All language subtitles for Kontakt - S01E06_SDH [English] (SUBRIP)

Hi.

Katya.

Katya?

Baby?

DENIS

Yes?

Hello? Sveta?

Yes, Denis.

Are you still sleeping?

Yes, it’s me.

Oh, you were with him all night.

Yes.

We have a new body in this case. Come.

Of course.

You know the address.

What address?

The one you sent Saliutin to last night.

Was she killed?

-Andrey, I’m done.
-Killed? To put it mildly.

Broken skull, disfigured face.

Let the witnesses sign it.

Do you see now I was right?

You won’t believe it.

What?

Come. You’ll like it.

I promise.

Morning.

Klavdiya, thank God. I was worried.

I had an urgent call from work.

Hi, Sveta. It was crazy this morning.

I’m sorry I’m late.

Here. The recipe and the money.

I called an ambulance.
They gave him an injection.

They said he would sleep for a while.

You go. I’ll take care of it.

I left the soup on the stove.

I’ll deal with it.

Okay, I’m out of here.

One more thing.

The doctor said
he should stay in bed and sleep.

No running or jumping around.

I understand.

I’ll call you.

Good.

Sanya, take Belenkaya
and her papers and get out.

I need to talk to Svetlana in private.

One-on-one.

Denis Ivanovich, I’m not an object.

You can’t just take me and...

These aren’t my papers. It’s my work.

What?

Okay, okay. Come on, let’s go.

Svetlana, why don’t
you take a seat? Please.

Welcome, so to say.

You know what this is?

It’s the security video footage.

The district administration
is not far. We’ve watched their video

and made a copy.

Do you recognize him?

I can zoom in on him.

Notice the time and date in the corner.

That’s the time of the girl’s death,
according to the coroner.

Do you like the surprise, Sveta?

Wait. Isn’t he in the hospital?

He ran away last night.

Can you believe it?

No. He told me to call...

Sveta. Saliutin has told me all this.

I’m telling you again:
he’s messing with you.

He wants to throw off suspicion.

Honestly, I bought it for a second.

Okay, let’s have another look.

See? Our photographer
is running away from the crime scene.

Not walking, running!

Who called the police?

Her friend came early in the morning.

And found this.

I don’t understand.

What?

What is unclear?

I have a couple questions for him.

He works with a partner.

Our suspect’s fingers are everywhere.

I think your friend
has left his traces, too.

Tone it down, Denis. Look.

Of course he was here.

Understandably, more than just once.

The girl called herself his fiancee.

They are in the pictures together.

Now tell me please

why he would want to kill her.

Sveta, I’m warning you.

I’m not hiding anything
from Smurniak anymore.

No offence.

Besides, the Journalists’ Union says

Kostrova kept a big sum in cash at home

for current expenses
connected with exhibitions.

Okay.

What does it mean to us?

I believe that, considering all the above,

Oleg Malinin
should be put on the wanted list.

If we arrest Malinin,
he’ll lead us to his partner.

Okay, I hear you.
Svetlana, what do you think?

No need to rise.

Brazhnik, you too
sit down. I’m listening.

Unlike Major Brazhnik,
I’m not 100% sure

about Malinin’s involvement
in all these crimes.

Two important things are missing.

A weapon and a motive.

Besides, why would he escape
the hospital to kill his friend?

Besides, if we go with Denis’s theory,

Malinin could have commissioned
his accomplice with it,

who could have killed her
as well as Malinin himself.

Looks like he needed something

from the late Kostrova’s apartment.

Ivan Alekseyevich,
if we are looking for a scapegoat

to pass the buck too, then...

Easy, easy. Easy, Svetlana.

What can you tell us about...

Malinin’s recurring visions?

His prophetic dreams?

Nothing.

Meaning?

I can neither confirm nor disprove it.

Haven’t you been taking advice
from the suspect?

Yes, I have.

Sometimes his dreams come true.

Oh?

Interesting.

Okay, I’ve heard you out.

Now let’s dot the i's.

Time will tell whether he’s guilty.
Meanwhile, I’ll listen to Brazhnik.

We need to find Malinin ASAP.

SVETLANA NIKOLAYEVA

Your ticket.

Thanks.

Your ticket.

Your ticket, please.

Thank you.

What did you achieve?

This is going to be on you.

You have been warned.

Nobody asked for your help.

You were asked to stay away.

If you ever stand in my way again

I’ll destroy you.

100th Km station. Next - Golovanovo.
No stop at the crossing.

Nothing?

Nothing, boss.

The last time Malinin called him
was a week ago,

according to the records.

Why even bother with the record,

if Malinin’s cell phone
is in a hospital’s locker?

I wonder which phone
he uses now, if he does.

And here is another one.

Registered to Igor Grigoryev,

a reporter.

Fifteen outgoing calls in the last month

and five, six... seven incoming calls
from Grigoryev to Malinin.

-Shall we?
-Let’s do it.

Comrade Belenkaya will make our day.

Okay. Darya...

-Mikhaylovna!
-Excuse me. Let me help.

I won’t. Here is what we found
while searching Malinin’s place.

The laptop, the notepads.

He hasn’t been to his apartment.

Hello?

Mr. Grigoryevich?

I’m from the police.

Wait. Did you make the maintenance
sign for the broken door?

It was a good locksmith’s work.
He opened it carefully...

-Listen!
-...and locked the French lock.

Good job.

The apartment was sealed.

It’s not about your car accident.
Yes, the police!

When was the last time
you talked to Oleg Malinin?

Where?

In Germany?

Since when?

Has he called you recently?

I see. Thanks. I’m sorry.

Grigoryev has been in Germany
for five days.

Cross him out.

Where could he go? Guys?

He had to turn to someone for help.

Why are you so curious, punk?

Half a mil, and we’re even.

-What?
-You’ll be free.

Andreyevich, what do you mean,
half a mil? I owe you 300,000.

What? When was that?

How about the apartment you lost?

-The car you’ve abandoned?
-Andreyevich,

do you want me
to work for you all my life?

I don’t.

Why keep raising the stakes, then?

When did I raise it?

Only twice.

When you were God knows where.

Prices kept going up.

I have to pay the bills, too.

The car, the apartment, the utilities.

Are you messing with me again, punk?

Half a mil, Andreyevich.

That’s final.

Bastard!

Asshole! Half a mil!

He’s an interesting man.

Not again!

I can’t get used to it.

This man.

You didn’t tell me about him
the other day.

-Tell me.
-Right here?

Are you going somewhere?

You said you had come back from jail.

Your grandpa was dead,
and you went to the orphanage, right?

Yes.

When I came back and found out
the house was burnt down,

I had to live somewhere. I wasn’t even 18.

The social services decided
to send me to a boarding school

for those... what was the word?
Troubled kids, in a word.

Some had been in jail, like me.
Others were using.

I’m Nikolay Andreyevich Vasilchenko.

The principal of this school.

What does it mean for you, punk?

What does it mean?

It means I’m your tsar and God,

you little thug.

Do you feel me?

Yes.

Good. Good for you.

Because if you don’t
I can do to you whatever I want.

And you will do whatever I say.

I didn’t hear you.

-Yes.
-Speak up. Loud and clear.

-Yes!
-Why are you yelling?

Are you trying to prove something?

I’ll reap your head off, you punk!

Go to the steward.

Tell him I told you to clean the latrines.

Make them shine like a bald man’s head.

I’ll check on it later.

Is that clear?

-Yes, sir.
-Get out of here, then.

Go for it! Punk.

Up! Everybody up!

Listen to me, you punks.

Today I ordered

our new warden Galenko
to clean the toilets.

You know I always expect from you
an A-level delivery.

This kid’s work doesn’t even deserve a C+.

-I cleaned it!
-Go back and do it again.

Let it teach you a lesson.

Him and all of you! Off you go.

Stay on your legs for 30 minutes.
Then, lights out.

Anyone who messes with me

will join Galenko in the toilet.

Okay. Cleaning?

Cleaning.

Why are the joints still filthy?

It won’t come off. The grime has sunk in.

Take the scraper.

This won't do.

Redo it. You won’t make it
by breakfast. Lunch, maybe.

Venedikt?

Coming, Mom.

We’ll finish it next time.

Mind it,

I need to know it all. Every detail.

Only then will I be able
to really help you.

Go home.

Venedikt.

Coming, Mom.

Sveta. I’m here.

-How is your son?
-Better. Thank you.

His fever has broken.
He is with Klavdiya.

Any news?

-Coffee?
-No, thanks. What’s up?

Nothing. He never showed up
at any of his friends.

Didn’t make any calls.
It’s as if he simply vanished.

We keep watching his apartment
just in case.

The Journalists’ House, too.

There’s no sense. He is no fool.

He won’t go there.

Call off the surveillance.

I know he isn’t a fool.

But he still has to be somewhere. Right?

I’m not sure
his friends are telling the truth.

We dropped a hint he was a suspect
in Kostrova’s murder.

It appears she’s quite prominent
among the journalists’ circles.

Just look at all these obituaries.
It was on TV, too.

I don’t think they’d cover for him.

Brazhnik, do you have any conscience?

Do you only care about your job?

What if he’s innocent?
Why do this to his reputation?

Sveta, why are you so angry?
We need to find the culprit.

-Thus, we need--
-So far, he is a suspect.

Remember what I said.
One day you’ll be sorry.

-Goddamn it.
-Excuse me.

Tanya called me today.

Tanya who?

Tanya who?

The one you used to flirt with.

What did the bitch want?

Venedikt!

I’m sorry, Mom.

She asked for Rimma’s phone number.

Aunt Rimma? Why?

She and her husband
have problems conceiving.

Rimma has been a midwife for 40 years.

So she is married, too!

To that stud?

I don’t know whom you mean.

Tanya has always been a decent girl.

She treated you well, too.

If you were more insistent--

I would be her husband,
and she would be cheating on me

with a beefy dumbass

with a six-pack.

I remember her
making out with men in the hall.

Not every woman is able
to appreciate intellect and talent.

I would cut her some slack if I were you.

Mom, please stop it.

A young and beautiful woman,
a gifted reporter.

We remember Katya Kostrova.

It’s hard to believe
she isn’t with us anymore.

Everybody who had any contact
with the Journalists’ Union

where she had been working lately

know it was Katya’s talent and energy

that had turned this place
into a welcoming home

where we all liked to hang out.

Celebrating our success,

speaking our minds
about the journalists’ problems,

lectures, exhibitions, workshops -
Katya Kostrova was everywhere.

Hard to believe, hard to accept.

Come on in. Watch out.

Not all houses are sold out. This one is.

But you can look at the plot.

Yes. All plots are similar.

I still can’t believe it happened.

Katya was more than just a friend.

Her talent, her optimism,
her appetite for all things new...

He can’t believe it! Bastard.

The exhibitions
she used to organize here...

The funeral will take place on Tuesday
at the Veresayevo Cemetery.

The Internal Affairs Directorate
is looking for the suspect

in our colleague’s murder, Oleg Malinin.

The police encourages anyone

aware of his whereabouts to call at--

Don’t sleep. Wake up. Wake up, I said.

I’m awake.

VOVA

They’ll be here any minute.
Be ready. Stay awake!

Here they are.

And that man?

Her husband. Never mind.

Follow them. Stay calm.

Find out their apartment number. Look out.

-Who is she?-Doesn’t matter.

All you need to know
is that her name is Tatyana

and she has betrayed me.

Venedikt.

Venedikt.

Venedikt! Look what these goons are doing.

You’ve been warned three times,
Ms. Tartakovskaya.

You ignored it. Don’t prevent
the community employees

from doing their job.

Stop this outrage immediately!

Don’t yell at us, Mr. Tartakovsky.

Proceed, Kolya.

You’ll put it back into place, or else...

Or what?

What will you do?

Listen, you piece of lard!

I’m sick of you throwing tantrums
with no reason.

You want to have all the goodies
but not pay for them.

Are you out of your mind?

Yeah, keep yelling at me.

I’ll cut off your power and water supply.

You’ll pay out what you owe
plus for turning it back on.

-What do you mean?
-What I said.

Does Kolya’s work need to be paid? Yes.

Would we need to sign the contract? Yes.

So, either you pay and we go away

or we do it the hard way.

-Venya!
-Come on, Kolya.

-Mom!
-Yes?

Get to work. There is plenty to do.

Mother, where is the money?

It’s inside, sitting on the...

Quiet!

Come on.

Put it back the way it was.

Now we’re talking.

Criminals.

Venya...

You’re good at bluffing, Semyonovich.

I saw them all in the Navy.

-Do you hear me?
-Yes.

I did it. I know where she lives.

The floor, the apartment number.

Later. Now, listen to me.

You need to come to Zalivnoye Gardens
early in the morning.

It’s about 200 km.
down the Yuzhnoye Highway. Look it up.

There is a lake... No, wait.

I’ll give you the spot when you’re here.
Got it?

Yes.

You bastard.

I’ll make you soak in this water!

Ivan Semyonovich,
you can set your watch by you!

Going fishing at 8 a.m. Good luck!

Same to you, Aleksey.

-Fish prefer quiet.
-Right.

I’d better be at the lake
before our kids come there.

My son was swimming
until he got blue yesterday.

I had to drag him home.

So do my kids.

Their teeth are clattering,
and still they won’t come out.

Say hi to Yelena.

Sure.

Where are you going?
Breakfast is ready.

Mom, I forgot.
I need to go to the community office

to sign some papers.

-Can’t it wait? Everything will get cold.
-No, Mom.

I want to finish this business.

Hello?

What?

Yelena, I told you.

I’m going to the city after lunch.

I have to go.

Who is here?

We need to hurry.
Soon there will be crowds on the lake.

Come on, don’t drag your feet.

The keys to the office and the safe
should be in his pocket.

The bastard always has them on him.

Had. Skirt the gardens from the right.

I’ll tell you how to find it.
Make sure nobody sees you.

What if there is someone?

No one comes there but him.

Go, before someone shows up.

Well, Ivan Semyonovich?

Now you have your water.

Enjoy it.

Posing as a big boss!

Another Stalin.

And in reality?

The piece of lard says hi.

Rest in peace.

Great.

Now, let me see that paper in the file.

Here.

The asshole! He used to pocket over 50

only for garbage removal.

Okay, leave it and go.

Just leave it here. Yes.

Let the cops find out
who this Navy vet really was.

Go! Where did you park your car?

At the exit to the highway.

Take the car and drive home.

Venedikt, what took you so long?

What do you mean?

It’s a five minute walk.

-The chairman wasn’t there.
-He must be running around

extorting money from members.

The gangster!

I barely kept from slapping him
the other day.

He behaves like a goon.

Don’t worry, Mom.

Here.

No low act goes unpunished
at the end of the day.

Okay. Let me heat it up for you.

Justice prevails only in novels.

Bad novels, at that.

Our whole life is a bad novel.

A short and a sad one, unfortunately.

According to Brodsky, everything
has its limits, including sadness.

I’m glad you’re in a good mood.

Have you signed the papers?

What papers?

-What do you mean?
-Oh. No.

He never showed up. Never mind.

So you’ve wasted your time.

That was quick.
Too late, though, as always.

Everybody left from the grave.

Kolya, what do you have?

Nothing. Malinin hasn’t showed up.

Did you check the neighboring plots?

It’s crowded here, Major.
It’s the weekend.

It was a bad idea, boss.

He won’t come.

At least not today.

We can’t keep the surveillance
for a month here.

I agree.

But we need to report something.

So, we’ve taken some actions.

-Wrap it up, guys.-Got it.

Hello?

May I?

Excuse me, who are you?

First Lieutenant Khlebnikov, the police.

-Police?
-Can I ask a few questions?

Venedikt.

Come here. The police are here.

-Hi.
-The police? Hi. What happened?

The chairman of your garden community
was killed this morning.

How horrible!

Ivan Semyonovich? Oh God!

Have you been at home today?
Did you go out?

No, I was at home and in the garden.

-Okay.
-My son--

I have been working...
at home all morning.

You see, I’m a writer.

I needed to finish this piece

urgently.

The magazine needs it ASAP.

I see.

Did you see anyone
or anything suspicious?

No.

I spent all morning in my room.

I see. Okay, thank you.

I’ll go talk to your neighbors.

-Goodbye.
-Right. Bye.

How could it happen?

Oh God.

-Venedikt.
-Yes, mother?

Why didn’t you tell him
you had been to the office?

Don’t you understand?

If I told them I was looking for him,
they’d never let it go.

They would interrogate
me to no end.

You know how the police are.

Anyway, they won’t find anyone.

As usual.

They’ll just grab
the first person they see.

Right, right...

Venedikt?

What, Mother?

I hope this has nothing to do
with your gift.

Mother.

I’m just asking.

I’m sorry, baby.

It’s all my fault.

I didn’t make it in time.

You’re doing so much for me.

Even now.

If not for you,
I wouldn’t have anywhere to hide.

Too bad people realize such things

when it’s too late to change anything.

You were trying to save a stranger
and lost someone dear to you.

Didn’t save the stranger, either.

You’re a fool.

Let it be a lesson for you.

Something is blocking us.

Are you okay?

A very strong interference.

I see it!

I see it!

Crosses. Lots of crosses.

It’s... It’s like a cemetery.

A man. A man standing.

I can’t see.

-I can’t see anything.
-What kind of interference?

Here.

It’s the rocks we’re looking for.

They can not only read minds
but also communicate and control.

Judging by the scale,
they allow to see not only the object

but anything that surrounds it.

So it does exist.

They don’t just exist.

The holder of one of the rocks
is experiencing a strong emotion.

See?

It’s the contacter’s brain signal.

The interference I was talking about.

It’s much more powerful
than the rock’s signal.

So one of those who were
in the impact area has the rock.

The hikers!

Absolutely.

I think it’s time to meet them.

“He fell on his knees

and cursed heavens for his miserable fate.

He screamed so loudly

as if he wanted his voice
to reach the heavenly sphere.

But heaven stayed indifferent
to the defeated.

The high priest smiled,
put the crosier of power aside,

and closed his eyes wearily.

It was an easy victory.”

What do you think?

It’s brilliant.

The plot, the types,

the characters.

You write as if you had been there.

As if you went through it.
And the language!

It’s almost like Bulgakov!

-Remember, the Master?
-Mom, I...

No, Venya, I know. You hate comparisons.

But there are standards.

This is brilliant!

You have to be a complete ignoramus
not to publish this masterpiece.

What are you going to call it?

The Sarmatians.

That’s deep.

They are both on the wanted list.

Both are suspects in serial murders.

Maybe they don’t realize
what came into their hands.

I see, Mikhail Maksimovich.

One of them definitely has the rock.
The contacters felt him.

Anyway, we have four rocks and two people.

They definitely have the rocks.

Our guys have searched anything
within the three-kilometer range.

You think
we need to join the investigation?

Involve our resources?

No, why? Let the police do its job.

-We’ll get them once they find them.
-What if they don’t?

Then...

Then we’ll have to do it ourselves.

What if we get lucky?

I’d like to believe it.

Pull in here.

Any other news?

We talked to the mental hospital’s
head doctor.

According to him,
Malinin was talking of a man

controlling the killer.

What did he say about that man?

You understand,

the hospital believes
Malinin was delusional.

Besides, they woke him up
in the middle of the night.

He wasn’t very chatty.

Why did Malinin escape?

The police believe
he went to kill his friend Kostrova.

They say the major in
charge of the case is certain

Malinin, to the contrary,
was trying to save her.

“They say?”

We only had two hours.

We’ll try to get the
whole picture tomorrow.

What’s up, my boys?

Nothing, Comrade Colonel.
A weak background signal.

No essential objects.

Have you looked everywhere?

If there was something
in Malinin’s apartment,

my indicators would go off.

I see.

Okay.

Wrap it up.

And be careful.

The strips, the seal, everything.

-What’s wrong? Is it the server?
-How do I know?

Okay.

I mean it. That’s how it starts.

Yes!

Of course.

It’s 12, Stakhanov Street.

The house you went to.

And across the street is...

...house 7.

Subtitle translation by Marina Zamiatina