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AUGUST 18

Guilt.

The feeling that you wake up with
and go to sleep with.

The bitter taste in your mouth
and the pressure under your diaphragm.

Guilt is like another person
living inside you.

He talks to you and argues with you.

He doesn't let you live your life.

But when he leaves,
what will be left of you?

TEACH ME HOW TO LIVE

EPISODE 3

15 DAYS EARLIER

Bumping into the working class?

- I'm sorry.
- Me too.

- So, what do you have?
- Nothing.

Gavrishin didn't show up in his mother's
apartment. It's a mess after the funeral.

And his sister's leads led to nothing.

I see. Give me a ride
and tell me everything.

According to his sister,
he has nowhere to go.

Like in 1979, when they
started a manhunt on him.

He was called a killer,
and everyone believed it.

Then he was acquitted, but as they say,
the feelings were gone.

So it didn't work out for him.

Where are we going?

To the one who knows where's Gavrishin.

He doesn't want us to be nice?
We'll get hard on him then.

Don't scare me, Storozheva.

Thanks again.

- You'll owe me.
- Like the last time?

I didn't get a chance to try
that bottle then.

I'm sorry.

Kosyrev used to be in good standing here.

- Come on, pass on!
- Hello, sir!

Hello!

We gave him such a good review
for the parole board.

The best! Honestly.

In all these years, I have never noticed
that sign in him.

Like "Yeah, he's a killer."

It's not that I doubted you.

But since he was transferred here,
he's been as quite as a mouse.

And over all these years, many things
could have happened, right?

But then he was denied parole,
and he lost it.

He went crazy. Attacked the guard
like a beast.

Almost bit his ear off.
We could hardly pull him away.

Really?

He spent two weeks in solitary
and calmed down.

But the bad taste still lingers.

Igor even threatened to shove
a broom up his ass.

- Okay, it's our business.
- Yes.

And now Kosyrev has filed
another parole application.

We had to take it.

Come in, Kosyrev.

Stop.

An old friend is here to see you.

Move.

Stop.

Sit down.

He's yours.

Remember me?

Like I could forget.

I'm here because of you.

No.

You're not here because of me.

You're here with my help.

Do you know why I'm here?

They told you about the new
parole application, right?

In which you say you're not guilty?

I'm not guilty.

I have never confessed, by the way.

In your case, we didn't need a confession.

Everything was clear as day.

And remember, while I'm alive,
no one will believe you.

I'll do everything to make sure of it.

How did you know what to write
in the application?

Did you figure it out yourself
or did someone help you?

Who could have helped me?

You tell me.

When you was sentenced to death,
I thought that was it.

Justice was done.

And look how it turned out.

The country wants people like you alive.

While we are so humane,
we'll never get real justice.

You're a romantic.

You believe in justice.

Then maybe you would believe
that I have learned my lesson and repented?

Although I have nothing to repent of.
I'm not guilty.

I'll never believe in your repentance
and all this nonsense.

How can you be sure that a person is guilty
if you didn't see the murder?

Do you sleep well?

Yes, I sleep soundly. Don't worry.

Whom did you tell about your affairs?
Who killed this time?

What are you talking about?

If something happens in a zoo, it's stupid
to blame the one who's locked in a cage.

Who will be the next victim?

What are you up to, Kosyrev?

Do I really have to listen to this?

You think I'm wasting my time?

Remember, I'm close.

I'm alive and healthy and not senile.

And whatever you have in mind
isn't going to work out.

I'm here.

When you'll make your move, I'll make mine.

And what your move will be?

Mikhail Aleksandrovich!

Is anyone home?

Mikhail Aleksandrovich!

It looks like he's not at home.

And what are we going to do? Wait?

And what if he left town?

Let's wait in the car.

Rita, are you listening to me?

What if he left town, I'm asking you.

He didn't!

And you're sure of that.

Storozheva.

Did you find Gavrishin?

I called Lavrov at the hospital.

I couldn't reach his cell.

And the receptionist told me
that he's meeting Gavrishin.

Our Gavrishin?

When are they meeting?

Where?

I don't know anything else.

Besides that Gavrishin seems
to have contacted Lavrov.

Really?

What's the matter?

Why did Gavrishin contact Lavrov?

Did he really?

How did he even learn about Lavrov?

Damn it!

He left this information
to the receptionist.

If they were meeting in a public place,
like a cafe, would he leave a message?

Storozheva, you think too much.

Too much. My head aches.
And it's completely useless.

The newspaper where Gavrishin used to work.
Someone there might remember him.

You think it's still being published?

Let's go there and check.

Why go back and forth?

Let's go!

We can just make a call.

It's easier.

What's taking you so long?

We have nowhere to go.
It was shut down ten years ago.

What do we do now?

Listen, can you check off the record
who called Lavrov and from where? Please.

Why are always making me commit misconduct?

Turn around.

Come inside and go upstairs.

Yes.

Got it. Thank you.

Someone called Lavrov half an hour ago
from Ilchevsk.

Pushkin District, to be exact.

It's where the newspaper was. Let's go.

I'm sorry for hitting you so hard.

I just wanted to be on the safe side.

I don't know what you're capable of.

And I need you to listen to me.

On my terms. No other way.

I have nothing to be afraid of.

My life was ruined long before that.
Do you get it?

I get it.

I came here to hear your story.

And why did you call me
and not Storozheva, an investigator?

You know, I thought I wouldn't be able
to hit a woman.

And you?

You're an investigator too, right?

I can help you.

I never knew how to prove
that I'm innocent.

Look, here...

Here, I wrote down what I was doing
on Tuesday and Wednesday.

Where I was. Hour by hour.

It's all here.

Someone might have even seen me.

Yes.

And you...

Do you know that he worked here?

Kosyrev.

I worked in that building over there,
in the editorial office.

And he worked here, in the printing house.

He was a modest young man.

No one could have thought
that he was capable of killing.

And I was arrested right after
my wife was murdered.

And they would have sent me to jail
if it wasn't for Puchkov.

Did Puchkov tell you how he caught him?

- No.
- No?

He started to follow him.

All by himself. After work.

He didn't tell anyone.

He followed him every night
for three weeks.

I would have trusted him with my life.

No, why would?

I trusted him with it.

How did Puchkov know that
he should follow Kosyrev?

Did you suspect him?

No, I didn't suspect anyone.

I didn't even know that I had enemies.

Enemies? Was Kosyrev your enemy?

So the murders weren't random?

No, no.

You don't know anything,
and you already...

And you're already trying to blame Puchkov.

You think he let the killer escape.

Sit down! Sit down, you'll feel better.

Do you think I lost my mind?

No. No.

Unfortunately, no.

Breathe. Take six deep breaths.

I spent three months in detention.

They didn't even let me attend
my wife's funeral.

And eventually I started to think
that I really killed her.

I don't know where
these thoughts came from.

But they told so much about what I did...

How I killed her, where I was,
what I was doing...

That I really started to...

You formed memories of this?

Yes! Yes!

That's paramnesia. That's false memories.

You know...

I really am guilty.

In 1975, I was an intern in this newspaper.

I just started my job
and wanted to prove myself.

But I didn't want to write
about meetings and conferences.

How can one prove oneself by writing about
yet another community event?

One can't.

So I started to look around.

One day, I saw a drunk woman at a bus stop.

It didn't happen often then,
but it was nothing extraordinary.

Mom! Lyonya, I found her!

Mom! Mom! Let's go home!

It's time to go home.

- What are you doing here?
- It's okay. Let's go home.

- Have you eaten today?
- Let's go home.

I'm telling you, you need to go to school.

What are you looking at?

I found out where they lived.

I talked to their neighbors.

I even talked
to the elder brother, Grigory.

I promised him to help them
with their mother.

But we never had another conversation.
He refused to talk to me.

He said that he knew what I was after.

But he didn't. I wasn't going to help them.

I needed an article, you see?

And I wrote it.

Here. Here's that article.

I found it and cut it out later.

So that I would never...

BLIND

The Kosyrevs?

Grigory Kosyrev was the elder brother?

Yes. Puchkov told me their story later.

It turned out that after
my article came out...

The woman was deprived of parental rights,
and the kids were sent to an orphanage.

And half a year later, the mother got drunk
and froze to death in the street.

And where do you think she was found?

At a children's playground?

And the kids blamed you in her death.

The elder one, Grigory.
The younger one was too little.

Then Grigory got a job here,
in the printing house.

I never saw him.

But I never came here.

And how was their mother dressed
when she was found?

- Just like the...
- The victims?

So he dressed his victims in the clothes
similar to those his mother used to wear?

And what about the eyes?

My article was called "Blind."

A blind mother, you see?

Yes.

Time goes by, and life goes by.

And I still live with three dead women.

Because of me.

There's a door.

You go that way, I'll go there.

So here's my story.

What do you think?

Kosyrev is in jail.

And it starts all over again.

Who can explain it?

Who? Who can explain it?

Are you all right?

Of course I'm not all right!

No, I'm not all right!

Turn it off!

If you untie me, I'll turn it off.

No! No!

No, you need to explain it to me.
I don't understand.

Second floor, down the hall.

You need to explain to me what's going on!

I don't understand...

Investigator Storozheva.

- I'm willing to listen to you.
- No. I've already told him everything.

Don't move, or I...

I'm the only person you should
have talked to.

Ask your colleague.

He's not my colleague.

- Konstantin!
- I don't understand.

I don't understand.

Konstantin, listen to me.
You need to come to the station with me.

No.

I don't understand.

I'm not going anywhere.

What meds are you on?

Meds. What meds are you taking?

I need fresh air.

I need fresh air.

I need fresh air.

- How are you?
- Fine.

Something's going on with him.
Be careful. He's not well.

Rita!

I need...

Okay, everything's fine.

- I need...
- Quiet!

Get him in the car. I'll be right there.

"I need," "I need..." Stop already.

What's wrong with you?

Had we come here later, you could be dead.

- I don't think so.
- That's not funny.

- You went to see a killer.
- He's not a killer.

Will you untie me?

I don't know whether I should.

For your own safety.

Did you forget that I'm the investigator?

- And you are...
- A consultant, I remember.

You're a civilian, not even a consultant.

- What did he hit you with?
- I don't know. Might be a plank.

It doesn't matter. He was just backed
into a corner.

- He's not a killer.
- That's for me to decide.

Because in 1979, he was the main suspect.

Because he was a target.

- For murder?
- For punishment.

It was revenge. Kosyrev's revenge.

Untie me already.

You're wrong, just like Puchkov was.

And the innocent man is in prison
for over 25 years.

The innocent man whose diagnosis
you confirmed so easily.

And Gavrishin started to kill again.

Or maybe he didn't stop,
and we just don't know it.

You can't see past your nose.

The 1979 killer and our killer are
two completely different people.

It might be Kosyrev's copycat
who's killing now.

Storozheva, come here!

Hurry up!

Uncuff him.

I need to turn him over. Uncuff him.

- Tolya, what did you do to him?
- Nothing.

He just fell.

He kept saying, "I need," "I need."
What did he need?

- Hurry up!
- I'm trying.

What's the matter with him?

Is he a junkie?

No, he's diabetic.

He needs sugar.

Call an ambulance.

And tell them to bring glucose.

And we'll have to get him in the car.

We'll meet them halfway.

- Hold his head.
- Lavrov, I'm holding his head.

- We need a pharmacy.
- I need to hear about those two killers.

Did you see the forensic report?

In 1979, the wounds were messy.

They were inflicted with force
and brutality and had ragged edges.

In our case, the wounds were inflicted
at an acute angle.

The weapon was inserted slowly, not to kill
the victim but to prolong her suffering.

The killer enjoyed their power.

So what? Anyone can change
over that much time.

Not a sociopath. The ritual doesn't change.

We're talking about their signature.
An autograph.

We can tell how the killer manifests
themselves only by their autograph.

It's their means of gratification.

Au autograph is not just an image.

Black eyes, a children's playground.

It's how the killer manifests themselves
when they kill their victim.

If they were experimenting, it would have
shown up at the very beginning.

But in 1979, the victims
were killed in a rage.

And now it's exactly the opposite.

Here's a pharmacy.

Might he be faking?

Most likely, he didn't eat anything
after his insulin shot and got stressed.

Gavrishin isn't the killer.
We need to find someone else.

A copycat who's interested not
in the method but in the killer's identity.

Do you need any more help?

Look, this is the old case.

Penetrating stab wounds of the chest
and abdomen with damage to vital organs.

The victims died within either several
tenths of seconds or several minutes.

Right at the crime scene.

All the wounds were inflicted with a blade.

20 cm in length and 3 cm in width.

Half-sharpened and with a groove
near the spine.

Here.

Look, here's the picture.

In our case, I would say
it's the same weapon.

I don't mean that it's the same knife.

But it has the same characteristics.

Here, look.

Judging by the wounds where the blade
was inserted to its full length...

We can say that the knife
has a groove near the spine.

But the wounds were inflicted
only to the abdomen.

And the death occurred as a result
of exogenous shock.

Due to the damage to the abdominal artery.

There are 12 wounds of different depths,
and 10 of them are not lethal.

And they were inflicted between
several minutes and half an hour.

But I guess that's not the only thing
you want to know.

Yes, Rita, these are two different m.o.

ANONYMOUS JOINED THE CHAT

TONIGHT. DO IT!

WHO?

USER IS TYPING...

Rita!

Rita!

Tolya is here.

What?

Tolya is here!

I'm coming.

What?

Rita!

What?

We have another murder.

- A woman?
- Yes.

Your dad...

Your dad never let me hear such things.

Coffee?

- Mom!
- Raisa Gennadyevna, I'm sorry!

Couldn't you call?

I'll wait in the car.

Hurry up.

Our case?

Yes.

The victim was found in a sandbox.

Dressed like the first one.
In an old dress.

I mean, in the 1970s style.

A sportsman went for a morning run
and found her.

He seems to be the only witness.

We need to check
the security cameras anyway.

If there are any.

So I guess we have one suspect less?

Gavrishin is in the hospital, right?

Yeah, about that...

What? He isn't there?

Tolya! Come on!

I don't know how it happened.

He went out of the window
and fell to his death.

What?

No, nothing.

Do you remember me?

I'm an investigator.

Used to be.

My name is Puchkov.

Have you already...

We've just buried our mother.

And now Kostya.

Yeah.

It's hard.

I can sign the identification protocol
if you want.

I remember you.

It was you who ruined his life.

How can you come here after that?

You won't sign anything.

No.

Hello!

What do we have here?

Don't come closer.
There are footprints everywhere.

Okay, okay.

Come take a look.

There we go.

- Hello! Investigator Storozheva.
- Hello!

You seem to know the victim.

- Hello!
- Hello!

- Hello!
- Hello, hello!

What a kindergarten.

That's her apartment.

Wait here.

- Tolya!
- What?

Get Semyonych here.
They can finish without him.

And tell them to take the body away.

- And find me two witnesses.
- Okay.

Berden called and asked you
to come to the hospital in an hour.

Do you know why he calls on the landline?

Did he tell why?

Next time, tell him
to call you on your cell.

And tell everyone to call you
only on your cell.

Okay?

- Hello!
- Hello!

Hi!

- Hello!
- Polina!

You must know what's the occasion.

Berden wants everyone
to fill out these forms.

Am I supposed to list all my patients here?

As far as I understand, only those
who might be dangerous.

Ilya Nikolayevich, someone left in for you
at the reception.

- Hello, colleagues!
- Hello!

Ilya Nikolayevich!

You must have already told everyone
what's going on here.

Me?

But I don't know
what I was supposed to tell.

That's strange.

I thought they would tell you first.

Anyway...

Colleagues, we have an emergency.

One of our patients was murdered tonight.

I don't know the details.

But it's somehow connected
to the murder of that waitress.

The police thinks that the killer
is a mentally ill person.

One of our patients, in fact.

And whose patient was killed?

Mine?

Who?

Alla Denisovna Plotnikova.

The one who made a scene yesterday?

Yes. So I'm asking you to write down
the names of your borderline patients.

We're not going to violate doctor-patient
confidentiality, but we must contribute.

Minding the hospital's reputation,
of course.

HAPPY NAME DAY! LET YOUR SAINT
PROTECT YOU AS YOU PROTECT US. ALLA.