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Saulius Vilkas?

Your husband?

What woman?

She’s come to identify her husband.

A-ha.

And she did identify him,

it’s just...

I think she lied.

You get it?

Not really.

I think that woman has ‘identified’ some stranger.

I don’t know why--

But maybe it’s because faces change after death?

They don’t.

You know better, of course, but my granny didn't look like herself.

- She did. - Did she?

Alright. Tomas...

Let’s take this man.

How different would he look after death?

And that woman?

Good run?

Yep.

Tomas...

Yes?

I beg you...

You're nuts.

An explosion on a ship, surely someone called 112.

- I’m sure someone did. - So, there you go.

Okay?

- Okay. - Okay what?

Jesus! Okay...

I’ll tell them my girlfriend's nuts

and it’s a matter of life and death that I listen to that call.

Thanks.

What was that?

I keep missing the target today.

Two men were working onboard before the explosion.

After the explosion, one died on the spot, and the other one went missing.

- Missing? - Well, yeah. They've started the search.

And what was the one gone missing called?

I don't remember. Sounded Russian to me.

But is he actually missing or he got thrown over the ship’s side?

How should I know?

- And the one who died on the spot? - The one you got. Saulius Vilkas.

Heading to work now?

Hello?

Yes, yes, I'll go to work.

- Okay, bye. - Bye.

Sir, sir, are you okay?

Is everything all right?

Is it his heart?

He had too much to drink.

Sir.

We need to take him outside.

Or put him in a wheelchair.

Prop him here.

Does anyone know his address?

I think he lives somewhere on Tauras hill.

No, he lives in Žemieji Paneriai.

He lived on Tauras hill with his first wife. Now he’s with his second wife.

- No. He’s back with the first one. - Why did he leave the second one?

How should I know?

Marius, leave him to me.

Sir, what’s your address?

If you don't come back home, your wife will dump you

and find herself a way better man,

or maybe she’ll marry your best friend -

you'll prove your father, who said you'd never amount to anything, true.

Your kids, left without a father, will become murderers and, as Freud wrote,

will kill you and sleep with your wife, but unfortunately, you will survive.

Then your neighbour will run over your neglected Cocker Spaniel

and you’ll be seeing his eyes full of existential void in your dreams

for the rest of your life.

You’ll be out of breath, you’ll suffer from insomnia,

you’ll lose your job and beg in the streets.

Only no one will give you a dime cause you won't look poor enough.

Do you get me?

What is your address?

Pušyno 35.

35?

Marius, help me out.

Take him to Pušyno 35.

By the way, sir, I’d like to take two days off.

I’ll leave my request on your desk.

Good afternoon. I'm officer Rimvydas Grigalionis.

Do you live nearby?

No.

Are you visiting someone?

No.

Then why are you here?

Me?

I’m just watching...

Watching what?

Just...

Whose car is this?

Mine...

Papers please.

Hello?!

Hey! Can anybody hear me?!

This is a misunderstanding!

Hello?!

Can anybody hear me?

Hello?

Where have you been? I called you a bunch of times.

I was at the morgue.

So, guten morguen.

Are you all right?

Yes.

You sure?

Mhm.

Wanna hear something funny?

Yes.

I've looked into Saulius Vilkas, and it seems there was a second call.

You still there?

Mhm.

It was Aleksandras who called. The one who brought the body.

He lost his hearse, can you imagine that?

He called back saying he found it.

Are you there?

I’ll go and get some sleep.

Sure, you should.

- Hello. - Hello.

I’m sorry to bother you, Regina, but...

Could we perhaps talk?

It’s about your husband...

What about him?

I won't take much of your time.

No need to take your shoes off.

Will you have a drink with me?

I’ll go down to the basement. Back in a minute.

Do you like it?

Where did you get such a pretty panda?

My daddy sent it to me.

When did he send it to you?

Today.

Not some time ago?

Today.

I had a job, he had a job,

on weekends we used to go to cafes,

then we bought this flat, he renovated it,

he didn't drink,

and then I come back home one day, I make dinner,

I wait and wait for him but he doesn't come back.

I put our daughter to sleep, wait for him in vain.

I call him but the machine tells me his number doesn’t exist.

I waited all this time and... nothing.

His clothes are still here, his belongings too.

When did he disappear?

It's been three years.

You can take it.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Daddy, daddy, my sweet daddy.

Daddy, daddy, my sweet daddy.

When will you come home?

When will you be back?

Daddy, daddy, my sweet daddy.

My beloved daddy.

Oh, please come home.

Hello.

I’m by the building.

Where the sidewalk is.

Good evening.

I thought you disappeared.

I'm sorry?

I was waiting for you.

Do people just disappear?

It happens. People change their mind.

Hi.

Where have you been?

I went to see Vilkas's wife.

For real?

Listen, Tomas.

Get me the number of that Aleksandras please.

Who?

The guy...

...the guy who brought the body.

Let me help you.

He didn’t die. Regina buried someone else under his name.

I don’t get it.

Three years - she got tired of waiting.

Waiting for what?

For him to come back.

So, one day he disappeared. Just like that?

Yes.

I just don't get what you want with him.

I don’t know how to... explain it.

Or you don’t want to?

No...

- I want to. - So..?

I don’t know, Tomas, really...

What if I go missing one day.

Like how?

I’ll put on my trainers and run away.

And?

And never return.

And what would you do?

That’s none of your business.

C’mon, say.

Maybe I’ll go and live in a cave.

And run around butt-naked?

Or change my name and go live in another place.

What would be your new name?

Maybe... Johnnie.

Stupid name.

Would you go looking for me?

I would...

That didn't sound very convincing.

Of course I would.

Could you get me his number?

Okay.

Hello?

Hello. Is this Aleksandras?

Who is this?

It’s Lina. I’m calling about the body of Saulius Vilkas.

What do you want?

I know that you’ve brought it--

I’d like to meet and talk.

I’m in Klaipėda.

I can come to you.

When?

When..?

Well...

Today.

Are you being followed?

Pardon?

Is anyone following you, I’m asking.

Am... I don't think so.

Call me when you're here.

I like it so much

When you say nothing to me

Is this still me then?

Stay out of it!

I like it so much

When you say nothing to me

Is this still me then?

The number you're trying to reach is unavailable.

Hello?

You there!

What are you looking for?

The office of “Baltic Sea”.

Offices are over there.

Thank you!

But one day I see him on the deck doing hell knows what.

I go to him and say ‘You want to be alone?’

I’m laughing inside.

He shakes his head. Doesn’t answer.

‘Then what are you doing here?’ I ask him.

‘Nothing’ he says.

Can you imagine this? ‘Nothing...’

So, you fired him?

We started to sail out for one month, for two. We sail, we return, we do nothing.

We sail someplace, go out around the town, but he returns on time, like a watch.

You know how it feels when a watch is working well?

Tik tok, tik tok, tik tok...

When it works, you don’t even notice it.

You notice only when it goes out of order. He didn’t.

Always on time, always where you need him. Always punctual. Barely visible.

We returned onboard, it was time to sail off, but he was nowhere to be found.

I called and searched, but he was nowhere. I asked everyone but he was gone.

Maybe we lost him on the trip, maybe he didn’t return. They said no.

He returned.

- But in the end, you found him? - Who?

He was present during the explosion.

He was.

Or wasn't he?

I’m in a bar with Paulius. Wanna come?

I’m in Klaipėda. I left you a note.

I wasn't home.

On the kitchen table.

I'll have a look once I'm back.

Still there?

Yes.

Looking for Vilkas?

Yes.

I don't get it.

I want to talk to him.

About what?

Tomas, I need to pay the driver.

I’ll call you back, okay?

Okay.

I don’t understand where I put it.

It couldn't just disappear.

That crap won't fly with me.

Either you pay or I call the cops.

No need to pay.

I just--

It’s okay. Just get out.

I, no--

Get out.

Hello.

Aleksandras?

Yes.

This is Lina.

Can we meet?

Okay.

Okay, I'll come.

Okay, I am by the yacht marina.

Okay.

I’ll be there in a minute.

Okay, I’ll be waiting here.

Aleksandras.

Lina.

You got here fast.

I live nearby.

So, what do you want to talk about?

I know you brought the wrong body...

I mean the body is like any other but the name was wrong.

I’m looking for the owner of that name.

I thought you could help me.

How?

You did bring the body.

And you received it.

We weren't supposed to.

His wife was at work - what was I supposed to do?

I’m not accusing you of anything.

You removed his clothes.

It was done in the morgue here.

And what did you do?

I took care of the paperwork.

He had some of his stuff with him, right?

A few coins, an ID card, a cellphone...

Like always - all kinds of knick-knacks.

What else?

A small knife, I think...

And that’s it?

Aleksandras.

But that was the wrong body...

I know.

I know.

Did someone ask you to look for him?

No.

I decided to on my own.

So you simply decided to look for him?

Yes.

I’m also looking for him.

Where are you staying?

Nowhere.

Here it is.

There are some blankets too.

Nothing to be afraid of, sometimes I sleep here myself.

Nine in the morning I’ll be here.

Lina, what are you doing?

I’ve swallowed my words.

My tongue grows numb.

Lina, what are you doing?

I’ve swallowed my words.

My tongue grows numb.

Lina, what are you doing?

She's got nothing.

What else?

Time is ticking!

You find him or you’re dead.

Now fuck off!

Close the door!

He dissolved into thin air.

People don't just disappear.

Once I find him, I’ll kill him.

Maybe he’s dead already.

I’ll kill him dead all right.

You sound like Krysanovas.

Who?

In 1967, a guy called Krysanovas went to blow up the mausoleum.

Whose fucking mausoleum?

Lenin’s.

Good on him.

You think so?

You don’t?

In normal countries, they blow up living people, not corpses.

In normal countries, nobody chases after corpses.

That chip belongs to us.

You know what? I think he’s got no chip.

He doesn’t exist.

It’s only us, idiots, fucking around,

dealing with hearse drivers and shit like that.

We’ve looked everywhere - where else could he be, for fuck’s sake?!

Enough. Call the guys in Vilnius, tell them to check the flat.

Now?

Yes.

Good morning.

It’s daytime already. Let’s go.

Where to?

I think I've found him.

Take this.

Hi, Tomas.

Someone broke into our flat.

What?

They turned the place upside down.

My model ships are all smashed up.

Did you call the police?

Yes, they're on their way.

No police.

- What? - No police.

Why?

They are not after him.

Who are they after?

They are looking for a chip.

Hello?

Lina, can you hear me?

Tomas, call the police off.

What?

It’s a misunderstanding.

A misunderstanding?

This won’t happen again.

This won’t happen again.

Are you out of your mind?

I must go now.

What?

I’ll call you back.

Cut the crap.

I’m sorry.

Don't you get it? Someone broke into our flat...

What’s going on here?

Who is behind all this?

Hey!

Don’t pick up.

They won’t hurt him.

Saulius?

Is this him?

Take a better look.

It’s not him.

Tomas?

Are you okay?

Of course I care.

I'm sorry I dragged you into this mess.

I’ll come back, Tomas. I'm sorry.

I'll be back.

Ok.

Bye.

Lina, come here!

Get in!

Where the fuck is Vilkas?!

Why did you trash my home?

What?!

We're sorry.

Where is he?!

I don’t know where he is.

I thought you knew.

Shut up, bitch!

Lina Gilytė, 33 years old, works at the Vilnius morgue.

Leaves the house at 7:45AM, comes back at 5:50PM.

Partner’s name - Tomas Rauka, 35 years old, personal code: 38517070903.

You dug up quite a lot.

You don't talk, we’ll break Tomas’s legs

and you’ll find him in your morgue, clear?!

Did they do an autopsy?

They did...

What did they find during it?

Entrails...

Stop joking around, bitch, or you’ll see your own entrails in no time!

Did they find anything else?

I’m not doing autopsies.

What do you do?

I’m just an orderly - I bring the bodies, deliver them,

if needed, I show them to the relatives.

And?

And we all know that that body did not belong to Saulius Vilkas.

Vilkas kept changing his name...

He thinks he changed his name and we won’t fucking recognise him anymore?!

I’ll fucking find him, I’ll dig him from underneath the Earth.

A name is not a piece of trash.

I’m pretty sure he’s got no name anymore.

You talk like a child.

You think there's no connection between a name and a body?

You think there is?

For example, let’s take Bratka, or rather Valerijus.

Can’t you see how his name is connected to his body?

But now imagine that Valerijus is not Valerijus...

...but Valia.

Va-lia.

Just listen to how it sounds.

Ok.

Super impressive.

But what does it have to do with Vilkas?

She doesn’t understand!

Nothing happens without a reason.

You can’t lose a name accidentally, then accidentally take another one.

Okay...

And what about you?

What about me?

Are you Lina or Liina?

What do you mean?

When did you last look in the mirror?

I can’t remember. Three days ago maybe?

Here we go - three days ago.

But if you looked at yourself now, you’d see how elongated your face is.

You are not Lina, you are Liina.

Interesting.

But...

What's your goal?

Have you been to the Klaipėda morgue to meet your colleagues?

What for?

The body was brought there first!

- Yes? - Good day.

I’m here about Saulius Vilkas's body.

He was transferred here after the explosion on the “Baltic Sea” ship.

Okay.

I need to see the person who received the body.

They sent me here from the Vilnius morgue.

Through that door and on your right.

Thank you.

So... to you?

Or maybe to Saulius Vilkas?

I don’t really understand.

You...

You made a mistake.

But they identified the body in Vilnius.

It was a mistake.

What do you want?

To understand.

They brought me a body, told me it was Saulius Vilkas,

they showed me his passport - it looked like him, I sent it off.

Did you at least look at the picture?

All dead people look alike.

Another round?

I still have some left.

Saulius Vilkas...

Went missing.

Refill?

Thank you, I still have some left.

So... he went missing?

It happens.

My wife also goes missing.

Sometimes.

One day she’s at home, then she disappears for a week,

then returns just to disappear once again.

Children keep running away from home,

dogs do the same and my wife too.

Do you get me?

What do you suggest I do?

Why is she running away?

How should I know?

Maybe she’s not sound in her head.

But maybe her head is fine?

But then what’s wrong? She has everything.

She’s got a place to live, I make a decent wage,

our kid goes to school, he’s healthy and all.

Is she happy?

Are you cold?

I need more time.

You don't have it.

Three more days.

Twenty four hours.

I’ve looked everywhere.

In Klaipėda, in Vilnius, in flats.

I’ve checked her backpack - nothing.

If it's somewhere, it could only be...

Could only be...

Where?

Hello.

It’s me.

I’ve got some information.

I can come to pick you up.

I said Vilkas is a mule.

Been smuggling hell knows what - now I have to look for him.

I don’t think he’s a mule.

Then who is he?

He went missing.

- What? - He went missing.

The fuck he went!

Get undressed.

Get undressed, for fuck's sake!

You think I get off looking for fuck knows who?!

Or these corpses. You think I fucking get high on that?

Take'em off!

You've no idea how things work in this business.

You take the money from some old hag,

you arrive to the place,

if you have a suit, you give it to them,

then you pay for everything and get it all packaged in return.

Just like in a supermarket.

And it’s good.

You don’t have to scrub the corpse like before,

or cut their nails, dress them up in rags relatives gave you.

It used to be like this...

A grandson dies,

his granny finds a suit he’s worn during prom,

she blows the dust off it

and shoves it to me with a few bills to dress the corpse

and prepare it myself.

You go there, take the body - he’s not young anymore,

his beer belly's protruding,

the jacket's too small.

Then you tear the jacket in the back.

Who cares?

Nobody looks at it.

And sometimes there's no prom suit!

Then the granny sells some shit.

Or gets a jacket and pants from her neighbours.

You dress him up, stick him in the coffin,

the jacket is hanging like a sack,

you can see striped socks, cause the pant legs are too short,

the shoes are worn out,

the soles are nearly falling off.

You stuff him into the coffin and drive for hundreds of kilometers

then, when you open it, a swarm of moths flies out.

And you know what’s inside?

A fucking scarecrow!

Lina or Liina

Need a meter to measure

The question's extent

Lina or Liina

Need a meter to measure

The question's extent

Come here.

What the fuck?

Where is he?

I'm telling you, you'll end just like him!

Where is he?

Who?

Who? Who? Shut the fuck up or you'll end up six feet under.

Six feet under?

What?

Nothing.

Excuse me.

Would you like some?

Thank you.

I keep seeing you in the streets.

Who are you?

You don’t look like a hobo...

- I don’t? - No.

Who do I look like?

I don’t know, you look confused...

Actually no - you don’t look confused but... searching.

Are you searching for something?

But anyhow, there are good people even amongst damned fuckers.

- Really? - Yes.

They let him go after fourteen and a half days.

The guys jumped straight into the minivan.

Beer, vodka, the road is long.

Some sleep, some eat, some drink, others drive...

Wojtek leans from the window, falls asleep.

His friend starts telling him jokes,

sharing footie results, counting something

but there’s no reaction from Wojtek.

Then the fella wanted to smoke, tried to wake up him, but he didn’t move.

He kept poking and poking him and nothing.

- The fucker was dead. - No way!

In the middle of Spain, fuck... an hour and a half before the game!

But how?

What?

How did he die?

Fuck do I know.

Maybe thanks to his pals at the bar.

On the other hand, thirteen days behind bars is no vacation.

Or maybe ‘the best day to die’, you know?

And what about the match?

What do you think? It was shit. A corpse in the middle of Spain.

Imagine - forensics report, paperwork, all that shit...

I heard they took him to the stadium nevertheless,

they lied he was sleeping, they were dancing and singing...

But I don’t believe it - that's just bullshit.

Others said they went to some cafe, had a few drinks in his honor.

But most credible is that they called the cops, they came and ruined it all.

A corpse in a foreign country, no espanol.

Not really much you can do...

Excuse me.

So who won the match?

Our team.

Nothing left to see

Just a skull under the skin

Eyes already still

Could you explain this to me?

Explain what?

Whose skull do you have in mind? Whose eyes went still?

I work in a morgue.

- Do you like it there? - Yes, I do.

Why?

It’s real.

The dead are more real than the living?

And Aleksandras is more real now?

I didn’t know him.

He shot himself with your gun.

It was a self-defence gun.

Still a gun.

I was chased.

- Who was chasing you? - I don’t know.

- Have you seen them? - No.

Were you chased by someone invisible?

Are you mocking me?

I’m only trying to understand you.

I was attacked.

Did you contact the police about that?

I didn’t.

Why not?

Cause it’s more exciting that way?

I beg your pardon?

Your job pisses you off, your man pisses you off,

your life pisses you off, everything pisses you off,

and here we go - a crime story, right?

I don’t really follow...

Listen, you gave yourself in, but you're not cooperating.

On behalf of the Lithuanian Republic,

we’ll be announcing the verdict of the 9th of October, 2022.

Vilnius district court has examined the criminal lawsuit against Lina Gilytė

in which she was accused of:

extortion of property by threatening a taxi driver

with a gun in an attempt to avoid paying taxi fare;

broke the rules of legal gun ownership,

which resulted in another person illegally using it,

getting badly injured and dying;

she neglected the victim, who had injured himself with the defendant’s gun

and didn’t assist him, when his life was at threat,

following which the person died.

The court, following the Criminal Code of Lithuania article 297,

article 298,

article 301,

article 302,

article 303 part five point one,

articles 304 and 308 decides:

According to the Criminal Code of Lithuania, article 181 part 1,

article 255

and article 144 of the code

to clear Lina Gilytė of all charges since her actions

do not have features of a crime or criminal offence.

The sentence will take effect in 20 days,

unless a party of the process appeals to Vilnius district court.

Lina Gilytė, do you understand the verdict?

Yes.

Do you understand the order of the verdict?

Yes.

Do you have any questions about the verdict?

No.

If there are no questions, I announce that

the defendant will receive a copy of the verdict.

The case is closed. Goodbye.

Thank you very much.

- Goodbye. - Thank you very much.

I bought them.

What did you buy?

Tickets to Paris.

On the 29th?

No. On the 22nd.

Mhm.

What?

No, nothing.

I could change the date.

No, no, it’s fine.

The neighbours will see us...

I couldn’t care less.

I think we're out.

No, no, there still was some.

Can’t find it anywhere.

Let me see.

Yeah, we're out.

I’ll go to the shop and get some.

Nah, we’ll make a different dressing.

No, really - ten minutes and I’m back.

Give me a call if we need anything else.

Ok.