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No. I am not giving up the case.

Over twenty million stolen! This case is under my supervision.

We'll see.

When did those sons of bitches have the time?

If we don't find our "mailman" before nine,

the Chief will find out. And you know what that will mean...

Are the photo's real?

Very... Find anything yet?

It's clean. Not a single print.

Crap!

So are we giving up the case then?

The case... If only it were just the case...

Best outcome, they'll send me to some county office,

worst, fire me.

And then there's the wife.

I know a guy. His methods are... unorthodox, but effective.

And it's going to cost you. Even more than you think.

Call him.

Idea by Artem Litvinenko

Kirill Kjaro

Ivan Oganesian

Maria Anikanova

Nina Gogaeva

Nikolay Chindyaykin

Make-up by Ludmilla Semashko Vitaly Skopeledis

Wardrobe by Elena Rukavishnikova

Sound by Sergei Stepanski

Music by Nikita Moiseev

Casting by Elena Prilipko

Artwork by Evgeniya Lisetskaya

Cinematography by Vladimir Zapriagalov

Executive Producer Andrei Rizvanyuk

Producer Viktor Mirski

Screenplay by Artem Litvinenko Andrey Babik

Directed by Artem Litvinenko

THE SNIFFER

Hello... Do you know what time it is?

What time?

You must have lost your mind!

Waking me up in the middle of the night with offers of small change for my work?

Double it. 50 percent in advance no matter the result.

I will need everyone that touched anything. Send me the address.

- Hello. - Hello. Are you the client?

I am.

My advance, please.

I will have to settle the entire account

when it's done.

My advance is in the left pocket of your jacket.

And thank you for having it in large bills.

Come on already.

Shall we get down to business?

"Topaz"

"Topaz" powder. Used for gathering fingerprint samples.

Made in 89.

Not stored in accordance with procedure.

Relax.

Is he alright in the head?

Pavel Ivanych, have patience.

Who sleeps here... Apart from you?

My wife. What' s going...

No one else?

No.

- Is that her closet? - What the hell is your problem?

What are you trying to pull here?

Woman of 35, a dyed blond who smokes apple flavored cigarettes,

wears this bra, sleeps in this bed and also happens to be your wife,

put the envelope with those photographs on your table last night.

Ira?

It can't be... Why would she?

That I cannot tell you. Spousal infidelities are not my specialty.

At any rate I sympathize...

Now, let's settle our account before you start splitting belongings...

Fedya! All the documents are signed.

Isn't that your department? Resolve the issue, there's no time for graciousness.

Who the hell cares? Find a way to persuade him.

We start demolition next week.

One down.

Do you want tea?

No, thank you.

How is school?

Okay.

Okay?

Okay, why?

No. Nothing.

I was cleaning up yesterday

and I found something.

Alex!

Alex!

Alex. You're not going anywhere until you pass a drug test.

You are out of your mind. Where's the bag?

Alex, you are going through withdrawal! You need help.

You can't handle this on your own. I've found a very good clinic for you...

Where is the bag?

I flushed that poison down the toilet.

What have you done? It wasn't mine.

Not yours? I want that test, now!

You are the one that needs help.

Alex!

Alex!

I am listening, comrade General.

But Comrade General I'm on...

Understood. I'll be there.

Hi Dad!

Hi.

I'm, like, sorry and everything.

How's school?

Fine.

Want to bowl?

No. I have a problem.

What kind of problem?

I smashed my laptop. If mom finds out, well you know.

I need six hundred clams.

- Six hundred what? - Dollars.

I'll buy you a laptop. But I need to speak to your mother first.

What's mom got to do with it? I'll just get the exact same laptop!

No, Alex. I'm not giving you the money.

I'll buy you a laptop but only after speaking to your mother.

Mom this, mom that! Can't you do something yourself?

It's not even money to you! You rent the entire alley.

It's not about the money.

Thank you daddy! I always knew I could count on you. Enjoy!

Alex!

Alex!

What have we got?

Boring stuff. Another murder.

Nothing compared to the Prosecutor cheating on his wife.

I was working all night while others...

Quiet! One-one. Shall we get down to business?

The deceased, a Butnik Boris Eduardovich, born in 65,

Chairman of RUSUKRBANK. Time of death: 10.09

Have you determined where the shots came from?

The killer is a forty year old male.

Doesn't smoke though he works at a tobacco factory

that manufactures cheap cigarettes.

Cheap?

Yes. Uzbek tobacco acidized with glycerin.

Imported tobacco is used on the more expensive brands.

That one is acidized with the so-called sauces-aromatized spirit solution.

Disgusting stuff, by the way.

Anything else?

There is the distinct smell of paraffin. It's weird.

- I don't understand. - Paraffin?

Yes.

Is that everything?

Yes. I have to go now.

By the way, your new friend was ovulating yesterday

so you might just become a father.

Two-one.

Hey, snitch!

- Are you deaf or something? - Piss off.

Hello.

I wonder, do you show up late to your investigations as well?

Is this what you called me for?

Not it's not.

Our son is a junkie.

He needs help.

You are blowing things out of proportion, as usual.

Oh yeah?

Well I found a bag full of drugs.

You are underestimating the situation, as usual.

- What bag? - Like this!

He needs to rehab.

I will speak to him first. We need to understand...

What is there to understand? What more do you want?

I found a clinic, all you have to do is front the bill.

I'm going to speak to Alex first. Something isn't right.

Your whole life isn't right.

Why is it that every time I ask you for something I end up regretting it?

There is one thing that I don't regret though.

That fifteen years ago I made the right choice.

And now I'm also going to take care of it myself.

You're such a...

M-14. Now it's clear why there were signs of paraffin.

- Excuse me, what? - Nothing.

We managed to identify the bullet taken out of Gutniks body.

Astounding.

It's a M14, an American Rifle pulled back from active military use in 64'.

The remaining ones were sent to third world countries. As Humanitarian Aid.

So what?

The rifle is very old. Now we know where the smell of paraffin came from.

How so?

The magazines in these rifles must be bloated,

they use paraffin to grease the bullets to avoid them from jamming.

Now about this factory.

Uzbek tobacco is used in two factories.

Ulyanovskaya and Bobrino.

Could the killer have come from afar?

Negative, the tobacco smelled fresh.

That leaves Bobrino.

But there are almost three thousand people working there.

Is there anything else? I'm in a bit of a hurry.

Say "hi" to Tatiana Aleksandrovna for me.

I knew it.

Come in!

- Hello. - Hello.

Your favorite.

Thank you very much. Too bad I'm on a diet since yesterday.

You had coffee with these exact same chocolates thirty minutes ago.

Thank you. Take a seat.

Let's start the treatment. Let's have a look.

Better.

Much better actually. You are making a speedy recovery.

- Great. - Of course.

Indian shionaki inhalations.

I've figured out your secret.

- Did you lose something? - Yes.

But I clearly remember putting them in the cabinet.

What are "they"?

Packets with the alprostradin.

And you use these expensive drugs to treat nose infections?

No, they are for my father. He has surgery right now

and he really needs it.

When do you remember placing the packets here?

This morning.

A woman of about forty-forty five, non-smoker, works with medicine.

One of yours.

Who are you?

This woman came into your office and stole two packs of the drug.

And not just them.

Apparently this isn't the first time.

I would have never though Natalia Andreevna

was capable of something like that.

You are too trusting.

And people take advantage of it.

I can't blame them.

What?

Nothing. It's time for my inhalations.

But how can this be, Fyodor Stepanovich?

I've already transported all the equipment,

prepared the building to be torn down.

We are calling everything off. Get rid of the documents.

- You have two days to return the money. - Fyodor Stapanovich!

That's the limit. Two days.

Fyodor Stapanovich!

The number you have dialed is unavailable.

Yes?

Meluzov, Fyodor Stepanovich. Born in 1965.

Deputy to the Prefect of the Southern District.

- Who found the body? - The Factory Director.

- Has he been questioned? - No, an ambulance took him to the ER.

I wonder what the deputy prefect was doing here?

- Diascia. - What?

There are two new smells.

- Of what? - Wax and Diascia's.

Diascia's? What are those?

A bush that is in bloom throughout the entire year. Tiny little flowers.

- Anything else? - No, that's it.

Small flowers... Who would he get them for? Could he be married?

He is not. No girlfriend either by the way.

You see how aggressive a man gets when he isn't leading a healthy sexual life?

Two-Two.

Alright, sonny. This is the deal.

You have been asked to hold on to some product.

Where is the product?

The bones responsible are yours.

Now listen very carefully.

You have two days

to bring me four thousand.

And I'm not interested in any more fairy tales about your mother.

If you don't bring it, you'll owe us a vig.

Clear?

Clear.

Good.

- Hello. - Hello.

- I have something important for you. - What is it?

I wanted to offer you to start your day with a hot cup of rich Italian coffee.

I don't drink coffee from dispensers, so sorry but no.

I have work to get to. I presume you do too.

Colonel, sir. I have information concerning Merluzov.

- Fantastic. - What?

It's fantastic that you have information on Merluzov.

Want some coffee? It's good Italian coffee. Take it.

Thank you.

Let's go.

We've studied the documents taken from his office.

Merluzov was overseeing the distribution of property and land.

He also dealt with construction.

Yes, there is such a profession, creating land.

The factory where Merluzov was murdered had been pushed

to bankruptcy and was going to be demolished.

Who was going to get the land from the factory?

A certain company called "Sophocles".

- And it is overseen by RUSUKRBANK. - Yes.

Specifically by Gutnik, the man murdered yesterday.

The plot thickens. Has Merluzov's daughter been called in?

She's already here.

Who could have wanted your father dead?

I can't even imagine. Daddy was always...

Did he have enemies?

I don't know. Dad was such a kind man... empathetic.

What was the relationship

between your father and Eduard Borisovich Gutnik?

They were...

childhood friends.

They spent all the holidays together,

they went fishing,

to the sauna, hunting.

Always the three of them.

Three?

You boys celebrating something today?

No. It's always like this.

Nice house.

Is the Defense Ministry building it?

I don't know.

Almost on the premises of the base.

Whoever could have permitted this?

I don't know.

You have a bird's eye view of the entire base. Is that HQ?

- I don't know. - What do you mean?

I mean yes. HQ...

Cognac?

Thank you, but I'm not on the job.

Well, we are in service,

so it's fine.

For the guardians of our Motherland!

I'll admit

your call caught me off guard.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

A Mr. Gutnik, Boris Eduardovich, born in 1965,

was shot to death with a sniper rifle yesterday morning.

That very same night in Meluzov, Fyodor Stepanovich,

also born in 65', was killed under similar circumstances.

Fedya too?

Do you know these men?

May he rest in peace.

- So you know them? - Of course I do.

We went to school together. We met up from time to time.

Time to time? What about saunas on Saturdays? And hunting?

You are not...

suspecting me are you?

I'm at the base all day.

I have an alibi, witnesses.

I don't think you are the killer.

I think you are a potential victim.

I also think that you know something.

You are wasting your time. I know nothing about any of that.

I ask you to excuse me now.

I need to get to the ministry.

The sentry will lead you off the premises.

Call me when you are being murdered.

I will, Viktor Alekseevich, definitely do that.

I want that snoop out of here in five minutes.

Affirmative!

Anyone asks, I'm not at the base!

Understood, comrade General.

Damn it.

Hurry!

Faster!

Where is it coming from?

Damn it.

He's in that building.

Here's the list, colonel.

Thank you.

So?

It's the same killer but there are no scents.

Now that's how you really earn expensive cars.

The killer threw away the napkin. Lots of scents.

I need to get to the lab.

There might be casings in one of the bags.

Any news?

Some. The scents of the napkin include unsaturated polyester

with an ortho phthalic acid styrene foundation.

Do you know what that is?

Of course, I know. What is it?

Polyester tar mixed with powder, any powder like granite or marble.

That's how you get artificial stone.

- Great. So what? - Nothing really.

If that was the only scent.

You are cultivating my inferiority complex.

On the napkin discarded by the killer, I also found two soils.

Soddy-podzol

and clay loam.

And?

Soddy-podzol is surface soil.

But clay loam soil is deeper underground.

When do you think soils mesh?

When you're digging a hole?

A hole about two meters deep.

The clay loam had traces of fertilizer. Add the artificial granite.

- A fresh grave? - That's my conclusion.

Then I guess we hit the Bobrino cemetery.

What do you have?

We haven't found the casings, by the way.

Guess it was my mistake, then.

Alex?

Did you call me?

I did. Come on in.

I was only supposed to pass them on but she just threw them away.

Perhaps.

I don't know what to do.

Promise me that you will never again smoke, try, take, carry,

or even touch drugs.

I promise. Now what?

I'm calling Viktor.

Dad, you don't know these people. Don't get anyone else involved.

We need to just give them the money. And forget about it.

You are scared right now.

Please believe me.

Fine. Tomorrow evening we will go and pay your debt.

Maybe I should go on my own?

No, Alex. We are going together.

Fine, if that's how it has to be.

- You want more tea? - No, thank you.

Then get dressed, I'll take you home.

- How's mom? - Okay. Crazy.

Alex...

Oh come on, like you care.

Get in the car, I need to wake up early tomorrow.

Here are the latest burials.

Not a single marble statue.

No one places statues on fresh graves.

It takes some time

to order and manufacture them.

Then you still need to install a fence.

Are there other fresh graves?

We only have one cemetery.

Apart from recent burials next to loved ones, none.

Have there been any such burials in the past...

Week.

- Over the past week? - The past week?

There were. Do you want me to show you?

There is a factory close by.

The air is so polluted that people just keel over.

Here it is.

Last week the mother was buried next to the daughter. May she rest in peace.

Diascias.

No, it was a stroke.

She became paralyzed after the death of her daughter.

There was nothing the husband could do.

Sinitsina Olga.

Sinitsina Taisia.

And here's our wax.

Whoa...

So what's the story here again?

The daughter was killed two years ago in a hunting accident.

The mother had a stroke the next day.

- Who killed the daughter? - Who knows?

Some bigwigs.

There are hunting grounds nearby, lots of those come to hunt...

Anything else?

What more is there?

First the daughter, then the mother. That's the story.

That's all I know.

Could you give us the address of this Sinitsin?

Sure, why not? He lives in the dorms

off the tobacco factory.

Shouldn't we wait for the SWAT team?

Don't fret. I am the SWAT team.

It's him.

What?

Freeze!

Take off the safety.

But I can't shoot!

Goddamn it.

Damn it.

What is going on here?

Everything is fine. Lock your door.

What is it with me?

It's your turn.

I'm still under the impression that I killed a man.

Well, first of all,

to kill you need to take your gun off safety.

Secondly...

Never lower your weapon.

You were right about Sinitsin. He worked at the tobacco factory.

Before that he fought in Afghanistan. As a sniper in the commando squad.

Why didn't he contact the police?

He did. But the whole thing was stomped out. They didn't even open a case file.

After his wife died, I guess Sinitsin went off the deep end.

Starting seeking vigilante justice.

That General is a real piece of crap.

He is going to testify about everything.

The construction job, the murder of Sinitsin's daughter.

And that's all.

By the way,

the pregnancy test came back negative.

So three-two.

What is it now?

What?

Are you at the house? Wait for me, I'm on my way.

What's wrong?

Alex has been arrested. He is being charged with murder.

I don't understand why I can't see my son?

Lady, relax. I keep telling you, it's against the rules.

Your son is being interrogated.

What do you mean "interrogated"?

Who is interrogating him?

A detective.

You will be notified once the interrogation is over.

Do something. I can't deal with that moron anymore.

- Lady! - Get a grip, Yulia.

What do you mean by "get a grip"?

What does that mean?

I am asking you to do something, please.

- Vitya! - Hi Yulia.

We are going to straighten this out. Just calm down.

Let's go.

I've made some inquiries: Detective Sinelnikov is working Alex's case.

I don't have any direct contact to him.

The man is brash but firm.

Well respected in the department, not your average cop.

So let me do the talking.

All you have to do is not get involved so we don't blow this thing.

Fine.

Come in!

Good day. Take a seat.

To what do I owe the pleasure? No need. I already know.

Is that your deputy?

No, this is the father of the suspect. A close friend of mine.

Let's speak as colleagues.

I am listening.

I want to know the details of the case.

Today, at fifteen thirty, the body of Micheev Roman Andreevich,

AKA Mikhey, was found on Krutinskiy Lane 8.

Mikhey was a drug dealer, tried twice for possession with intent to sell.

Next to the body was your son with a gun in his hand.

The ballistics report hadn't come back yet but,

judging by the angle of the body and the bullet wound,

it is safe to assume that the gun is the murder weapon.

We have also seized over 600 grams of marijuana from your son's person.

The evidence is quite compelling and we are currently looking for a motive.

- What is Alex saying? - Nothing.

So far he's said nothing.

I have to see him.

Today or tomorrow your son is going to testify.

That's why, judging by the severity of the crime committed,

it's in the case's best interests that the suspect remains in isolation.

The only one permitted to contact him is a lawyer.

I understand.

Thank you for shedding light on the case.

Come.

You are 45, you smoke too much,

you are single. You don't have children and you won't.

You love your bees more that you love people

and I strongly doubt that you will be unbiased in solving my son's case.

My son is innocent and I will prove it.

How do you know about my bee garden?

So you are that famous... the Sniffer.

Interesting.

Well if you find anything new, you are welcome.

I'm heading to the apartment. What was the address?

You are freaking out.

I'll get them to reassign the case to me tomorrow.

What have you achieved? You had to piss off the detective.

Now he will try to get Alex to testify sooner.

Then I need to get to that goddamn apartment. Are you with me?

What you are planning to do is illegal. I'm going to take

the case tomorrow and then...

Fine.

Go to hell.

How is he?

Only a lawyer can see him.

I'm going to get the case reassigned to me tomorrow.

Alright.

- I'll hire a lawyer. - No, thank you.

I'll resolve this myself. You...

Yulia, wait!

You're wasting your breath.

Idea by Artem Litvinenko

Kirill Kjaro

Ivan Oganesian

Maria Anikanova

Nina Gogaeva

Nikolay Chindyaykin

Make-up by Ludmilla Semashko

Wardrobe by Elena Rukavishnikova

Sound by Sergei Stepanski

Music by Nikita Moiseev

Casting by Elena Prilipko

Artwork by Evgeniya Lisetskaya

Filming by Andrey Lisetskiy

Cinematography by Vladimir Zapriagalov

Executive Producer Andrei Rizvanyuk

Producer Viktor Mirski

Screenplay by Artem Litvinenko Andrey Babik

Directed by Artem Litvinenko

THE SNIFFER

I had no idea you carry around an Amateur Burglar Kit.

You should see my Amateur Shakedown Kit.

Paper tape.

Made out of white paper.

Attached with silicate glue.

Precisely the kind issued to police officers.

Apply steam and it comes right off.

This is not silicate glue.

Dispersion of polyvinyl acetate in water. Or simply PVA.

Well the main thing is that it comes off when steamed.

From this moment on, we are outside the law.

Sinelnikov.

Detective.

This is Ivan Fedetovich Zotov.

Neighbor of the recently murdered Mikheev...

That's strange. Alex was on the floor. He really did have a gun.

Our friend the detective. Two medics and,

judging by the smell of the powder used to gather fingerprint samples,

a criminologist. I'm missing something.

Another one! A man, 35-37 years old.

He had a gun.

So one unknown with a gun...

Did the gun fire?

I can't tell.

But it's a different gun. Not the one Alex had.

Could it be the killer?

Not necessarily.

It could have been another cop.

I need to examine the entire group.

Then we can determine whether it was the killer or another cop.

Diacetylmorphine was stored here. Heroin.

A lot of it. Three kilograms, at least.

That's some serious stuff.

A perfect motive for a murder.

And a good reason to take the case from the cops.

Three kilos ain't no joke.

Breaking and entering can be beneficial for the triumph of justice.

Congrats. Our first breaking and entering was a success.

If forensics say that it was Alex's gun that fired...

That means he's the killer.

Don't jump to conclusions.

Where did Alex get a gun?

I have no idea who my son is. His hobbies, friends,

the music he listens to,

whether or not he has a girlfriend...

It's all my fault.

Being in your son's life is not the same as being a good father, believe me.

Mine, for example, would get so drunk that...

I wished he weren't there at all.

Go rest up.

I'll speak to the general in the morning and take over the case.

- Call me as soon as you do. - I will.

And when they came out,

the one with the briefcase glued the police tape back to the door.

Then they hung around in front of the building, talking about something,

and left.

What were they driving?

The one with the briefcase got into a green car.

And the second one, a red one.

Did you notice the make of the cars?

They were foreign cars.

Yes-yes. Two foreign cars.

One green, one red.

Everything's clean, colonel.

Go to the patrol car. I'll lock up myself.

Detective, what about them?

They are drowning me over here.

Don't worry Mr. Zotov. We will take care of that.

I want you to try

to remember if there was anything strange...

There was!

The one with the briefcase kept sniffing things...

Like a dog.

- Sniffing? - Yes!

Why didn't you say so from the beginning?

Are these the men you saw?

It's them.

Was this one sniffing?

No. It was this one.

- You're not mixing anything up? - I'm telling you.

It was him, detective.

Hello, Sveta. I wanted to ask you, do you like films?

- As an art, yes. - But as a trip to the movies?

Tell me, do you invite all your women that way?

No, you're the first.

And I hope the last.

Alright. I'll think about it.

I've also been meaning to tell you...

I still can't get over how beautiful your eyes are.

Still looking for my eyes in all the wrong places.

You obviously have some severe issues.

With your eyesight, that is.

Is he in?

Yes. And he is dying to see you.

Sveta, stop flirting.

Lebedev, in my office.

What's the status on the ATM case?

We are looking for them. We need to figure out how he disables

the cameras and the tracking device.

So you're looking then?

Where were you yesterday between seven and ten in the evening?

Looking?

Between seven and ten I was at the pub, having a beer.

I have witnesses.

I was watching the game in a pub.

There was no game yesterday.

Then I was simply having a beer. The witnesses are the same, naturally.

The neighbor saw you entering Mikhey's apartment.

Illegally.

Without a warrant or permission.

And I have to find out like this.

General!

I don't want to hear it!

Is the uniform tight on you? You want to play double-o-seven?

I'm reporting about the successful execution of operation "Hostage",

and I get this shit thrown in my face in return.

Three kilograms of heroin are involved.

Lebedev! Forget about the case!

You can forget it ever existed.

After the crap you've pulled...

we will never get this case

even if there was a ton of heroin.

And one last thing: I forbid you to further stick your nose into this.

General...

I forbid you to stick your nose into this.

That's an order.

Can I go?

You can.

We shouldn't have rushed it.

I never asked you to follow me!

Actually you did, but that's beside the point.

- We have to decide what to do. - I don't know!

How am I going to examine the group now?!

I'll think of something. Give me a couple of days.

A couple of days? And I just sit here and wait?

In this house?

My son is in jail and I don't know what's happening to him in there.

Alex is fine.

He was interrogated twice but he said nothing.

- How do you know? - I know.

Vitja, I'm losing it here.

I'll try to resolve this as fast as I can.

I'm sorry.

Don't.

I understand.

What do I do with this... condom?

Throw it away.

Thank god, finally! I'm losing my mind here!

So how is he?

You haven't seen him?

You refuse?

I don't give a shit about your advance!

Shove it up your ass!

Son of a bitch!

Well?

Well?

Are you going to open your high-tech elevator?

Or should I ask first?

Elevator, please open up.

It opened.

Great. Phenazepam overdose.

How did you manage to get here?

Look at Mr. Know-it-all!

Our resident genius.

You need to get some sleep.

Only you sleep while your son is in jail.

You don't care about anyone.

You didn't back then. And you don't now.

I'm going to Alex.

Wait.

What happened?

The lawyer refused to represent Alex.

I'll get you some water.

Come in.

Hello.

Hello hello!

So you decided to turn yourself in? Confess and repent?

And where is your accomplice? Couldn't make it?

Let's be mature about this. We are not in kindergarten.

Mature? How about I haul you in to keep your son company?

Or is that what you came here for?

What were you doing there? Cleaning up your son's mess?

My son is innocent.

I've been on the job for thirty years

and I've yet to see a father admit his son's guilt.

Did you find the heroin?

What heroin?

There was a bag containing three kilos of heroin

that vanished after the murder. Where did it go?

It's obvious. The real killer took the dope and framed Sasha.

Give me a chance to examine the group that was on the scene.

Examine?

Well, sniff... I hate that word.

To what end?

There was another man with a gun at the scene.

It could be someone from the response unit.

But I think it's the real killer.

Please let me examine the team.

I'll find the real killer, I promise.

Are you certain?

Absolutely.

I'll think about it.

There will be a meeting tomorrow.

I will present your point of view to the higher-ups.

Thank you for your understanding. Goodbye.

I'll be waiting for your call.

All the best.

Crazy broad.

Mad.

Goddamn it!

Yulia?

Yulia?

She is a damn lunatic.

Listen I need to ask you for a favor.

I need you to find out who was on the scene of the Mikhey murder.

Tomorrow?

No earlier?

Fine. I'll be waiting.

What the hell?

What do you want?

What do I talk at?

Speak, I can hear you.

We need to talk about something.

What?

Is your son in the slammer?

One minute.

Come in.

Hello, buddy boy.

I'm listening.

Sashka sends his best. We were inside together.

Let's assume.

I know a guy

who knows who took Mikhey out.

You have money and you don't look like the stingy type.

I'll give you the address.

I'm not asking for a lot: a thousand dollars.

Wait here.

It's not all there, buddy boy.

The silver cup in your pocket costs approximately one hundred dollars.

So it's all there.

- Address. - What?

Give me the address.

Oh yeah.

Here you go.

Nine hundred and fifty thousand rubles in two days...

Planning to share your success story?

Listen, you virtual wizard!

I can stick you in a room for ten long years,

and it won't be comfortable.

And there won't be a computer there either. Get the picture?

One second.

I'm giving you 24 hours to mull it over, yeah?

I'm here.

What?

I'm on my way!

He suffered a light concussion.

The skull is intact and the nose is not broken. But he lost a lot of blood.

We had to seal the nose.

Will that affect the...

I don't know. We had no other choice.

He needs rest. No stresses, physical or psychological.

It's in here.

How are you doing?

I'm nice and dandy, can't you tell?

We identified your guest. Good thing you took the picture.

Your morning visitor is none other than Nail.

As in?

Gvozditskij Fyodor Ignatievich, born in 1960.

Con man, two stints in prison,

was involved in a case along with Mikhey last year.

The same.

I'm heading over to his for tea and sandwiches. No warrants or witnesses.

He'll tell me who sent him, trust me.

- I'm coming with you. - No.

You wouldn't appreciate the kind of sandwiches I intend to bring along.

I'll get back to you as soon as I have something.

Alright.

Don't hang your head.

Looks like someone beat me to the punch?

Eh, Nail?

Shit!

Easy, boys! I'm one of you.

My badge is in the inside pocket of my jacket...

Yes...

Higher.

It's still sore but the blood has stopped.

That's good.

Can I go?

Ten days in bed at least.

Get well. See you tomorrow.

Goddamn it.

Didn't I warn you, lieutenant colonel Lebedev?

You did, General.

And did you listen?

Are you a Private Eye now?

I don't mind.

Slip a resignation letter under my door and to hell with you!

Nothing to say?

Listen very carefully, Lebedev. I'm not babysitting you anymore.

You are taking a break from duty for two weeks. Without pay.

- Turn in your badge and gun. - Yes, sir!

Quit with the farce. Hand them in according to regulation.

If you stay in town or try to meddle in the case again,

I'll boot you out of the Bureau. Without chance of appeal.

Dismissed!

Can I go?

Dismissed!

Goddamn artist.

I don't have any good news either.

Ballistics has confirmed that the murder weapon is the gun Alex was found with.

Goddamn it.

What about the heroin?

Are you sure it disappeared after the murder?

Maybe it has nothing to do with Mikhey's murder.

I'm not sure of anything anymore.

So what do we have?

Nothing.

I'm on forced vacation without a weapon, you are in the hospital without a nose.

And I'm about to have the information

about the first cops on the scene of Mikhey's murder.

Which is now useless since you can't smell.

Hey, Kolya.

I'm writing it down.

Is that it?

Are you sure?

Thank you.

Sinelnikov was never at the crime scene.

What do you mean?

What about his smell in Mikhey's apartment?

A different detective was at the crime scene.

With his service weapon.

Okay, then what was Sinelnikov doing in the apartment?

What a fool I've been.

You're not alone.

I came to him to offer my help... I'm such a cretin.

Where do you think he hides the drugs? Not at home, that's for sure.

He has that bee garden. Could they be there?

Let him show us himself.

Time to grab the tiger by the balls.

Where did you say his bee garden was?

The scent was floral honey. Clover.

There is a field nearby.

Relax. Leave it up to a little good old-fashioned police work.

Maxim.

I need a favor.

- Who is this guy? - A computer wizard.

Came up with a savvy idea of skimming money from ATM's.

If this idea gets out, you might as well scrap every ATM out there.

He got caught and now he works for me.

Burglar costume number one!

Burglar costume number two, that's mine!

- Does it make me look like Tolstoy? - More like a bum.

Wonderful.

Nina!

Where did you find these exquisite outfits?

There's this exclusive boutique on the Birulevo bazaar.

You owe me two hundred rubles, by the way.

I don't like this.

Do you have a better idea?

This is awesome!

- Why are you yelling? - Drawing attention.

The vigilant neighbor.

Go for it, Mr. Accomplice.

Here are the bees.

How are we getting inside?

Door or window?

We have tried the door before.

Agreed.

My god!

Andrey Vasilievich, this is Vera, your neighbor.

Oops. One didn't work.

C'mon Stepanich!

Did she buy it?

Absolutely. The broken glass really got to her.

She made the call, by the way.

This is Vera, your neighbor. You are being robbed.

There is a whole gang of them.

Computer wizard indeed.

We do have a small problem.

What is it?

The camera in the house didn't go off.

Finally. I've been waiting.

Thank god you came! It was terrible!

A whole gang! I almost died!

Calm down. I will get to the bottom of this.

Do you need witnesses? I'm ready!

That can be dangerous. Go back to the house.

Go back to the house.

There he is.

Look at him panic.

What if the drugs are in the house?

Nope. Apparently not.

Great.

I wonder what kind of honey those bees produce.

Gena, zoom in, will you?

Where is he going now?

Did you record it?

No doubt.

Well, the tiger is in the cage. Let's finish up.

So what happened? What did they take?

Nothing special. Don't worry, just a couple of bums.

Probably looking for vodka.

- Did you see where they went? - There. To the lake.

The lake? How long ago?

About twenty minutes ago. I'm all alone out here.

They won't be back will they?

Don't worry.

They won't.

What now?

We need to pick up the cameras. Then I'll call in a team to get him.

Show's over, clowns.

Hands out of your pockets!

What now?

Now I waste you.

Then bury you along with the equipment.

- You are such an asshole. - It's your own damn fault.

Nail warned you: don't stick your nose into other people's business.

Anyway, it was nice chatting with you but I'm late for work.

A nose for a nose.

A cellophane bag filled with white powder.

Weighs around three kilograms. Supposedly heroin.

- Sign this. - I'm not signing anything!

- You will answer for this! - Of course we will.

I need you to sign.

I'm ready. I long suspected something of the sort.

Awful.

This is a good look for you.

When Tatyana Aleksandrovna sees this...

Someone else is going to see you right now.

You goddamn artists!

Disobeying direct orders, are we colonel?

Not at all, General. Following orders. Relaxing in the country.

Your holiday is over. I want you in my office at 9.

With a full report on my desk.

Congratulations on your baptism in combat.

But you're still under our supervision.

You don't have a right without a warrant!

I'm going to complain to the Head Prosecutor!

Vitia, were you working

without a warrant?

You left it on my desk yesterday!

Signed and approved.

Who's the artist now?

Sinelnikov was on the take from the dealers.

It was all going smooth until Mikhey started talking to the wrong people.

So Sinelnikov decided to take him out of the picture

and earn a little on the side.

He waited until Mikhey received a new shipment, then killed him.

And Alex?

Sinelnikov planned to pin the murder on one of Mikhey's guests.

There were many but Alex turned out to be the first.

But you know what's the most messed up part?

If it wasn't your son in there,

we would have never gotten Sinelnikov.

Dad!

Why did you go to Mikhey without me? I thought we agreed.

I didn't want to get you involved.

I found the bag that mom hid and decided to return it.

Alex, Alex.

My baby!

God, you've lost so much weight!

Thank you for everything.

Please forgive me.

It's all in the past now.

Let's go home. Thank you, Vitya!

If I drank

I would get plastered tonight.

I know that's what I'm going to do.

Just don't top it off with a hamburger.

- Good day to you, Keller. - And a good day to you.

- It is beautiful indeed. - That's right. Original Repin.

- Are the documents ready? - They are.

And what about the commission's conclusion?

Why do we have to give it to the Russians?

That's none of our business.

Your job is to pass it on to me.

My job is to deliver it to Russia.

Bundes counselor's act of goodwill.

Hope everything goes well.

Quite sure it will.

Idea by Artem Litvinenko

Kirill Kjaro

Ivan Oganesian

Maria Anikanova

Nina Gogaeva

Nikolay Chindyaykin

Make-up by Ludmilla Semashko

Wardrobe by Elena Rukavishnikova

Sound by Sergei Stepanski

Music by Nikita Moiseev

Casting by Elena Prilipko

Artwork by Evgeniya Lisetskaya

Cinematography by Andrej Lisetsky

Editing by Vladimir Zapriagalov

Executive Producer Andrei Rizvanyuk

Producer Viktor Mirsky

Screenplay by Artem Litvinenko Andrey Babik

Directed by Artem Litvinenko

THE SNIFFER

I can't recall ever seeing a woman of your beauty.

Thank you.

Hope I'm not disturbing.

Svetlana. I actually needed to have a chat with you... Excuse me.

My congratulation, Victor. So young and a colonel already.

So what was that "work stuff" you needed to talk to me about?

Sveta, why don't we celebrate together?

The two of us?

You Victor, I would take you up on your offer

if only you didn't think of me

as just another star on your strap.

Congratulations on the promotion. And another star on your strap.

Vitya, can I talk to you for a minute?

This situation is becoming bothersome.

Your friend gets invited to all the crime scenes,

undertakes his own investigations, has access to classified information

and yet he is not under our employ. It's messy.

He is somewhat of an independent artist, sir.

Well this is not a community center. This is a secret organization.

Listen here, Lebedev.

Either you pull the proper strings

and get your buddy to work for us as a liaison

or I never want to see him here again.

Your call, colonel.

Would you like some more cognac?

Ilya Efimovich Repin.

I didn't know our Ministry employed such beautiful women.

Dead paints.

What?

Acrylic paint. Coloring pigment dissolved in polymer emulsion.

The smell of polyacrylat blocks all the other scents out.

The painting loses its individuality.

You have a funny way of appreciating art.

I like oil paints. They have character.

This is the first time ever posed as a journalist to see an exhibit.

How did you pull this off? You're not a journalist, are you?

An Editor in Chief of a certain newspaper owes me.

I think it's starting. Let's go.

Ladies and Gentlemen!

Today is a great day in the history

of Russian-German relations.

In an act of goodwill, The German Ministry of Culture

is returning one of the greatest paintings

of a revered and celebrated Russian genius.

Bitte, Herr Keller!

Danke, Mr. Tropinin.

Ilya Efimovich Repin.

The sketch for "Meeting of the Council of Government"!

The press conference will begin it twenty minutes.

In the meantime I would like to invite the press

to a glass of wine and some finger food.

Please!

Alexander Yurievich! A few questions!

Guess we're the only ones who came for the art.

I love the smell of genius.

Many great paintings have been lost to us during the war.

These great paintings find their way back to their Motherland quite rarely.

It's a fake!

We are witnessing a great achievement today...

Sir, what are you doing?

It's a fake! It's a fake!

Yes General!

Do you have a sore throat or something?

Not at all.

Pull your pants up and get down to the office!

Watch the news.

I'll call back.

...stated the Prime-Minister.

In other news,

the scandal concerning the Repin painting,

presented by the German Ministry of Culture to its Russian counterpart,

is quickly gaining momentum.

No one could have thought that a gesture of good will would turn into a mockery.

The painting "Meeting of the Council of Government"

was thought to have gone missing in the war.

But the unexpected happened during the ceremony of its return.

It's a fake!

Repin never used acryl based paints. This is clearly a fake!

The statement made by the Expert from the Special Bureau of Investigation

caused an international scandal.

This is provocation. I am convinced that the painting is genuine.

In other news,

the citizens of Primorskij Region were left without electricity.

The Minister of Emergency Situations had flown...

Since when are you a SBI expert?

What was I supposed to say?

Thanks a lot buddy! Stay where you are, I'm coming.

Yes, General sir.

Independent artist, you say?

- General... - What the shit?

Why in the hell is he calling himself an Expert for the SBI?

Have you any idea of the calls I've been getting? Listen here!

I've had it up to here.

Get down to the Gallery and be at my office in an hour with a report on hand.

Is that clear?

- Crystal, sir! - Execute.

Crap.

What was that, pet?

I need to leave you for another forty minutes.

I should also go.

When will I see you again?

Tomorrow. You have an appointment.

You still want to write that dissertation?

Of course. Such a famous patient.

I only wanted to tell them that it was a fake.

I had no idea they would raise such a fuss.

You went viral, by the way.

You got most views on YouTube today.

NADPIS "SBI expert spots fake!"

I have to go. See you tomorrow!

I'll see you at three!

- Good luck! - Thank you.

- Hi. - Hi.

So you got hungry for fame, Mr. Expert?

Hello, SBI Colonel Victor Lebedev.

Secretary of the German Embassy Dieter Keller.

- Greetings. - Hello.

And you are the owner of this Gallery, Pankov Gennady...

Vladlenovich. Gennady Vladlenovich.

Mr. Keller, you insist that

the original painting left Germany, correct?

We have official documentation.

We will need to examine it. How was the painting transported?

In a special case. It was placed in an armored vehicle.

Two guards, a driver and I were there the whole time.

Did you make any stops on the way?

Stops are against protocol.

Excuse me but what about biological needs?

There is an installed bathroom in the van.

Where did they come from?

They are Government Security Services.

Your expert tripped the alarm when he approached the painting.

Where was the painting located before the opening?

In our warehouse.

I will need to examine it.

Yes, of course.

Do you have a glass of water?

Please.

So here it is.

So what do you think, Mr. Expert?

Sodium fluoride.

So what about it?

Everything is treated with sodium fluoride here. Antifungal treatment.

Nothing I can put a finger on.

Was the painting transported in the case?

Yes.

Bring it upstairs.

The painting, well, the forged one anyway, was in this case.

Yes. I am certain.

Right. We are taking the painting.

You have no right!

Until the documents are signed the painting belongs to Germany.

Fine. Put the painting in the case,

into a warehouse and put the warehouse under my watch. Gut?

Are you able to determine whether the painting is genuine?

Our expert would be happy

to answer any questions you might have.

Any comments?

- I'm listening. - Herr Expert, this is Keller.

His Excellency the German Ambassador would like to request your presence.

Do you have a chance to come to the embassy?

When?

Right now if you could.

This is rather urgent matter.

Considering the traffic I can be there in an hour.

We await your arrival. See you soon.

Take a seat.

Can I offer you tea? Coffee maybe?

No, thank you.

I won't deny the gravity of the predicament

we find ourselves in.

This farce

is not exactly helping Germany's reputation.

We are certain that the original arrived in Russia.

Help us prove it.

Of course you will be comp-a-sat-et.

The painting is a fake.

I will agree to undertake this assignment

on one condition.

I am only interested in the truth.

Who's reputation that truth will damage is none of my concern.

Good. Herr Keller will brief you on the details.

But please, be discreet about us collaborating.

I hope you can understand.

I do.

Good luck.

Oh, of course! Good luck.

Thank you. I am very pleased you decided to help us.

Don't hesitate to call when you find something.

I won't. I'll call you when I know something.

To determine whether or not the painting is real,

we need to examine the frame, the paints and the canvas.

We don't have access to the canvas and the frame,

they still belong to Germany. But we managed to get paint samples.

- And? - And nothing.

Judging by the depth of the cracks, the painting is about one hundred years old.

The art experts have concluded that these are the paints Repin used.

Well perfect then.

Case closed.

What?

I want to get an opinion from the SRI.

What's the SRI?

The only institute that deals with paint development and testing.

The art expert could have made a mistake, not the SRI.

Maybe he didn't.

During a meeting

in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs the Germans announced

that they have started their own investigation. Guess who they hired?

I get it. He's a private investigator, he needs the press.

So he raises a ruckus, garnered a bit of publicity

and will make a tidy sum from all of it.

And here I thought you were such great friends.

Didn't he tell you?

Still wanna head down to that institute?

Anyway Lebedev.

The Germans are having

their independent examination at one today.

If they decide

that the painting is, indeed, real, I'm closing the case.

- Questions? - No, sir.

Be careful please.

- More water? - No, thank you.

So that was our main problem with oil paints.

They dry way too slowly. Too slowly.

We undertook all kinds of experiments,

added all sorts of polymers on an acrylic base.

- But that never got us anywhere. - So what happened?

During this time

we were also studying gumptions, essential oils of carbon acids.

- How is that connected to the paints? - The paints?

They are directly connected. You know how Viagra was invented?

No.

While testing the effects of a new heart medicine,

they found that it has an irrelevant effect on the heart.

But on other organs...

Boom!

So I had an idea:

what if you combine the oil from the paint

with a mix of acryl and the essential oils?

Great idea. And?

After a series of experiments we managed to get unique results.

The paint dried incredibly fast.

Adhesion was 98 percent!

I was supposed to receive an award from the Government but...

But?

In two weeks all the experimental samples we had

were covered in cracks.

The paint literally aged in front of your eyes.

It turned out to be completely useless.

And then what?

Nothing. Who needs cracked oil paints?

The work was cancelled, all the documents went into the archive.

And then the age of new paints came around

and everyone just kind of forgot about oil.

Ilya Leonidovich, can I have a look at the archive?

Yes, of course.

Come, I'll show you.

Back in the day this place used to be full of life. Twenty-six laboratories!

And that's just our department!

Today, of course, science has been forgotten.

Today, it seems, commerce is progress.

The rival firm.

My boy, could that be you?

My God, how long has it been? You haven't abandoned science, I trust?

I saw you on the news today! Such a scandal with that forgery!

Hold on...

Yes... And you said, "Who needs oil paints"...

- Let's keep moving. - Yes.

What are you doing here?

I am investigating a case that was on the brink of being closed.

What are you doing here?

Decided to visit Ilya Leonidovich.

You never forget who your friends are.

- Anything you'd like to tell me? - Nope.

So... working for a foreign government?

Are you doing it for the money or for ideological reasons?

Last time I checked you were an Expert with the SBI. Or are you over that?

The smell of cash blocks everything else out?

That does not concern you.

Fine. But don't even think of calling for help.

Ditto.

Which year was it?

Acrylics, acrylics...

Here it is!

Here it is! Here it is! This is the full report.

Good God!

Where is the report?

This is getting interesting.

Ilya Leonidovich, try to remember who requested the experiment.

It is very important.

Wait a second.

I suppose you're not planning on sharing information either.

Nope.

Here it is!

Say what you will about the old days, but at least there was order.

Agree. I'm not saying anything.

Shall we get started? Bitte!

Danke!

Hello. Who do you want to buy flowers for?

Hello.

Please... Tulips for example...

Of course!

Just smell it! So fresh! Shipped from Holland just yesterday!

Firstly, they got here three days ago.

And not from Holland but from the Moscow countryside.

They stood in water sprinkled with sulfur based preservatives.

I suggest you switch to activated charcoal,

the effects are the same, it's just more natural.

I knew I know you from somewhere!

You're that dog-man!

What dog?

Can I snap a picture with you?

Good day!

Hello!

Consider this compensation for a ruined evening.

Why "ruined"? I had a lot of fun!

I have a surprise for you as well.

"Germans slip a forged Repin!,

Scent of an empress!".

My favorite: "Dog man..."

"Sniffs out German phony".

You read that one?

Yeah...

I see you're not flattered.

I feel like a sideshow freak.

Apologies.

In need of some assistance?

- Turn on the TV. - What? Why?

Turn on the TV.

Where is the remote?

News?

And so, the mystery of the so-called Repin forgery has been solved.

Forged Repin, the German forgery,

a nasty-smelling gift.

These are some of the many headlines displayed in many newspapers.

And today we finally know the truth.

The international committee undertook a thorough examination.

The results of the analysis offer an answer to the question:

"Is original or fake?"

The international commission officially finds

the "Meeting of the Council of Government" to be genuine,

belonging to the brush of Ilya Repin.

We remind our viewers that the scandal was sparked after a man,

posing as an SBI expert, stated that the painting was a fake.

I am actually baffled that everyone

bought the word of some impostor.

If you are a Dog Man you should be seeking help

not sniffing paintings. Am I right?

The ceremony of the paintings transfer will take place tomorrow

at the "Russkiy Art" gallery as planned before this scandal.

Lies! The painting was a fake. And I'll prove it.

Hello, Svetlana!

- Good Day, Colonel. - How are you doing?

Good. You? Still getting used to being called "Colonel"?

Only you call me that.

And what do the others call you?

Just Victor. Like at the party,

remember?

You took the life out of that place soon as you left, you know?

Really? What about that little star you met?

Didn't she give you a twinkle?

So I have no chance then?

Take a seat. I took a look at your report.

So what do you think?

Lots of babble of missing papers,

deranged professors and not a single piece of evidence.

An international inquiry has been made and the results are final.

The case is closed. Done.

I found something else, General sir.

Forget it, Lebedev!

Our job is catching terrorists and murderers.

Not sloppy art theft. The case is closed.

Understood. Can I go now?

You can.

Yes.

Mr. Expert! This is Dieter Keller.

The Embassy of Germany no longer requires your services.

Furthermore, we are filing a lawsuit against you on charges of slander

and will expect compensation for the damage you have caused

for the reputation of Germany.

Good day.

Goddamn it!

Is it true that the German Embassy is suing you?

Who paid you to organize this provocation?

What do I smell like?

Shit. All of you reek of shit.

- Yes. - Herr expert!

You fail with painting!

But I bring knowledge that will make you happy.

Under two conditions: You apologize now...

We'll see about that. What's condition two?

I don't have to wear your protective condom!

We'll see about that too.

I am sure the painting is a fake.

Well since you're imploring me I'll share some information with you.

The development of the paints was commissioned

by The Ministry of Transportation.

The deed was signed by a Zasmagin G.V.

So?

Zasmagin G.V. resigned from the Ministry after 6 months.

After some time he becomes co-owner of a restoration firm called "Palette".

Amusing coincidence, no?

After that Zasmagin's trail goes cold.

But the name of the second co-owner becomes prominent.

A certain Surikov D.I.

Today this Surikov is the hard working and, hopefully,

honest Headmaster of Arts School Number Eight.

I'm going down to that school tomorrow. As a guest.

- But the case is closed. - It is.

Does that mean I can't visit people?

What are your plans Herr Expert?

I forgot! You're no longer a Herr.

Cut it out.

Don't let it get you down. I will help you.

If I get comp-a-sat-et...

Good day. I need to speak to the headmaster.

Dmitry Ignatievich? He is with a class right now.

In workshop number three. Down the corridor, second door on the left.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, may I ask who's asking?

Everything was going good at first. The crazy nineties, loose money.

"Palitra" was flourishing:

everyone wanted to have reproductions

of famous paintings.

Then the economic crisis hit and, well...

art sort of fades into the background during trying times.

Most of our clients disappeared. We had to close the firm.

What about Zasmagin?

I haven't seen him in over ten years.

Supposedly he moved to the States but I'm not sure.

If you are done, I would like to get back to the children.

I'm teaching.

Yes. Thank you.

What do you think?

Nothing. He seems clean.

That was our only clue... Are you sure the painting is fake?

I'm not sure of anything anymore...

I need to see that painting again.

After the mess you've caused they won't let you.

Vitya,

I need your help.

Hearing that from you means a lot. When is the opening?

Luckily,

this small mishap could not disrupt the public's drive

to see a great painting of a great artist.

Smells like... Repin.

As promised, finger food and wine. Please.

The night is a success, Herr Keller.

We've been spotted. Let's go!

- And? - It's a fake.

- Are you sure? - Absolutely.

Time to see the general.

And where's the proof? The case is closed.

To reopen it you need to present concrete evidence. Do you have any?

We do.

The gallery is exhibiting the forged painting.

An international,

I repeat, international examination proved the opposite.

So all the experts are stupid

and the only smart one is a certain you-know-who?

And furthermore,

I can't just start an investigation based on theories

presented by someone outside of the SBI!

They switched the paintings.

- What? - This is how it happened.

The Germans brought the original.

In the gallery it is exchanged

and they put the forged one up for exhibition.

I blow the whistle. Scandal leading to the examination.

They make the switch again and the original heads down

to the lab for the examination.

Loud statements are made putting me up to my ears in shit!

This is beneficial to them.

They can just as easily put the forgery back on display

and not fear another scandal or examination.

The painting is placed under government protection.

There are cameras all over the place.

How could they make the switch?

I don't know.

But somehow they do. The experts were right... But so am I.

Let's, for a second, assume that I believe you.

Nevertheless there is but one way this case is being reopened!

The man who refers to himself as an SBI expert

must, in fact, be an SBI expert.

How?

Well I can bend the rules a little and put you under our employ

as a civilian liaison.

And what will I be doing?

Same thing you are doing now. But officially.

- And my clients? - By all means!

You are, after all, a civilian. Otherwise,

the case gets archived, the paints disappear and you become a myth.

I doubt that is what you want.

- I have one request. - I'm all ears.

I can leave whenever I want.

And no one will stop you. Date and signature.

What now?

Well...

I have one idea.

Good day, Herr Keller. General Bondarev speaking.

Berlin, 1990.

They said that they are with the SBI.

One flashed a badge but I couldn't remember the name.

The other one is the guy who raised that whole ruckus.

Son of a bitch! Did they find anything?

I don't think so. They looked like they bought it.

Bought it, you say? Then why were they at the gallery again, huh?

What did you tell them?

Are you out of your mind, Zasmaga? How long have you known me?

I told you not to call me that! Never!

Good evening, Mr.Keller.

New information has come to light in the forgery case.

We have decided to undertake a second examination.

The painting needs to be ready for transporting at ten tomorrow.

I don't understand! There has been two examinations already...

We have taken this decision. And please, refrain from talking to the press.

Goodbye Mr. Pankov.

Goodbye.

Keller called! Says the painting need to be ready by ten.

Ready for what?

For transporting.

For transporting?

We are so screwed! What do I do?

Nothing. Let them take their painting. Their painting, get me?

Yeah.

And don't call here anymore. I'll contact you myself.

Listen to me very carefully...

We have liftoff.

Gena, you are a genius.

And here's Pankov.

Want some?

Sure.

How can you eat that crap?

Quite a few people.

This is the good part.

They are taking it to lockup.

So where are they going to make the switch?

OK.

Put it in here.

I'm not getting this. Are they going to make the switch in the morning?

Or have they already made it?

He left, colonel!

I can see that!

Can I have a smoke?

Go ahead.

I don't understand. Where did we go wrong?

I don't know.

Whoa!

Yeah Maxim, call it off.

- Colonel! - What is it?

He's back! Along with some jerk-off!

Give me the painting.

Here.

To the right!

Here.

OK.

And this is Repin's "Busted".

Thank you.

Come in, please.

This time tomorrow you will be looking for employment.

How do you do, Alexandr Yurievich!

SBI Colonel Lebedev. Please, take a seat.

What gives you the right to apprehend the Deputy Minister of Culture?

All will be revealed.

Bring in the suspect. You really should sit down for this.

Colonel, you are entering a world of pain.

Gennady Vladlenovich, do you know this man?

I do.

This is Tropinin Alexandr Yurievich,

the coordinator and leader of our...

criminal organization.

I have no idea what he is talking about!

He is lying, Colonel... He came up with the mechanism.

Even opened the gallery for it.

I only own it on paper.

Ridiculous.

Mr. Zasmagin, how did you become Pankov?

I was implicated

in a scandal when I worked for the Ministry of Transport.

Tropinin helped me change my name to Pankov.

And then?

I told Tropinin about the paints.

He decided to use them to forge art.

What was the purpose of Surikov, the Headmaster, in your organization?

Surikov was forging the paintings. He worked for pennies.

Tropinin was keeping all the money.

You little shit. After all I've done for you...

Alexandr Yurievich, you're the Deputy Minister of Culture.

Show some restraint.

Real Repin.

What makes oil paint so individual is the dying pigments.

For example, two shades of brown: umber and asphalt.

Umber is a mix of ironstone and manganese oxide.

It is found in Umbria, Italy.

Asphalt, hydrocarbons of the paraffin

were brought all the way from Damascus, Syria. And that's just two paints.

I had no idea this would be a chemistry class.

I was naively hoping for a second chance to have a date.

Well... I think that...

Hello!

Hello.

So you decided to mix work with pleasure.

Excuse me for a moment.

You were supposed to be here an hour ago.

I'm sorry. Traffic and such. Are you having a date here too?

It's not a date.

Whatever you say. Let's talk shop.

The original?

The forgery is exactly the same.

If it wasn't for you not a single expert would tell the difference...

Did you come here to shower me with compliments?

Not just that.

Walk with me.

Have a look.

What do you mean?

That's another...

A fake. Also went through Pankov's gallery.

There are dozens of these in our museums.

And what now?

We'll find them. Put them back. But quietly.

We've had enough Dog Man scandals.

Anyways. I will disturb you no more.

Goodbye.

- Have a good day! - Thank you.

So. Have you made up your mind about what out meeting really is?

I have.

Well...

My place?

Yes? Okay.

Alexei Dmitrievich, you are needed in ER!

What is it with today?

Idea by Artem Litvinenko

Kirill Kjaro

Ivan Oganesian

Maria Anikanova

Nina Gogaeva

Nikolay Chindyaykin

Make-up by Ludmilla Semashko

Wardrobe by Elena Rukavishnikova

Sound by Sergei Stepanski

Music by Nikita Moiseev

Casting by Elena Prilipko

Artwork by Evgeniya Lisetskaya

Cinematography by Andrej Lisetsky

Editing by Vladimir Zapriagalov

Executive Producer Andrei Rizvanyuk

Producer Viktor Mirsky

Screenplay by Artem Litvinenko Andrey Babik

Directed by Artem Litvinenko

THE SNIFFER

You're leaving already?

I need to get to work.

I can drive you.

That's okay, I've called a cab.

- Is something wrong? - No, nothing. I'll call.

Bye.

Excuse me, you're new I take it?

Yes.

Which department are you working in?

The secret one.

The secret or confidential?

Why do you ask?

- What's your name? - Marina.

Nice to meet you, I'm Viktor.

I'm a colonel and head of the first department.

So Marina, apart from field work I also have certain office duties.

Of what kind, I wonder?

I'm responsible for the quick adaptation of new employees.

Really now?

And what would that entail?

Care, kindness, protection.

Hello.

There is an introduction lesson.

Coffee?

And the President safely proceeded down the road...

Really?

There was another case...

You will have to forgive me, Marina.

That's another one of my subordinates but his adaptation is a hard one.

So we will continue this but a little later.

Late again?

Flirting again? The same beat scheme?

A cheap cup of coffee and a tale of how you saved the President?

You're in a good mood. Let me guess why.

A woman. 32-33, doesn't smoke, wears a lab coat.

Who could it be?

Did you get your weapon yet?

What weapon?

You are in the service, you get a gun!

I can't and won't use a gun.

And I think you played one too many video games.

Yes?

We are on our way!

Well then Mr. Pacifist!

We have four stiffs in a military hospital and no leads.

Just the way you like it, partner.

The nurse discovered the bodies at 6 AM.

Has anyone else been in the room?

The on call doctor Zinchenko. At 6:07. He proclaimed them dead.

- Anyone else? - No one.

Doctor Captain Zinchenko. Nurse Batisheva.

We are going to examine you.

I'm going to have to ask you to stand still.

Go ahead, colleague.

- Did you operate on a gangrene patient? - I did.

And you slept on the desk all night.

I don't recommend it, you might catch cold.

I need information on all the killed men.

Come. Batisheva,

I want to see you in my office later.

They all had the same diagnosis:

concussions, bruises and scratches.

And all four are from the same unit.

Do you know what happened?

There was a brawl on the base because of a quarrel. Caucasians.

What Caucasians?

The Caucasians were also hospitalized. There were only two of them.

One of them, Mamedov, is still in critical condition.

The other, Gadzhibekov was discharged yesterday. Back to the base.

I'm done in there. Go on in.

Guess we have a new chief now.

A real expert.

You got that right.

Goddamn poodle.

The nurse may be sleep on the job but she doesn't kill her patients.

She never made it further than the door.

Neither did the doctor.

- Were they the only ones in the room? - No.

Good, who else was in there apart from the nurse and the doctor on call?

A guy. Aged twenty, twenty five. Non-smoker.

He drank some rowanberry vodka, a little Dutch courage I guess.

Also: he uses lotion with a poly silocsan base.

What lotion?

For healing scar tissue.

Was it used on... Gadzhibekov?

Let me see.

It was.

Another interesting detail:

there were six people in that room yesterday, not four.

What do you mean? There are only four beds in there.

There is a distinct smell of two more people on the sheets on two of the beds.

Let's get this straightened out.

Zinchenko and Batisheva, get in here!

He runs a tight ship.

Who else, apart from the deceased, occupied room seven?

Bashkeev and Semirjad.

They were transferred to neurology that night.

Why were the sheets not changed?

Vera?

They were in there for just two hours. Didn't mess anything up.

- You told us... - Enough!

A tight ship, indeed.

They are all from the same base, 1348.

Time to pay them a visit.

How many times do I have to tell you to not put the tomatoes in the bottom?

Lady, would you mind hurrying it up?

It's not going through, can't you see?

Lena.

- What? - It's not going through...

I'm sorry, the product is not in the database. We can't sell it to you.

Then why the shit was it in the isles?

We probably just got them and didn't have time to put them in the database.

You can exchange it for something else.

I'm not going to exchange them for anything else.

Mom, what do you care?

Get the other ones.

Shut your mouth.

You're still a nobody and you will do what I tell you.

What are we looking at, ladies?

Keep working.

What is this?

Private Terentev, sir!

Disgraceful, Terentev!

Simply disgraceful!

You let the entire squad down!

Do you understand?

- Have I made myself clear, maggot? - Yes, sir!

Are you hearing me?

Colonel.

At ease.

Who are you?

Colonel of the SBI, Lebedev. We need to talk.

Officer, I want to see the entire squad outside in one minute starting now.

Get down to it.

What am I doing here?

Carrying out an investigation. You are my partner, right?

Attention!

Before rounds, we say thank you to whom?

That's right! Private Terentyev!

Start with pushups!

I want you to do 50.

Ready, set!

One, two, three, four...

Officer abuse is a thing of the past.

Apart from small incidents we have no conflicts.

Twelve soldiers with head injuries and knife wounds

qualifies as a "small incident" these days?

The fight broke out because the contractors

and the draftees live in the same barracks.

And is it a coincidence that all the draftees involved were Caucasians?

I have four barracks, a hundred and eighty people in each.

There are only forty-six contractors.

Are we supposed to give them a separate barracks?

Squabbles happen. This is the army, not a women's retreat!

Where are the Caucasians that were involved in the fight?

To prevent escalation they have been transferred to another base.

All of them?

Except Gadzhibekov.

He is still in the infirmary.

Out the barracks, first right. Do you have any more questions?

No.

What happened?

They have new shoes at the store. I need some money.

Can't it wait till evening?

The girls will buy everything by then.

Poly silocsan. But it's not him.

I'm done with detective work for today.

I'll wait in the car... partner.

49, 50. Get up!

To the left!

On my command. Run!

They were kicking Mamedov. Eight of them.

So I got the rest of the boys.

I mean, they were killing our countryman.

Was I supposed to turn a blind eye?

Has this sort of thing happened before?

All the time.

The contractors have an iron grip over the draftees.

I don't know who killed them,

but I have respect for him.

Ready!

Stop! To the right!

Push ups now!

"Officer abuse is a thing of the past". Yeah, right.

They were shipped to other bases in a heartbeat.

The Caucasians.

Yep. So far "revenge" seems to be the motive.

Are we going to visit all of these bases?

Jeez. Your adaptation is causing some growing pains.

What adaptation?

Forget it.

Maxim! These soldiers need to be transported to the SBI by nine tomorrow.

I'll send you a list.

No, we are not going to visit all of these bases today.

I have plans.

So what drew you to the force, Marina?

Actually I'm just an intern.

An intern?

I received my law degree this year.

- Then went to post grad studies. - And?

Well they require an internship in a law enforcement agency.

I chose SBI.

And you made the right call, Marina.

I'll be a minute.

I'm timing you.

Excuse me, please.

Watch where you're going, bitch.

Are you okay?

Have you any idea who I am, you shitkicker?

Chill out now.

Take it easy.

Hello, police?

"... screaming out insults proceeded to kick me in the hand, breaking my pinky."

Lebedev then continued kicking me in the presence of witnesses,

"whose testimonies are included."

What am I supposed to make of this?

He's lying! That's not what happened!

This! This is what happened!

The rest is hair salon gossip!

Do you know whose pinky you broke?

Who?

Duma Deputy P.I. Ezhikov.

And he has eight witnesses!

They demand disciplinary measures!

General!

But that's all well and good.

But tell me this. Why would you call the cops?

Couldn't handle him yourself?

Listen here Lebedev! I'm not covering for you!

And keep this in mind:

the next time you call the cops it's going to be for a job interview!

Dismissed!

By the way,

what is all this employee adaptation I keep hearing about?

Listen here,

I'm closing the internship. This isn't a...

Go.

Broke his pinky...

Colonel!

I'm very sorry the internship program was closed.

It's complete chaos!

Cops snooping around the base, the court marshal.

The draftees are going crazy, the commander is pissed, it's crazy.

How are you guys?

Crazy. Can you imagine if we were in that ward?

Luck. Pure luck.

If we only knew which son of a bitch did it...

Alright, let's go.

It's not them.

You can all go now.

So the Caucasians are clean.

They are. I'm going to go.

If something happens, call me.

Maxim, get me all the cases

concerning disorderly conduct on the base from the past year.

Anatoliy Borisovich, what have we got on ballistics?

Well, four bullets were taken out. They were fired from a suppressed TT.

This particular pistol is not in our database.

Alex?

Did something happen?

I've decided to live with you.

No Alex, you have to live with your mother.

I can't do it anymore. Can I stay with you for a while?

How do you imagine this working?

I don't have a room for you. Also I'm at a loss at what to do with you.

Meaning, you're throwing your only son out.

Please understand that you must live with your mother.

You didn't want to. Now you're making me do it.

Alex...

Open the door now. Alex is missing.

Alex is gone. Some of his things and a bag are missing.

We need to call the police.

That's how it is, huh?

I'm calling every hospital and morgue in town, about to lose my mind...

While they are relaxing here, having tea.

Can't he come visit?

With his things?

Get your things and go home.

I'm talking to you.

I'll deal with you

later.

You have a real stupid house, you know that?

Can't even slam the door on you.

To luck, eh?

To luck.

You think they'll find that scum sucker?

Who? The cops? Don't make me laugh.

The last one is mine.

Why yours?

Because it is.

I'll get more.

Recognize me?

Don't shoot me, bro!

Where's Semiryad?

Don't...

Open the door.

Are you drunk in there?

Holy shit!

Two people were drinking vodka. The deceased and another one.

Both were recently hospitalized. It that same room.

Remember the smell of the sheets?

Baksheev, Baksheev...

Yes! Bashkeev and Semiryad!

So the killer was hunting for six people?

Or two of the men killed in the hospital were a mistake.

At any rate, Semiryad is the next victim.

That's awful...

Animals...

What do you mean "gone"?

When we found Baksheev's body, I raised the alarm.

But Semiryad was nowhere to be found,

he wasn't in the formation.

It's like he'd vanished.

Four contractors were murdered in the hospital.

I have enough reasons to believe that these murders

were somehow connected to Baksheev and Semiryad.

Contractors tend to stick together.

Were they threatened? Could anyone be looking for revenge?

I have no idea.

Was the Sentry switched?

Not that I know of.

No one leaves the base until the area is secured.

Nope. He didn't leave HQ.

How can you leave the base without going through HQ?

I don't know, colonel!

Stop shitting me, jackass!

I'm going to have a stroll along the fence

and I will find the gap you all go rogue through.

And then you'll be charged with concealing evidence.

Clear? Show me.

Semiryad is the worst.

He would beat you so bad you couldn't walk. Never leaves any marks either.

Who's " they"?

Baksheev, Semiryad, Slipko and... what's his name... Gumenyk.

They were all from the same town.

- Why were there no complaints? - Who's there to complain to?

Contractors push us around and the officers are fine with it.

"Order" is maintained.

There it is.

And here's "Cracker Jack".

- Cracker Jack? - Yeah.

Why "Cracker Jack"?

Well, "Cracker" is "crack"!

And Jack, hell if I know. That's the name.

I found something.

That is how the murderer got in.

If he knew about the crack, he must've served here.

And also, that's how Semiryad deserted the base.

30 minutes after the murderer ran off.

- Was he following the murderer? - Don't know.

Smells follow the same trajectory up to the freeway.

Then I lose track of them.

What else?

A man, 20-25 years old. Uses polysiloxane.

That's the ointment against scars.

And he was wearing a scarf. A black scarf.

Is that all?

No.

I also smelled polyester fiber with NC

and polyurethane supplement.

What does that mean?

Those are the components of leather they cover bus seats with.

And since the smell is sharp, the bus in question must be brand new.

So I believe the bus station is our next stop.

This is terrible.

Five soldiers on my base. The commission is going to show up.

Like I didn't pay enough attention or failed to discipline them.

Wish we could catch the bastard.

So, who's writing?

Lyuba from the canteen. She wants to go to the movies tonight.

You women are strange.

A hundred meters away yet write each other on the phone.

Want some tea?

I'll have some at work.

Lyuba, I need a favor...

That's ours. Number 47. Moscow, Troicky Posad, Kamency, Teplye Prudy and back.

Has been on the go for a month or so.

It is new, no questions about that but the motor dies quite often.

Had to take care of it twice already.

Buses like these seem to be the only option.

Is that a daily route?

It used to go three times a day, now, twice a day.

In the morning and in the evening. And every other day in winter.

And where's the bus now?

On route. If nothing happens it should be here in an hour.

And who's the driver?

- Petka Shylyaev. He sports a mustache. - And who worked yesterday?

Him. This isn't an international bus station.

I see. Thanks.

We'll catch him on the way.

What's he done this time?

Everything is fine, don't worry.

- Katya, hand me the meat! - It's not defrosted yet.

Why the hell not?

I just took it out of the freezer. They wouldn't let anyone in.

Fine, give it to me.

Lyuba, tell me that dinner's going to be on time!

I'll do my best, Colonel. But you know perfectly well...

I know. But then you're going to the movies. You'll be fine.

Relax a little... Which movie?

A comedy.

And all by yourself? Without suitors?

How is that even possible? They are nowhere to be found.

Your wife invited me, so I guess I'll join.

My wife invited you, eh?

Enjoy the night.

Is anything wrong, officer?

Mr.Shylyaev?

That is right. What is the matter?

SBI Colonel, Lebedev.

Did anyone get off at the crossroads

next to the military base yesterday night?

Yesterday? Yes, this one guy.

- Was he wearing a uniform? - No, a civilian.

Describe him.

An average guy. Tall.

I think he had a cold. He we wearing a scarf.

Where did he get on?

At the turn to Zuevka. What the hell is going on here?

How far from here?

About 70 kilometers. What happened?

Nothing. Thanks for your help.

- What do you mean? Is that it? - That is it.

- And don't dilute gas, I beg you. - What?

Otherwise, you'll just kill the engine again.

I want an extra sentry by every barracks.

With machine guns. Change guard every hour.

Will do, sir.

Report to me every two hours.

Yes, sir.

I don't want a single soldier out of the barracks.

Understood, commander.

All the Zuevka news are right here, my friend.

That's our help desk right there.

I'll wait here.

Suit yourself.

- Good day, pretty ladies! - Hello.

Are you looking for a bride, sonny?

A buddy of mine, actually.

Young, tall, wears a scarf.

Serezha, you mean?

- He's not here. - Where is he?

Don't know. He left yesterday, hasn't been back since.

And you are...?

SBI Colonel, Lebedev.

You're going to show me where your Serezha lives.

- How long has he been living here? - About two weeks.

I don't take rent. He's been helping around the house,

fixed the fence, there, see?

He's so quiet. What a good lad!

Why does he wear a scarf all the time?

He's face is covered with gruesome scars.

I think he's ashamed of them.

Did he mention anything about those scars?

I did ask him once and he just got angry all of a sudden.

I never came back to it.

This is where I set him up.

It used to be a sauna before.

Pretty isn't it?

Did he make any calls? Maybe a letter?

Who's he gonna call? He was raised in an orphanage.

It's him... The gun and bullets were in this bag.

When will Serezha be back?

I don't know. He comes and goes.

Sometimes for days at a time...

Dolganin, Sergey. Military Base 1348.

Good God, what a handsome boy!

Why would anyone do that to him?

- Are you getting dressed already? - Yep.

I've been summoned to town. Don't wait up.

- Should I make you some sandwiches? - Sure.

Maxim, get two operatives and head to Zuevka.

Lenin Street, 42. Hustle.

Son, what seems to be the trouble?

If Sergey comes back before my colleagues arrive,

don't tell him anything.

And don't worry. Everything will be fine.

What did you do, Serezhenka?

Colonel.

Don't burn the bard down.

- Did anyone see you? - No.

- Where is the car? - Parked by the curb.

I'll take you this girl I know. You can wait it out there for a week.

Let's go.

Semiryad!

Serezhenka! Where were you, baby boy?

No calls, no letters.

I thought you'd forgotten about me.

What's wrong with your throat?

It's not my throat.

She doesn't report to me. Look for her on base grounds.

Yes.

Pashutin's wife climbed through "Cracker Jack" thirty minutes ago.

Thank you.

Lyuba, we know Pashutin's wife has left the base.

Where did she go?

Sergey Dolganin committed five brutal murders.

Last night's being the latest.

Your friend is in grave danger.

I told her this would lead to no good...

What did you do, Serezha?

What about the police?

The police?

I was outside the base.

And they had an alibi that checks out.

That's what the detective said.

What do we do now?

Those animals can't hurt anyone anymore.

They did this to me for fun...

Just to pass the time.

Hurry up!

I... I don't know.

I'm so lost.

I killed two innocent men...

Why did you come?

To say goodbye.

Look at you two lovebirds.

Sit down!

Tell me Lena, what have I not given you?

Is this what gets you off?

Look at him!

He is pathetic, a maggot, a disgusting monster!

Do you love him?

Do you, bitch?!

Alright.

Should have sliced your pecker off too, Dolganin.

What did you expect?

You don't just bang my wife without consequence.

I told Semiryad and his pals to punish you that night.

I showed mercy where I should have been firm.

Should have buried you from the get-go.

But that's okay. I'll fix my mistake.

You are a piece of shit, Pashutin.

An hour ago, Dolganin here, used this gun

to murder private Semiryad.

And now,

in a jealous rage, he will murder my wife.

Shithead.

Freeze!

Son of a bitch!

Are you ok?

He's a good shot, the bastard.

Take this.

Bastard! Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard...

- Colonel, you ordered this. - Finally! Did you leave a tip?

With corn. You want?

Very funny.

Well, that's your call.

More for me.

Now about Doganin.

There are no witnesses to his beating so he couldn't prove a thing.

Plus he was on leave.

He was discharged right out of the hospital.

Pashutin's wife knew nothing.

Is she going to jail?

No. Self-defense.

I'm a witness.

You too.

Knock-knock.

I came by to say goodbye.

What do you mean goodbye?

My internship has been cancelled.

Cancelled? I'll sort it out.

Thank you.

I see you've adapted.

Yes, I have.

The Colonel and I saved the President again

just the other day.

Marina, I'll see you off.

To be honest, I really don't want to say goodbye.

The number you have called is not available.

I've been missing you so much, baby.