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Help!

Help!

Are you all right?

Everything is all right.

Everything is all right.

I remembered.

What did you remember?

The Consul.

What?

The Consul L'Eau de Cologne.

Wait for me. I'll be back soon.

No, I don't have any more, Robert!

-Hello, daughter! -Hi, dad.

What is wrong with the car? Did you break it?

Here is something for Robert and for you.

And some more.

Just don't tell mum.

Is the car at home?

At home, yes.

Thank you, dad.

Oh, yes...

Daughter, I shall go.

It's better not to be late. You know it yourself.

Bye.

-Dad... -Yes?

Why don't you divorce her?

How may she live without me?

Bye.

In childhood, I witnessed a murder.

The killer pursued me;

I hid in the manhole

and fell underground.

I got lost.

I was drinking dirty water dripping from the walls.

At first, I called for help.

Help!

Somebody!

-And then I stopped. -People!

That was when my abilities first manifested themselves.

I felt the smell of the forest.

I ran towards that smell.

This is why I love the smell of the forest.

The smell of freedom.

Did you remember the attacker?

It was dark.

But I do remember something.

Both that and this killer use the Consul L'Eau de Cologne.

The legendary L'Eau de Cologne was and is produced

by the Krasnaya Zarya factory.

What a name!

It means the killer loves the Consul and continues to buy it.

No, no. Nowadays, L'Eau de Cologne is made using spirits from crude oil.

And it was a smell of an old L'Eau de Cologne, from corn spirits.

Is the man using the L'Eau de Cologne

that hasn't been produced for a long time?

Yes.

What is...

Hello. Kristian! We need to find out something.

The best thing is to start...

We need to talk.

Again?

Do our relations suit you?

They don't suit me.

I thought that it was serious between us.

That we both wanted a family

and to have children.

But you don't want that.

Therefore, we shall separate.

I see.

You're always like this.

I thought that I met a real man at last.

And you're a child.

A boy with a gun.

We're in the Rottermani city district.

In the 19th century,

this factory produced starch, spirits, flour and even pasta.

During the Perestroika years, this cooperative was delivering

the goods of the Krasnaya Zarya factory to Tallinn.

Including the Consul L'Eau de Cologne.

The Soviet perfumes fell out of favor in the beginning of the 1990-ies.

It's hard to call them perfumes.

We were all savages in the Soviet Union

and didn't know much about civilization.

I was one of the first

to shift to the Western perfumes. As you see, it was a right decision.

Did you sell all the goods that you had in stock?

No way!

The storehouse was full of the Communar, Consul and other shit.

We had to free the space.

I threw everything out.

Completely?

One of the employees of the storehouse asked me

to give her a box to use as presents.

I have no idea whom she might give that shit, though.

Please try to remember the name and surname of your employee.

It's very important.

It was almost 30 years ago.

She doesn't work here anymore.

Her name was Svetlana...

And her surname?

Voronkova, I believe.

What is the name of your cooperative?

I am ashamed to say this...

The Glasnost.

The Glasnost Cooperative?

Yes, at seven...

No, no, no need to bring anything.

I have everything.

Yes...

Propane-butane! Gas!

Just a half an hour ago...

If we rang the bell...

Hello?

Svetlana Voronkova was murdered.

No more than 30 minutes ago.

Come here with Kristian.

Got it.

An urgent call.

Faster!

Start the engine, I am on my way.

I forgot my notebook.

You should have entered the Art Academy and not the Police Academy.

But they don't accept perverts, do they?

The killer is the same person who attacked me in the Gorhall.

I feel the smell of industrial burning of pine timber and straw waste.

Does he work at the electric power plant?

More likely, he lives close by.

The smell is very faint.

We may sketch the crime scene.

Kristian does it well.

For the birthday guy!

He is already sleeping.

How nice!

I'll soon start collecting cubes and pyramids.

Please remind his name.

Robert. I told you before.

It's not an Orthodox name.

No, I named him after Robert Molemskiy.

By the way, Robert Molemskiy was born in Champagne.

It's an argument!

-Let's go to the terrace! -Let's go.

How cool! I don't know how to use the grill.

When one lives alone, one learns everything.

-Shall we drink for the birthday boy? -We shall!

Why don't you want to tell the father of the baby that he has a son?

There is no father.

It was a donor. A person without a name and surname.

Taking my age and the stress I had survived into account,

I wouldn't be able to get pregnant naturally.

What stress?

What about you? Are you happy in marriage?

You know, I am.

Are you really happy with everything?

I want to have a child.

And he?

He doesn't want a baby yet.

Happiness is never 100%. Something is always wrong. Always!

Shall I repeat?

No.

Give me a piece of paper and a pen.

The motorcycle is old. The fuel doesn't burn to the end.

The same smell of the electric power station and a new one.

It's a bush; it blooms with purple conical flowers.

There is only one power station that works on biofuel -

pine chips and straw.

There is a residential district close to it.

What vacations?

At my own expense. For family reasons.

May I congratulate you?

It's too early.

I hope I'm on the guest list?

Let it be a surprise.

Thank you!

Where is Lebedev?

On a vacation. Don't you know?

May I?

Yes.

File a statement.

What statement?

For a vacation. At your own expense.

Oh, Vitya, Vitya...

The bush!

-The motorcycle is not here. Come in. -We need an order.

What order?! A criminal lives here!

A smell is not evidence.

We entered Voronkova’s house without any order.

It was a threat of an explosion.

A police officer has a right

to enter a house in case of a threat to life or safety.

How do you know that there was a threat of an explosion?

The smell of gas.

So, a smell may be evidence, after all? Or no?

A law is a law!

Wilma, I need an order...

Here is the order.

Brilliant! Kristian! Let's break the door!

Semtex...

Plastid!

What did you find?

Nothing serious. Just smells.

Look here.

Lord, there are so many maps...

Interesting!

Vladimir Muusta...

Erika was very beautiful... very!

But frivolous. She had many affairs. And admirers.

We were interrogating him before!

Announce him wanted!

Hello.

Hello.

You wanted to talk to me...

regarding Victor. Lebedev.

Here.

The sea must be cold.

What a pity we can't swim...

You can't even imagine how timely your arrival is...

-Some wine? -No, thanks.

Thank you.

That weird friendship is to blame.

Males don't make friends like this!

They may go fishing, or visit a bar, or watch football.

But not all the time!

But they are always together...

Now I understand why Victor had absolutely no time for you.

Calm down.

I may help you.

We need them to quarrel. Just a bit.

Did Vitya tell you where he was going?

No.

I know where. To his friend.

Why do you need it?

Do you want to have your ex back?

No, of course not. He is like a child.

He needs constant attention though he'll never accept that.

He bought a house in Estonia.

He thought I wouldn't find out.

Here are the tickets.

I may be in time. Do you have the money?

Semtex! Plasticized hexogen in huge quantities.

What is he thinking of?

Semtex is the favorite explosive of the Soviet special services.

The KGB?

The 13th department works on murders, terror attacks

and stuff like this.

It had its own storehouse with weapons and explosives.

Semtex?

-Yes. -Why Semtex?

Because it was produced in Czechoslovakia.

It wasn't marked.

After a loss of a big delivery in Libya, it spread all around the world.

That's why the use of the Semtex may be blamed on anybody -

"anybody but us".

It's tasty. Thank you.

Was the storehouse evacuated?

No.

Where is it?

Somewhere underground.

I don't know the exact place.

How did he find that storehouse with explosives

if even an old KGB-worker doesn't know about it?

Maybe by accident.

He might have bumped into it on an excursion underground.

Let's go to the excursion bureau tomorrow.

We need to have a serious talk.

How did you end up here?

You won't believe it. I took a taxi.

From the airport, of course.

The door to the terrace was open.

Did you want to talk to me?

Yes.

Have a nice talk.

You're a detective, aren't you? You shall have good deduction skills.

Or did you lose the ability to think without him?

Yulia, maybe you will...

You became a part of him.

You lost your own personality.

You're turning into a hermit, just like him!

I see what you mean...

Yes! Yes!

You left her alone without saying anything!

Do men really act in this way?

We separated. I shan't inform anyone on where I am and what I am doing.

"We separated..."

Do people really separate like this, Vitya?

-Yulia, it's none of your business. -It's my business!

She came to me; she was crying...

Let me repeat. It's none of your business, Yulia.

Any more questions?

I see.

Does it mean I came in vain?

But do you know what?

Who are you without him?

Think about that!

How did you talk?

Very well.

Such a nice friendly talk.

You have such a nice house.

A real romantic nest?

What is upstairs? A bedroom?

One for both of you?

-When are you leaving? -Tomorrow in the afternoon.

I wanted to book a hotel but

there are no free rooms.

No, there are still some free rooms in a hotel by the airport.

It's very convenient.

I booked one room in your name.

Oh, it's so fast!

A taxi will take you to the hotel.

You're so...

What did she want?

Nothing special.

Sleep! We need to wake up early tomorrow.

Good night.

-Did you take your passport? -Yes.

-Take the suitcases. Let's go. -I'd like to have an advance.

-How much? -Fifty euro.

They are heavy.

-Here is his locker. -Open it.

I don't have keys from the guides’ personal lockers.

Footwear for tours around underground Tallinn.

What do you need the passport for?

It may be of use.

What is there?

Where?

I saw it somewhere...

Ammonium arsenate of copper.

In ancient times, it was used to treat wooden logs to prevent rotting.

I also feel smells of sea salt and crushed almonds,

and Rhine wine with cinnamon, ginger and clover.

The pharmacy by the City Council.

The pharmacy-museum.

They sell marzipans and a drink called claret which you described.

It's an old tradition.

They sell sea salt too.

Plastid, the pharmacy-museum, the center of the city.

We shall inform Thomas.

The pharmacy by the City Council building.

Damn it! We're late!

Not the pharmacy, the tower!

Help!

Help!

This is Vladimir Muusta.

The approaches to the tower are mined!

Don't even think about approaching!

I repeat - the tower is mined.

Don't even think about approaching!

Help!

Wilma!

Wilma!

Damn it!

Shit!

Kristian!

Kristian!

Kristian!

-Stay here! -I'll go with you!

Stay here. I'll go on my own.

Go to the shelter!

Hide, hide!

Damn it!

This is Colonel Lebedev. The criminal escaped.

Summon the miners. Summon the miners!

Doctors! Faster, doctors!

Come here, faster!

How is he?

Help the others!

Go there, faster!

Damn it!

Inform the police, fast!

Hand this over to them!

Yes!

Pharmacy?

You, follow me! To the pharmacy!

Damn it!

Call the detachments! Cordon the area!

Damn it!

We need people and equipment.

I think I know where he is going to go out.

Come on!

Help!

Damn it!

Bastard!

I've waited for this moment for so long!

Come here! Search the area!

Back to your senses?

Good.

Agree,

it would be silly to just kill you.

I want you to understand everything.

We're by the entrance to the tunnel. Yes, exactly.

Judging from the direction of tires, a motorcycle was here recently.

However, nobody went out or drove out of here...

I used to be a respected man!

A member of the Communist Party.

I was married.

Erika decided to blackmail me.

I had to promise her that we'll flee to Finland.

I killed her.

Nobody would ever found out about that but for one little bastard

who was sticking his nose in other people's affairs!

It hurts, doesn't it?

Can you imagine the pain I felt all these years?

I didn't sleep at night;

I was imagining you giving me in to the police.

That’s why my marriage and entire life

were ruined.

I only regret one thing -

that I didn't catch you

and bury in the concrete together with Erika!

I have tunnel 77 on my map.

It also smelled of sea salt.

May one go out to the water from the caves?

Yes, one may.

Damn it!

You shouldn't poke your nose in other people's affairs.

And now, you will die.

Help me!

Help me!

Subtitle translation by Olga Cherniavska