Original subtitles

Well? Still niggling?

What a mess!

Can you do it faster?

Come on, come on dear!

Stop! Don't put it there.

Up there...

Open this box.

I don't recognize it. It's not in the list.

ACADEMIA

Galina Sumina

Maksim Bityikov

Elizaveta Lotova, Aleksandr Konstantinov Vladimir Yumatov

Aleksandr Yatsko, Igor Yurtaev, Erik Yaralov

ACADEMIA

I must admit that I'm not good at computers.

I'm not a multifunctional worker as others might be.

- But I agree, the traces remain. - The remain indeed.

But now we should prove that

it was Katran who left them and not Oksa.

- Chatteration... - What?

Chatteration. Katran, cat run...

He's a smart guy I should say, a talanted programmer.

I heard some say he's a genious.

Visits Oksa often. It's love. Even spends the nights there.

Yes. What a nightmare! Shall we call the parents?

Kirill!

Sorry. Anreyevich.

Kirill Andreyevich,

can you leave your glass things for a moment and help me?

Yes, sure. But I don't get it... Why should I do this?

Because I need your help.

- Your help. - Ok.

- Do I have a minute? - Sure.

Glass will wait.

So. Georgiy Shatskiy is known as Katran.

He often visits Oksa. I'm sure he uses her computer to go online.

He has no criminal recordings. Just small things like

cyber-bullying, prankstering. Just a disorderly conduct.

But he still is a very talented programmer.

He may hack anything with no problems.

I'm sure it was he who hacked the Ministry of Defence's webpage.

But he did it using Oksa's computer so it was her IP address detected.

And what this version is based on?

First of all Oksa couldn't do it with all respect to her values.

And then stealing is not her style.

Yes. The second argument works, but the first one...

first one insults. Go on.

The thing is that she loves him.

Is it a problem?

She would never go against him.

She'd rather go to jail for him.

Ok. How can I help?

I do have an idea. But it's not very ethic.

And Nastya won't be happy to hear it.

But it won't work without the help of any of you.

I'd agree with Nastya if this idea is not ethic.

Stop it Kirill!

I am a lawer, you are an autopsist.

Let's leave the moral talks to the ladies and the sophists.

Yes Nastya. Yes, got it. I'm on my way.

I'm sorry, but all the autopsists are sophists in some kind.

Shit. It's the god of organic chemistry.

I never thought I'd see him. Professor Kozhevnikov!

- You mean his head? - Of course not!

Professor Kozhevnikov's head remains at it's place.

There he is, standing near Anastasia Vladimirovna.

I don't know where is she from! No ideas at all!

You were called here, so go and handle all this.

We will, don't worry. When were the things registered?

A year ago. A year! And I left for the USA sortly after to give lectures.

Where to exactly?

Cambridge, if that helps the case.

Isn't it in England?

- Cambridge University? - Lyuda!

I have a seminar in 30 minutes. Finish here for me.

Take care of everything on behalf of me if neccessary.

And tell them the difference between Cambridge University and

the Institute of Technology of Massachussetts, will you?

- Alright. - Goodbye.

The thing is that there's Cambridge both in the US and in Britain.

Thanks. I understand. What's with him? Still can't bare the flight?

No, he's always like this.

- Did you pack the boxes? - No, professor did it himself.

And we took the boxes here.

I see. Thanks.

I'm shocked, really! It never happened before!

How did she get here, I really don't know.

Only renters have the keys. We're not allowed in here. Really guys!

Has she been there a year?

No, about a month or so. According to the corruption of body.

Yes. Yes, I'm here...

Ok. I'll be there soon.

Lobanov called. Asks me to come.

Go to the Academy and inform everyone about the case.

So. Male, 65-70 years old.

Height is above the average.

Distinguishing characteristics.

- Which ones? - It's hard to say without the body.

Nobody from the wanted list marks such characteristics.

His DNA formula is not in the base as well.

- Any good news? - Head separated from the body with a saw.

- Oh God. - Yes. He was still alive.

You know, I think I'll leave you.

I need to look through the warehouse camera recordings.

Bone structure is not writhed. Means the victim was unconscious.

No wounds on the head.

Might have been a medicate intervention, but...

How was he delivered to the box?

And why was he? Black Mark?

Vladimir Stepanovich Kozhevnikov. Chemistry guru.

No need for the pirate tales!

Ok, first we ascertain identity, then we may have the answers...

We'll make a material preparation.

Well, I'll go and talk to Kozhevnikov's colleagues.

Pennsylvania University, Princeton, Standford!

He's a great specialist.

Even people from Cambridge respect his views.

Yes, I know. The Institute of Technology of Massachussetts...

He's idolized there! But I meant the Brittish Cambridge.

And this is, you know...

Yes! I can't envy his family.

A superstar! So they almost never see him, right?

Vladimir Stepanovich is a widower for 12 years already. No kids.

I see. Did he have enemies?

Oh, that's what you mean.

You know, you should talk about

the opponents, not the enemies, as far as academic world is concerned.

Kozhevnikov does have them. He does indeed!

- How many? - Character.

You won't gain knowledge from it!

Chemistry is spread in the everyday life widely.

It's everywhere around.

It's in our success and it's in front of our eyes -

that's what Lomonosov said! Go and learn! Learn it!

Hello.

Arthur Vardanyan. Investigation Committee.

Oh!

- Thank you. - Are you feeling alright?

- Take a day off. - No, I'm fine.

- Your hands are trembling. - I'm alright.

It's about the head.

By the way, did you find out who brought this filth?

No?! Then what are you doing in the professorate?

Imagine Oleg Antonovich, the dead man's head in my things!

And nobody cares! Nobody! Outrageous!

How could even think of it!

Excuse me?

It's outrageous I said. Bout of the criminal.

- Absolutely correct! - Thanks for the information. Bye.

Outrageous devil-may-careness!

Where do our taxes go? Come on Lyuda!

Well, what's up?

Eight times in a row - nothing.

- Hey, stop. Stop! - Where?

Back.

- Look. - No way!

Four hours were cut. So stupid.

So, a week ago...

Yeah, overnight into Thursday. We need to inform Zorina. Right…

I don't know what happened here at night. Really, I don't.

Concealment.

Criminal Rule 316. Imprisonment up to 2 years.

But I swear, really. I don't know,

- I don't know. - Wilful false testimony.

Criminal Rule 307. Imprisonment up to 5 years.

I don't follow the video. I'm just a head manager.

Abuse of office.

Criminal Rule 285. Up to ten years.

Why so many?

Because torso murder is a high crime.

Interested in Rule number?

Right, come down to me. You have a visitor.

Because it's your visitor!

I won't help if we give ourselves away! Come here fast!

Is the main fact that we don't have any other facts?

Well, yes…

Yeah...

Covered with books here. I see that you're working hard.

Very hard. Harder than ever.

Shurik, where's Dr. Lemke? Hasn't he left already?

Oh! Doctor Lemke. I need to see him by the way.

I have a couple of questions for him. Where is he?

In the office. He'll be there all month.

I think he'll spend the nights along with his corpses.

What? Why Doctor Lemke wants to spend the night in autopsy room?

- Is it an urgent situation? - His job is always urgent.

Besides, his wife left for a month. No need to stay at home.

Wow!

How can you leave a man for such a long period of time…

- I think he's a big boy already. - Yes, he is big...

Listen, stop laughing will you? You'd better do your job.

Some people spend nights at work and some just collect gossips.

Who, when, where, what for! It's a nightmare, not a stuff!

Such a fool!

Excuse me Doctor Lemke.

Oh my God!

You know, I still can't get used to it...

You bet Vika. You are smart.

It's impossible to identify a person on his head only.

Where's the body? It can be anywhere. And not all of it...

Oh Kiryusha... Life is terrible, eh?

Murders one after another.

You come home, turn on the TV, look at all those corpses in series...

Don't you think we have too much TV-series about murders?

- I don't watch TV. - Me too.

But you just turn the TV on, and there's all that.

You turn it off and it's only worse.

Silence surrounds you,

loneliness chokes you...

You may go to the movies. Sometimes they screen something nice.

Movies...

I haven't been there for years.

Don't laugh but I like love stories.

I think any single woman loves it.

You know, though I am a man, I think there are...

interesting love stories...

Why don't we go somewhere? Maybe tomorrow?

I'd love to .really.

Really. But too much job...

- How about the next day? - You know... I can't.

Nastya, I mean - Anastasia Vladimirovna Zorina,

she demands the results. So we work on it.

Nastya? I see.

She needs a result and everyone should work day and night...

Work, work, work and work! Is that so?

Yes. Such a job.

You know what is strange?

Zorina needs a result. Everyone works around the clock.

Without any private life.

And by the way - she never denies herself as far as entertainment is concerned!

Stop it, I am ashamed. Ashamed, can you understand?

- You had no intention to. - Sure I had no intention. Of course!

So? Calm down, nothing happened.

- Yeah. And what if... - What?

Ok, look. Lemke's wife has lef for a month.

And Viktoria found it out. What's wrong with that?

Stop it. Nastya works as well as everyone else. Stop it.

Might be. Might be...

But she manages to have affairs.

And I'm telling you that this demands quite much time.

It means she has the time. She has, and you have not.

- What affairs? - I've seen that handsome lawer.

He comes here often. Are you jealous or what?

I'm not interested in other people's private life.

As well as your own one, right?

Well, I took...

- Like this... - What?

When I prepared the larva...

She has something on her mind. Why did I said all this?! Why?

That's it Shurik. Stop. Hush. Look.

She came to Lemke to autopsy room. On an important matter maybe?

Remember she told something about that symposium.

Symposium, symposium... But actually,

symposium might be a real option. Though, no... not an option.

Did you see her face? Listen, she really will do something. I… I just...

Shurik, just stop thinking about it.

Besides, as a chemist, you should know very well...

Any other human emotion

is just an influence of involuntary nervous system

on brain's signals. And that's it.

- Yeah. So what should I do? - Just turn those signals off.

- All of them? - Why? Just of a certain spectrum.

- No, wait. All? - No.

- Is Zorina in her office? - No. She is on the questioning.

Is Denis there too?

I don't know. So, and I mean flies...

Right. What do we have here?

Intraocular lens. An artificial one.

Those loaders are having fun alright.

Load trolleys races. Game called "The Matrix".

What's that "Matrix"?

You take run, rush in the wall,

then on the ceiling, and then go back down on another wall.

- How much did they drink I wonder? - The tell they didn't drink.

But foreman had a baby born. They couldn't refuse to celebrate.

They celebrated. In a light way...

The the foreman lost his wedding ring.

They thought it rolled somewhere. Started to take the things out.

They didn't find it.

And when they got the things back, I think they did it carelessly.

The the manager came in the morning

and cut the recording when he found out everything.

What about the locks?

The locks are made in China. You open them with a screwdriver.

- Was the ring found? - Yes.

He hid it in the shoe in advance.

You know, this story is so silly,

absurd and incredible that I really do believe in it.

That's exactly what have just might happened.

But I don't understand how it will help us.

Version. Just a sec.

So. This unit has four boxes.

Including the professor's one.

They could have mixed the boxes when they took things out.

So the cut head might have got in any box.

Nstya asked for search-warrants those exact boxes.

Renters. Ilya Freidberg.

Andrei Ruchko, Dmitriy Gordovskiy.

Of course none of them is in Moscow now...

Of course.

Freidberg Ilya – documentarian, cameraman.

Shooting in Kamchatka now.

Andrei Ruchko.

A small businessman, undergoes treatment in Israel.

And Gorodovskiy Dmitriy.

PR manager, freelancer.

Lended his apartment and went to Thailand with his wife.

Posts the photos from the beach.

I'll check.

Freidberg and Gorodovskiy are under a cloud first of all.

They rented these boxes recently. About 10 days ago.

So they might leave the head somewhere there incognito.

Not really incognito.

Doctor Lemke discovered

that the man underwent an operation of eye lens exchange.

I'll go and find out

who went under such operations for the last time.

Eye lens exchange...

People over 60 years old.

Right. Database… Just a sec... Sorokin.

Born in 1947. A quota for the operation...

Moscow Military area.

Ministery of Defence. Ministery of Defence...

Yes.

Sorokin Timur Vladimirovich.

Retired Colonel. Resigned commission about half a year ago.

An ex-head of the Kuntsevo military enlistment office. Thanks.

Yes...

Much things here to be found.

Ok, I'll talk to the neighbours.

God, how should I know? Did I spy on him?!

He didn't report me anything!

Our Colonel is a man of his own.

You know, he did everything in time.

Did you know him well?

No way! Why should I? I had enough of this men.

I saw many things. I buried my own man…

Now I just rest.

Alone. By myself.

I see. Has anyone visited your neighbour lately?

Why? Of course. This woman came recently.

You know, pants and jacket.

Thin as a needle. She said she was a social worker.

- Did she come ofte? - Couple of times. Yes, I saw.

Came early in the morning once... Well, I might be wrong.

So I come out in the evening...

And this social worker's car is still near the house.

- Well, got it? - What car was it?

- What car? Ford Focus. - Right.

Wet paving, 3-doors Hatch back.

Wow! You know what's what in cars.

Me? No way. Not at all.

- I see. - My nephew has the same one.

I got it. Many thanks.

- You're welcome. - Thank you.

I told you Colonel...

You wanted some fresh meat. End up in a bad way, old idiot.

Haematoporphyrin appeared...

Month… Month or more.

Something was littered here. Polyethylen maybe.

Most of the extent leaked away on it.

Here we surely have phenazepam, triazolam, frizium.

Or a mickey – the king of criminal dreams.

Or everything in all like in a cocktail...

That's the cocktail he had.

Then the head was cut off with a saw, when unconscious.

Aha. Then dismembered. Yeah. According to the blood.

It's always easier and faster to hit on the head.

Here we have a hypnotic, which means the murderer wasn't strong.

- It could be an old man. - Or a woman.

Thin one. On Ford Focus. Wet paving color.

No remains of Colonel Sorokin found in the countryhouse as well.

I think Sorokin had something to do with the Gorodoviys.

But Gordovskiy and his wife are now on the rest in Thailand.

Here are the photos.

And one of the boxes renters has Ford Focus too.

The wife seems to look like that social worker as well,

the one the neighbor has seen.

Listen Nastya, tell me,

how do such people find each other? Using the smell or something?

Got them already?

I asked our Thailand embassy.

Well, right.

While the embassy is working, go to the fields Nastya.

- Where exactly Yuri Kuzmich? - Exactly there.

Seems like your Colonel has been dig out there.

Listen, no head at all.

Head and members are separated with a saw.

No doubt about that.

But it's not Colonel Sorokin?

A man about 40-45 years of age.

Death occured about 10 days ago.

So, we had the head. We had no body.

Now we have the body, but don't have any head.

Quicklime destoys organic fast.

It is a very rare disease. Marie-Striinipell disease.

- Is Oksa in her office? - Yes. She's searching already.

- Oksa! - Yes. I found it.

Wow, so fast? Plenty of clinics!

Yes. He was listed wanted. Marked as gone missing.

Valov Anatoliy Ilyich. Born in 1970.

Internist in an area clinic. Divorsed, no kids.

His colleagues reported he was missing about a week ago.

I'll send Arthur and guys to frisk his apartment.

Polyethylen.

Now we're talking!

Dark-brown, velvet-like.

Fresh enough. Two... or even less than two weeks ago.

It matches with the day of the disappearance.

It all fits. Plyethylen, decapitating, fragmentation.

Yeah. Here's a mickey.

Do you judge from appearance?

If polyethylen was here, then there was a mickey in that shot too.

Same evidence.

What's that?

Luggage bag. Suitcase.

Our doctor Valov's wife is one of a kind!

Imagine, she said that she doesn't want even to hear about him!»

What do you mean?

I call her from my work number searching for her husband.

And she said she doesn't want to hear!

Well, ex-husband of course, but I spend public funds!

- When did you start to search? - Look in our register office.

There's a crowd and all sick. I count every doctor.

Besides, Valov was very clockwise.

And then he disappeares without any call.

- Did he live alone? - As far as I know, yes, alone.

But he was noticed with some girl.

Imagine this. Saw her driving Ford Focus...

An ideal surgeon's steel!

This is something that attracts.

Yes. Absence of any bacterio and their spores.

I have a reply from the embassy. The Gorodovskiys are not in Thailand.

According to Border Guard they've never crossed the border.

But they have a beach paradise in their accounts!

Somehow they pretend that they are abroad!

- Are they main suspects now? - I think they are here.

Maybe they kill.

She creeps into favour, pours a mickey... and then he comes.

With a big arm-saw.

- What's wrong with all this? - Why do they do it?

- Yes, by now the motive... - No motive by now. Not a single.

At least Nastya finally received a search warrant for their box.

Maybe we'll find a motive there.

Or doctor Valov's head.

It's lightweight. Take it.

Clothes. Take it Shurik.

- Be careful. - Dishes in here.

Shurik, check it.

Yes.

I'm telling you that infantilism is a bane of modern youth.

They can't distinguish life and computer games.

They don't value either their own life, or other's.

- Ok with their own one... - Not even close! It's interrelated.

The one who despise his own life, he own your own life.

Oh! Senka is accurate as a surgeon! What do we have here?

I checked the Gorodovskiys' photos. They were taken from travel agency sites.

- Oh really... - Yes.

It even hurts. No fantasy at all. Who do they think we are?

Why do you talk about us? Maybe it's their friends?

Look at this comment.

- Hi to everyone. Keep in touch. - That's interesting.

Do you really want me to call you Costa-Rica?

It's my right for self-determination.

Answer one question then.

Do you know Dmitriy and Lilia Gorodovskiy?

I won't speak without a lawer.

Why do they make everyone think that they have left for Thailand?

I demand a lawer!

- Do you know where they really are? - A lawer.

I know your methods! But I have a famous blog.

18 thousand followers.

I put the info, and you'll be torn in reposts.

I have something else.

Everything is constitutionally.

What did she tell him I wonder?

I am an autopsist. It's hard to surprise me.

I wouldn't say that. Nastya has a very luxuriant imagination!

And you have a stupid name. Coasta-Rica.

Because I'm Kostya... Kostya Shlupkin...

Kostya Shlupkin. This name I like much better!

Alright, Kostya Shlupkin.

Go on your webpage and send hello to your friends.

Make them reply on it.

«Guys, there's a flop with our plan.

«Guys, there's a flop with our plan, get in touch with me urgently».

«What happened?»

May I? Right, just a sec...

Got it! They are in Zhukovskiy. We have their IP address.

Thanks Oksa.

Wait! I'll do myself.

- Who's there? - Neighbour from downstairs.

You're pouring me from the top! I have a new repair! Stop it!

- I'll call the district inspector! Open the door! - Everything is fine...

Freez! Face to the wall!

There are bucks in the hussy!

I'll give the rest in a week, I swear! At any interest!

Call the witness to the search. Arthur, write it down as an evidence.

- Make a detention report. - Aren't you from Mr. Liver!?

We're from Mr. Law.

There's a crysis in the world of ads now. A total crysis!

No one needs those allusions.

Working as hicks! You can't find a proper worker!

- We can't do without cars too. - What does it have to do with this?

Why? Well, Lilya creates a new collection of her buttons...

No need for the protocol. Let the witness go.

Thanks. Come on.

- So you collect buttons? - I am a furniture designer.

Quite popular one I must admit! But you know - rivalry is all around.

You have to be first. We can't work without a car!

No loans are avaliable. They always demand weird papers from work...

So one man helped us with the new Ford Focus.

At least we are not ashamed to meet people in the city now...

- So what's the problem? - Ads crysis I'm telling you!

- Lily's collection isn't ready... - Alright. So?

And he demands the money back...

- Who? Mr. Liver? - Yes. He's an idiot!

Has gone completely nuts!

We thought actually that it was him who hired you...

Kirill!

Do you know how soon Nstya will come? I can't reach her on the phone.

Nastya? Nastya is on the detaining.

You know, I see some connection.

And, to be honest, I'm scared.

Doctor Valov worked from the call-up commission clinic.

In the military enlistment office which was headed by Colonel Sorokin.

Wow!

Yeah. So of course boys came to serve in the army...

So just in case I decided to check

all the worse case scenarios occured at the time.

And?

I think that one of them bears upon our matter.

You see, it was Lilya who thought of this "Thailand" performance.

In order to buy some time.

- Even you believed in it. - You bet.

Yes Kirill… What?

Yes. That's interesting. Are you sure?

Ok. I'm on my way.

Let's go. Thanks. All the best.

Goodbye.

Yes. Lomonosov was right.

Chemistry surrounds everything that mankind is doing.

My Andrusha wanted to be a chemist so much. I loved him...

- What? - You'll be under arrest.

My Andrusha is a chemistry department student - Zarubin.

He was expelled because of you.

He went to the army and died there.

Drug traffic, smugglers.

He was wounded during the step-back.

Then smugglers finished him. Cut his head off.

Where were his people? Why did they let him die?

I don't know. I wasn't there. Careful! Careful, Nastya!

Careful enough.

Chief enlistment officer bought the pension raise. Social protection.

And doctor had his eyes on the young girl.

Wanted some fresh meat, eh?

They forgot how they classified my Andrusha fit for the army.

Yes. Zarubin was a chemistry department student before the army.

Professor Kozhevnikov taught him. He was expelled for academic failure.

Now you. Do you remember how you put the D-grade to Andrusha

because he hadn't learned the PhH formula?

Do you know why he hasn't learned it?

Do you know why?

Because he spent the whole night with me before the exam!

And you... you have thrown him out from the Institute!

Look: medical commission, Institute, military office – three people.

Two of them had their heads off.

It means that professor's head in the box was by chance.

Yes. Because today is Andrei's death anniversary. Understand?

The assault group is on its way.

He died. And you even don't remember him.

I can't forget him.

I can't! I can't! It's all your fault!

- It's you fault! - Get away from him!

- I said get away! - No!

PhH formula…

He just hasn't learned the formula...

It's because he had been with me, right?

Is it me who is responsible for his death? Is that what you think?

- Tell me... - Take away.

Is it my fault, eh?

My fault... My...

Yeah, man is the apex of creation.

Man - sounds lordly! But only three basic instincts he has.

Three!

Self-preservation, food… and sex. And that's all!

Stop! What about love?

Spirituality plays a big role of course.

But those instincts are all that everything else is based on.

Doc, are we like the primitives?

On the contrary, we are very sophisticated.

Instinct is a need if you talk about your body.

And a desire if you talk about mental part.

Any desire should be satisfied.

And you need an object to make the satisfaction happen.

If the object is not avaliable, the energy is funnelled to others.

It is at best.

And at worst?

Instinct is an inborn behaviour mechanism.

once it is destroyed - it leads to psychopathy,

to neurosis... Some examples are very interesting!

- Like Lyuda's? - No. This case is more simple.

I would say: the impossibility of sex instinct

realisation leaded to frustration.

Which transformed into agression and became the prime idea.

Psychic defence activities were ruined. So...

Our case.

That's why she got the job of professor's secretary.

White whale! Making everything to achieve a goal. Everything!

Yes, unsatisfying, frustration, agression...

Tender human being.

What does this have to do with it? Can't you understand that she love him!

Oksa, you seem to have been listenning to me not very attentively.

She loved him. That's great. Love spiritualizes a man.

But it's an instinct lying underneath. The sex instinct.

Super!

- What have I said wrong? - Nothing doc.

- She's an artist. - You are not artists!

You know what is inside any man!

That's why we'll go to satisfy our instinct. Food instinct.

- Let's go Ed. - May I come too?

No. Ed and I have to discuss some male topics.

I guess you are waited in some other place.

Come on Ed.

Doc, don't pay attention.

People want beauty.

The real motives are usually rather down and dirty.

- I understand you quite well. - Thanks.

Nastya, what did you tell that restless one while questioning?

No way. Really?

I didn't expect that! That's very impressing!

Bravo Nastya!

Doc, I have a question.

When I don't want to go to the army - is it a self-preservation instinct?

- Yes. Like hamsters have. - Why hamsters?

Hamsters go into hibernation in winter. As well as snakes, toads...

Sometimes people act the same.

We'll come up with some nice diacrisis for you.

I'll help to rehearse the symptoms.

Everything will be fine.