don't
fight for anything.

I know.

He's a doctor
with a reputation,

if you know
what I mean.

Just as I suspected,
comrade.

It's fornication.
I made some drawings.

Take them in.

Seriously?
Take them in.

Why are we arresting

so many perfectly
respectable doctors?

Because we were told to.

You were told
to investigate them,

not necessarily
to detain them.

The doctors who are
party members we detain
as briefly as possible.

The sexual deviants
who are party members

we tend to keep
a little longer.

Of all the arrogance!

I'll speak to the men
about it, comrade.

I'll take care
of it.

Why aren't you
investigating policemen,

Comrade Burakov, eh?

Wouldn't you say
they know more about

getting away with murder
than any other group?

Wouldn't you say
that you yourself would
make a good suspect?

I know it's late.
I'm sorry.

I wasn't asleep.

Bondarchuk suspects
a cop now,

someone who
knows how to kill
and get away with it.

I suppose
it's a possibility.

The one he suspects
is me.

That's absurd.

I'm afraid, though.

You know
what he's like.

Someone could
come in the night
and take me away.

If you knew
they were coming
on Friday,

what would you do
different this
week at work?

Nothing.

Good.

Eat.

Pathetic.

Where are you going
all dressed up?
It's Saturday.

I have some work.

A trip I have to take
for work

to make up for something
I failed to do.

Why doesn't that
surprise me?

I have some vodka
in my bag.

Will that do?

Use your hands,
for God's sake.

Help me in.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

This one must
have pissed him off.

Hmm.

A little respect
for the dead!

I want every piece
of garbage

within 200 yards
of here checked out

for fingerprints,
fibers and bodily
fluids--

every can, every bottle.
Do you understand me?

If we're gonna fail,
it won't be because of
something we left undone.

Do you understand
what I'm saying,
God damn it?

Shh. I'll shake
them up for you.

I'll get them
working.

Okay,
let's move out.

Is he serious?
Has he gone crazy?

Keep moving.
If you see anything
interesting, you let me know.

Please stand,
citizen.

Chikatilo.
May I have your bag?

Citizen Chikatilo,
you're under arrest.

I was
on my way home.

I talk
to the young people

because I used to be
a teacher.

I always talk
to young people.

I-I had rope
and a knife in my bag

because I work
in a factory

and often need them.

What do you
think?

Personally?

I don't think
he's savage enough,

but what do
I know?

I have some more
paperwork to do.

Stay after him,
all right?
Absolutely.

I have a suspect.

What is it?

Blood test
came back negative.

What?

Semen samples
are type AB.

Chikatilo is type A.

I don't believe it.
It's true.

What are you talking
about, it's true?

What does that mean?

Our blood test
is for 11 variables.
The FBI's is for 149.

How do you know that?

I saw it in a movie!

What the hell
difference does it make
what the blood test says?

You don't know
what you're talking about.

Comrade Burakov,

are you aware that
your prisoner is a member
of the Communist Party?

Is he not aware
that this man is a party
member in good standing?

Are you or are you
not aware--

Of course I'm aware
of it, comrade.

I'm a detective, remember?
You approved my appointment.

And you're
holding him anyway?

As is my right.

After his blood test
came back negative?

Who told you that?

What difference
does it make?

Did you tell him?
What difference
does it make?

It makes a difference
to me.

Let him go.

Now.

Let him go or suffer
the consequences.

Colonel!

Release citizen Chikatilo.

Burakov's office.

No, not yet.

Strange, it's worse
not finding bodies
than finding them.

Shh.

At least each time
we found another body

we had another chance
to find a fingerprint
or witness.

This way I'd rather
find three at a time
than none in a year.

Let's get
out of here.

Let's go to work.

What happened
to the boy?

He's in a holding
cell downstairs.

He's not connected
to the murders,

but he did give us
a fascinating little
piece of gossip.

Then we let him go.
What?

We let him go.
Why?

Why not? He gave you
your goddamn gossip.

Why can't you
just let him go?

I'm sorry.

Please, let's show
him some mercy.

He's a victim,
not a criminal.

He's a child.

All right,
go ahead.

But don't get
anyone else involved.

Thank you.

I'll do it myself.

They're ready.

You'd rather find
three bodies than none.

You'd rather find
citizens dead

if it would make
your job easier?

Have you become
that perverse?

I do not think
this is a fruitful
line of inquiry.

I do.

Viktor Vasilovich Burakov,

do you stand by
these remarks?

Do you stand
by the statement

that you would rather
find bodies than not?

Is this man crying?

Is the man to whom
we've entrusted

the safety of our
children crying?

Mrs. Burakova?

Mikhail Fetisov.

I have your husband here.
He's having a problem.

Yes. Yes, yes,
I know.

I have arranged
for him

to take a vacation
at a rest-cure.

Can I persuade you to
come and pick him up?

Replace him.

No.

What was that?

What did you say?

After five straight years
on the same assignment,

Lieutenant Burakov
is taking his first
vacation.

His job will be
waiting for him
when he comes back.

Get out.

All of you!
Right now!

If you ever again
contradict me in front of--

I have here
I don't care what
you have there!

information
Who cares?! I'm head of--

of the 19-year-old boy

you maintain in
the town of Shakhty

and the apartment
you have arranged for him

and the gifts
that you have given him

and the dates
of your last three
overnight visits.

If you intend to fire
Lieutenant Burakov

now or at any time

I will send all this
to your wife.

I recommended you
for this position.

I will always be
indebted to you.

Man on TV: Haircut!
Man 2: What's happening,
baby?

Where have you been, huh?
I've been in there.

You standing tall?
Sure, I'm clean.

Oh, man.
Who are you, Dick Tracy?

I said I was clean!
I'm not gonna get stuck,
am I?

No, I said I'm clean!
If I do, you know
what happens.

I said
I'm clean.

Hey, man!

I'll kick your
motherfucking ass!

Colonel Fetisov
stopped by with a ham.

A whole ham?
Where did he get a ham?

He's very
well connected.

I bet he knows
everyone in pork.

He's very proud of himself
for defending you.

I think he
feels he's finally
earned your respect.

Has he?

Will you tell him
when you go back to work?

I think it would
mean a lot to him.

I knew I could
talk you into it.

Lieutenant Burakov,
you're 10 days early.

I feel much better.

I'm glad.
You haven't been home?

I came here first.

I wanted to thank you

for taking
care of my family
while I was away.

And for saving my job.

You were right
about knowing which
skirmishes to ignore.

Not really.

It's just you spend
enough time with the lion,

the idea of roaring
starts to seem more
and more reasonable.

There's something
I wanted to ask you about.

What's that?

While I was away,
I spoke to a psychiatrist.

I'd like to bring
one into the case.

Maybe he'd have
some insight.

You are aware,
I am sure,

that never in the history
of the Soviet Union

has a psychiatrist
been brought into
a murder case.

I know.

You'll be the first.
You'll make history.

What?

Did you just
come in here

and go out of your way
to make me feel good

then ask me
for something?

My God, are you learning
how to manipulate people?

I've created
a monster.

What about
the psychiatrist?

I'll see what
I can do, all right?

Thank you.

Now do you want
to go home

or do you want to try
and ease back into it?

Come in.
Colonel, there's a--

It's all right.
There's another body
in the woods.

Your timing
is impeccable.

I'm ready.

What was
that about?

He likes to examine
the terrain a little

before the rest
of us get in there

and stomp around
too much.

That's smart, huh?

He doesn't do
too much dumb.

So you would
say that he is
a good detective?

I would say
that I've never worked
with anyone as good.

Excuse me.

Can I tell you
the order of events
here, Colonel?

We start with
any physical evidence on
or adjacent to the body.

Make a cast of this.

I will have it
on your desk by 6:00.

I know it's irregular,
but I hope one or two of you

will be interested enough
in what we've said today
to get involved.

If you are,
please stay.

Thank you.

It is embarrassing
to see grown men

run from their
responsibilities.

It is like seeing
your parents drunk
for the first time.

They are afraid.

To be a psychiatrist
in this country

is to be an expert
on paranoia,

whether you meant
to be or not.

Why aren't you afraid?

I'm sorry.

Do I look like
a man of courage
to you?

I'm Bukhanovsky.

Bukhanovsky.

I've always
been interested in
abnormal psychology,

which is a dangerous thing
in the Soviet state.

Anyway,
I was fascinated

by the pattern
of disfigurements
you described.

I'd like to try to help,
but discreetly.

I'd like to
think about it awhile

and then write
my ideas down
if I have any

and send them along.

Does that sound
all right?

Good.

I'd like to be
as cautious as possible

when risking
my career.

Oh, my God,

being a hero is
enormously taxing.

I've only been
doing it for seven
or eight minutes,

and already I feel
strangely enervated.

You--

What is it?

You must live
with a great deal
of pressure.

It's all right,
though, you know.

What is?

Suffering over all this,
all these horrors.

If we didn't suffer
over them, we'd be
monsters ourselves.

Fetisov:
I read the whole thing
last night.

It's intuitive,
well defended.

Little chance that
he's a homosexual.

A man with a wife
and kids.

And a sexual problem.

And maybe a job
working with young people.

A worker
in a children's home,
a teacher.

We'll have to
have someone go through
the card file again.

Gorbunov:
This is interesting
speculation,

but certainly
not conclusive enough
to persuade me

to change the goals
of the investigation.

Not the goals, comrade,
just the methods.

We'll continue
arresting homosexuals.

Even if it doesn't
directly contribute to
the resolution of the case,

we'll still be doing
society a service.

Repeating our top story--

under the new policy
of Perestroika,

Soviet leaders agreed
yesterday to surrender

the party's 72-year
monopoly on power.

American president
George Bush cabled the chairman

to congratulate him
on his commitment to
democratic reform

and to assure him that
the hopes of the American
people are with us

as we chart a new course
of the Soviet state.

Thank you.

Will it change things?

I don't know yet.

I've been on the telephone
since midnight.

Just keep at it,
all right?

Then we'll see.

Can you get him
for me?

We have to talk.

No, not now.
Tomorrow at the office.

Why?
What is it?

Tomorrow morning.

Don't make me
suffer, Colonel.

There'll be a new head
of the investigation
by tomorrow morning.

Come to the committee
room at 8:00 and we'll
meet him together.

Who is it?
It's not decided yet.

I'm flying to Moscow
right now to see if I can
influence their decision.

That's what I stopped
to tell you.

Don't start
worrying yet.

Have I ever
let you down?

Thank you so much
for your support.

I'll see you
tomorrow morning.

Good luck.

Where are they?
Who?

The committee?
We're it.

Who's the new head
of the investigation?

You.

Congratulations,
Colonel.

Well, actually,

I'm a general now.

I don't have
my insignia yet,

but they are
on order.

Congratulations,
General.

You are a colonel.

Congratulations,
Colonel.

Now sit down.
Let's get started.

I am now the prefect
of the militia for
the entire oblast,

reporting only
to Moscow.

I can allocate resources
any way I see fit,

and I am considering
this case my highest
priority.

You need men,
you need publicity,

you need communications--

you have it.

I got these
in Moscow yesterday.

They're fantastic.

You have
a telephone appointment

tonight at midnight

to speak with
the head of the FBI's
Serial Murder Task Force,

Special Agent Bickford.

He told me
late last night

that he has been following
your work on this case

with great interest
for about five years.

I didn't ask him how.

He considers you
a man of iron will.

For what it's worth,
I concur.

He also told me

that he rotates
his people off
serial-murder cases

every 18 months whether
they like it or not

to prevent the inevitable
psychological consequences

of too much frustration.

I-I pretended that
I had known that all along.

He thinks that
I pushed you and pushed you
in search of your limits

until I realized
that you didn't have any.

Privately,

I offer
my deepest apologies
to you and your wife.

I hope that someday

you can forgive me
my ignorance.

Anyway, he suggested
I not tell you this next,

but he said that he starts

a new group of recruits
through the program

every 16 weeks,

and the first lecture
that he gives is
always about you.

He calls you the one man
in the world

that he would
least like to have
after him,

an intelligent,
methodical, painstaking,

passionate detective
who would rather die
than give up.

Again, I concur.

Colonel Burakov,
I'm sorry.

You may go.

I have a plan.

I've been
thinking about it
for a long time.

Fetisov:
We intend to have

a visible,
uniformed presence

24 hours a day

in every single
train station

within 50 miles
of Rostov--

every station
except three,

the three smallest stations
on the Matyev line

and the Kapman Forest.

There we will have
only undercover men.

There we want him
to make his next attempt

to kill
one of our children.

In order
for this plan to work,

we need you
to do a job.

We need you to accost
anyone who stops

to talk to a child
or a young woman,

anyone who stops to talk
to any stranger at all.

We need you to demand
their identity cards

and ask their business

and take down their answers
in your notebooks.

We need you
to search them,

and above all,
we need you to do
this visibly.

We need everyone
in the station to notice.

Understand?

What's that?
I didn't hear that.

All:
Yes, Comrade General.

Again.

Yes, Comrade General.

Do you think
you are capable of
performing these tasks?

Yes, Comrade General.

Do you think you are capable
of performing them
without subtlety?

Yes, Comrade General.

Without discretion?
Yes, Comrade General.

Without tact?
Yes, Comrade General.

Good.

It wasn't
long ago

that if a cop took
this big a chance
and failed,

he would have
been shot.

For your sake,
I hope it works.

Don't worry.
I won't let them
shoot you.

Not without
a trial.

Well, we started well,

but we're only
seven weeks in and already
we're getting lazy.

I have a report
here from one of your
stations that reads,

No suspicious characters
in three days.

Three days!
The whole idea is
to stay visible.

Surprise inspection.
You want to come?

All I'm saying is keep
the pressure on, okay?

And I'll let you in
on a little secret--

surprise inspection
in half an hour.

Tell your men.

It does defeat
the purpose of
a surprise.

Just for that station.
You have to give them

a little sugar
once in a while, anyway.

Your interrogation
slips.

Very good.

Your interrogation
slips.

Get up here.

Dress yourself.

I had to go
to the toilet.

I was gone
no longer than
five minutes.

Give me your
interrogation slips.

Why so many?

They're from--
since Friday,

all through
the holiday weekend.

How long have you
been here?

36 hours.

You have
no relief?

No, sir.
My partner got sick

and they didn't
send anyone else
from the station

because of the holiday.

Let's look
through these,
shall we?

No harm done.

You can send these along
with the rest of today's
when you're relieved.

What is it?

Did you personally
speak to this man?

Yes, sir.

Why?
He came up out
of the woods,

and there was
dirt on his jacket.

He was well dressed,
but he was dirty,

so I asked him
his business.

He said he'd visited
his mother in Belkov,

which is a tiny hamlet
near here.

Which makes sense,

except I was born in Belkov
and I didn't remember her.

So I wrote him up.

Did you search him?

No, sir.

He hadn't accosted anyone.
He just looked odd.

Do you remember
this name--

Chikatilo?

Did he have a bag?

Yes.

Fetisov:
Consider yourself
relieved of this post.

Take my car
to the station immediately.

Tell them
to cable Moscow.

I want
200 soldiers here

prepared to search
these woods in one hour.

Got it? One hour.
Yes, sir.

God damn it.

What is happening
to me?

My heart is pounding.
My collar feels tight.

What the hell
is this?

Passion.

General,
they've found something.

Step back,
comrade.

You've done your part.
Thank you.

Get the team
together,

then start sending
the soldiers home,

unless the general
has some other use
for them.

I have 49 of them
on my conscience.

You mustn't blame yourself.

It's not that.

What then?

She's my cousin's
daughter,

Natasha Dunenkova.

She was eight.

I'm sorry.

You'll be okay?

Do you want me
to send someone
over here?

For what
it's worth,

you may have
helped us catch him.

Just keep
walking.

How did you do this?

At work. A box fell
on me at work.

Sign, please.

Doctor:
Would you mind removing
all your clothes, please?

What?
Remove your clothes.

How did you
get these abrasions
on the head of your penis?

How did you get
these abrasions on
the head of your penis?

I don't know.

Can you honestly
tell me that you
feel no remorse?

Not for killing
children?

Not for cutting off
their genitals?

Don't you feel
the urge to confess
to your crimes?

My God, man,
are you not human?

This is
a disaster.

Why can't we just--
Because we can't.

He demanded to do
the interrogation
himself,

and he still has
a lot of friends.

I'll talk about
my crimes tomorrow.

What's that?
Repeat that.

I'll tell about
my crimes tomorrow,

but I'm exhausted
today.

Did you get that?

Good.

Now it's in
the official record.

We're not
getting anywhere.

What are you talking about?
Didn't you hear what
he just said?

He said that
yesterday, too.

It's the only way
he knows to get you
to stop badgering him.

What do you want?

I want you
to let us

bring in someone who can
get somewhere with him.

I'm doing the interrogation.
You're wasting time.

Five days already
with no other evidence.

If we do not get
a confession by the 28th,

we have to
let him go.

I'm doing
the interrogation.

Are you willing
to take that risk just
to satisfy your ego?

You handled him
quite deftly.

I've had it.

I will not suffer
that stupidity anymore.

He may be stupid,
but he's in charge.

What is this?

This is
your confession?

In 1978,
you fondled the breast
of an 11-year-old girl?

Are you mocking me?
It's true.

I don't give a damn
if it's true.

We're talking
about murder here,
you know that.

You think I'm a fool?

I was fired
from my teaching job
for this incident--

I know that!

What the hell kind of game
are you playing?

Citizen Chikatilo,
I asked you a question.

Tomorrow is our last day.
We will have to let him go--

You think
I don't know that?

If you appoint the man
who gets him to confess,

won't that reflect
happily on your wisdom?

Whom do you have
in mind, Colonel?

I've never
done this before.
I'm terrified.

I'm Bukhanovsky.
I'm a psychiatrist,

and I--

I-I wrote
a paper about you
three years ago.

I called you
Citizen X.

I'm sure a lot of it
is wildly incorrect.

Would you like me
to read it to you?

Pardon me?

Yes.

Please.

There's some
introductory rubbish

designed to make me
sound brilliant.

We can ignore
that in here,
I should think.

Citizen X
has probably had

a tendency towards
isolation since childhood.

His internal world,
filled with fantasy,

is closed
to those around him,

even those close to him.

The adolescence
of such a person is,
as a rule, painful

because he is often subjected
to the laughter of his peers

and at a time
when success among them

is the subject
of his secret dreams.

His sexuality
is not noticeable
to those around him,

however it is
an external asexuality

that frequently coincides
with steady masturbation

and bright
erotic fantasies.

He is painfully
sensitive in company,

incapable of flirting
and courtship.

However, it cannot
be excluded

that he has fathered
a family.

There is reason to think

that Citizen X
has a weakness
of sexual potency.

This is supported
by the fact

that signs of entry
of the sexual organ

into the sexual paths
of the victims

have been found
in nine cases,

but that in only two,

the length of contact
has been sufficient
to reach orgasm,

with the rest of the cases
involving ejaculation

on the body
of the victims.

He sits or squats
astride his victim.

The orgasm and ejaculation
most likely occur

at this stage of the act
and in this position,

sitting on the victim
in the period of her agony.

The blinding
of some of the victims

could be
a symbol of his power
over the partner

or an inability to bear
his or her gaze,

even if it is unconscious,

or possibly a reflection
of excess belief

in the folktale
that the victim's eyes

retain an image
of the killer,

even after death.

It is the last,
is it not?

You believe the police
might see your image
in their eyes.

What about the ejaculation?
Was I right about that--

sitting on the victim
in the period of her agony?

You ejaculated
while stabbing them.

I ejaculated

while stabbing them.

Sometimes before they died,

sometimes after.

With or without
additional masturbation?

Usually with.

And that accounts
for the abrasions
on your own organ--

the frenzied
masturbation.

With the last one
especially.

Natasha Dunenkova.

After killing her,

I still had some

difficulty.

I hurt myself
trying to achieve release.

Congratulations,
gentlemen.

He'd say
something witty,

but he's overcome
with emotion right now.

Thank you, both.

May I say
that together

you make
a wonderful person.

Man:
Give us the monster!

We will bring him
to justice!

Stand aside.

Stand aside,
damn it!

You should thank them,
for God's sake!

These are the men
who caught him.

Step through
the door, please.

Please don't
turn around.