All language subtitles for Kontakt - S01E10_SDH [English] (SUBRIP)

Come on! Go!

Please read this one very carefully.

Pay attention to this part.

Okay.

Keep reading.

Now, do it!

Hit her!

Right!

Yes. Hit her!

Again! Hit her!

This one is for your Tanya!

This one is for your sneakiness!

For your dirty mouth

you couldn’t keep shut!

Yes! Yes!

Hit her!

Harder! Hit her!

Go!

That’s it.

What?

It’s too late.

He’s still there looking for the money.

Turn around.

Do you see the bed?

I do.

Go there and pick up the blanket.

Look!

There are three suitcases under the bed.

Do you see them?

Yes.

I don’t know which one
the witch kept her money in.

I needed 2,000 once.

Back then, she used to pretend
we were friends.

I came to her for a loan.

She made me stay in the hall
and went inside.

I was peeping through a crack.

Take the suitcases out
and look under her stuff.

Look for the money. Do you hear?

Don’t you see it’s not there?

Take out the next one. Quick.

Come on!

Has the bitch changed her hiding place?

Nothing.

What are you waiting for? Next!

How much farther? Tell me!

About 300 meters more.

I’m not too proud to walk.

Where are you going?

Are you stupid?

-I’m sorry.
-This is nuts.

Quick! I’ll lead the way.

-Idiots.
-I’m sorry.

The money!

Yes!

Yes.

Okay. Wrap the money in a rag and go.

The bastard!

How could I forget about you?

Home! Now! Go home!

You need to hide.

Now! Run!

Come on!

Which floor?

Move it!

Who is it?

Who is it?

I need to go home! Home!

Home. I need to go home. Home...

-Help!
-What?

Where are you going?

Go back!

Go to the kitchen. There is a back door.

There is a brown door.
Open it and run downstairs.

Wipe your face and throw out the jacket.

Then go home.

Do you hear me? Go home.

Mom!

Mom!

Mom, are you okay?

Mom, do you hear me? Mom!

-Mom! Who are you?
-Hello.

-What do you want?
-Criminal police.

I don’t know anything.

A man broke into our place.

He was covered in blood.
He scared my mom.

-Mom!
-Where is he?

I don’t know. He
went to the kitchen. Mom!

-Mom!
-Denis, quick. He went after him.

-Don’t go anywhere.
-Mom!

Mom, do you hear me?

Here, the back door.

Go downstairs!

-Hurry, please.
-Call the ambulance. I’ve got it.

Idiot.

What is this?

I found it in the passage.

I lost him.

He got in the car.

I lost him.

I see. I screwed up, too.

We should have
taken Sasha with us.

Okay, let’s go.

You need to disappear.

We’re calling for backup.

You’re wanted, remember?

So, you know.

Why did the suspect
choose your apartment?

What suspect?

God. How do I know? It’s my mom.

I told her she shouldn’t let strangers in.

You need to ask who it is,

look through the peephole. But no!

She has always been so trusting.

That’s not what we’re asking.

Why did the suspect

choose to break into your place?

How do I know?

Ask your suspect.

We will. We definitely will.

Can I go to the bedroom?

I need to know how Mom is.

The doctor told you
you’d only be in the way.

Don’t worry. He’ll update you soon.

Meanwhile, answer my question.

What was your relationship
with the late Ms. Sazonova?

Mariya Petrovna?

Right.

What relationship?
We were on good terms.

Right. Good terms.

When was the last time you saw her?

Mom and I came back
from the dacha just yesterday.

I couldn’t find any matches,

so I went to Mariya to borrow some.

What time was it?

Around three.

Maybe four.

Boss, the experts are done.

Svetlana, can we seal the apartment?

No. Wait.

Was Sazonova alone
when you came for the matches?

Alone?

I guess she was.

Did you meet any
strangers on the stairs?

No. I don’t think so.

Excuse me. Is it a bad time?

No, no. Come in.

Are you family?

Yes. How is my mom?

We gave her an injection and an IV drip.

She is going through a severe
hypertensive crisis.

She needs to go to the hospital.

No. No hospitals.

No way. I know all about them.

Mom will end up on a bed in the hallway.
Here’s what we’ll do.

Give me the prescription.
I’ll do the injections. I know how.

Please call if you remember anything.

We’ll be on our way.

-Okay. Bye.
-What is it?

-Bye.
-Which meds?

I strongly advise to go to the hospital.

Sasha.

Yes, boss?

Go upstairs. We’ll be right with you.

Svetlana and I need to talk.

Okay.

Sanya! Call Belenkaya.
Find out about the car.

Okay. I’m on it.

I’ll submit a report to Smurov.

I’ll quote my informers.

Smurov won’t believe you.

Of course he won’t.

But it will be his problem.

What? A criminal spilled the beans
about a thug going to rob the old lady.

Let him check it if he wants.

When they find this thug’s fingerprints,
Smurov will eat us alive.

Your informer hangs out
with a serial killer!

How would I know it was that bastard?

Now I do.

My bad, Colonel.

It won’t happen again.

Sveta. When our vigilante operation
gets boosted,

I don’t want to implicate

either your photographer...

or Baby Belenkaya.

That’s it.

Got it?

Got it.

Wake up! Do you hear? Wake up.

What?

Relax. It’s me.

Have you counted it?

The money?

Yes, I have.

How much?

It’s 478,000 plus 300 hryvnias.

Wow!

Speaking about poor old people.

The bitch was thrifty.

Running all day without any food.

Right, I’ll cook some pelmeni.

No need, boss.

Afanasiy and I have taken care of it.

No pelmeni.

Okay.

Voila!

Wow!

Let’s eat.

It’s a feast.

Looks delicious.

Yes.

Tell me everything.

I shouldn’t have gotten changed.

Nothing to tell. No news.

Same old same old.

Okay. Hide the money.
We’ll need it later.

Now we need to take care
of something else.

But Andreyevich?

Have patience.

We’ll deal with Andreyevich later.

You promised me
to take care of Andreyevich.

Why are you fixated on him?

You don’t think
he’ll return your apartment, do you?

He sold it long ago.

It’s not that.

When I had come back with no money

and the cops in hot pursuit,

I went to Andreyevich.

They tricked me with the apartment.

I told him I’d attack him with my boys.

He realized at once it was bullshit.

What boys?

He called his friend,

Major Cherniakov.

This cop is on his payroll.

I thought I’d go to jail.

Instead, he offered me a job.

A job?

A job.

Andreyevich is doing business
with Cherniakov.

They offer good-looking guys
to older ladies on dating sites.

I had some experience after Sochi.

So the fat lady I saw you with
that first time...

Yes. Andreyevich mixed the drink.

I’d bring them to my place,
got them drunk and did my thing.

One day, he gave me a bottle...

In a word, that lady kicked the bucket.

She drank his cocktail and died.

She wasn’t just any lady, too.

Here, read this.

It was all over the papers.

The morning news said

a local council member
was found dead in a park.

Regina Ovsianina. Does it ring any bells?

It does.

Why did you get her so drunk
to get her killed?

I just poured her the wine.

How much wine?

-One glass, as usual.
-How much cocktail was in it?

You brought me a ready mix, you bastard!

-Prove it.
-Yes.

Try to prove it even to me.

Here’s what I see.

A bottle

you had poured the drink from,

after which the lady died.

There are your prints on it.

So you set me up!

Major, why don’t we handcuff the guy?

He’s starting to get fresh.

He might try to fight us.

You bastard!

Watch your tongue.

You’ll be charged with Article 115.

Premeditated murder.

All the other stuff, including rape,

is small potatoes .

The murder of Ovsiannikova,
a public servant,

means life sentence.

You’re a bastard, Andreyevich!

A goddamned bastard.

What a bastard!

Look, Major. He’s wimped out.

Who wants to go inside for life?

Come on, kid, you’re not dead yet.

What a bastard!

That was your last lesson. Got it?

Do you hear me? Do you?

Stop whining. It’s your own fault.

Work off your debt and be free.

We’ll cover for you the best we can.
Right?

Absolutely.

So, he has a case against me.

The bottle with my fingerprints.

If I do something,
he’ll give it to the police.

Are you still in touch with your friends?

Your cellmates
or those you worked with later.

There is one guy. A serious guy.

Listen to me.

Tomorrow you’ll try to find him.

Set up a meeting in a public place.

A park, a square.

Do you hear me?

We lost to him anyway.

The bastard!

How does this contact work?

Why do I get in contact with them?

How do they find me?

Believe it or not, I’ve been reading
about telepathy online.

Me, too.

Alpha rays stay in Mars’s shadow,
when Saturn is in Jupiter’s clouds.

God. Such a bunch of nonsense.

By the way,
did you call Klavdiya’s expert?

I completely forgot about it.

Is it too late to call now?

I guess. Let’s try it tomorrow.

It’s such a shame about Mariya, right?

She had been lecturing us all her life

on what is done or not done.

She’s not the British queen, after all.

It’s not an accident, Mom.

It’s her punishment

for what she and her Tanya were doing,

robbing people.

It’s just as well.

They deserve it.

Mom, are you tired?

Okay.

I’ll let you sleep.

Go to sleep, my dear.

It’s delicious.

Where did you learn to cook?

You learn things when you live alone.

I’m sorry if I’m intruding, but...

why are you still single?

There was this woman.

She wanted us to move to the West.

I wasn’t that keen on it.

So I stayed.

Then I was busy with my job trips.

It was a mess. Long story.

It just happened so.

Why isn’t he in our database?

Hell if I know.

These cases are marked,

“Put on the MIA Information Center
database,”

but there is no sign it had been done.

What a mess.

I asked them to make copies
of all those cases,

just to be on the safe side.

You did the right thing.

Let’s take a look.

Right, it’s not in the database.

Neither is this one.

This one is in it.

This one, too.

Hello. Hi, Dasha.

I’ve received the prison files
for those two kids.

The pictures are 10 years old.
From the time they were there.

Still, send them out.

Vasilchenko says

he can’t find
Galenko’s and Kharitonov’s yearbook.

If it’s him, I’ll recognize him anyway.

Deal.

Any news?

These guys’ fingerprints
aren’t in the database.

We have Kharitonov. Strike him out.

But not Karavayev, Shturmin, or Golenko.

Here.

What next?

We compare the fingerprints
to your serial killer’s.

Let’s get to work.

Are you waiting for someone?

What do you want?

Nothing. And you?

Tell me what you want from Vakhtang.

I’ll tell Vakhtang
what I want from Vakhtang.

I don’t know you,
and I don’t particularly want to.

Watch your tongue, man!

I can just go and leave you hanging.

Do you think it’s such fun
spending an hour with you?

They told me to, so I did.

Now, start talking or I’ll go.

I have an offer for him.

Involving a ton of money.

I need to see him.

You want to see him?

Be at the Northern Market in three hours.

There is a kiosk at the entrance.

Shoe repairs.

Talk to the guy who sits inside.

Maybe he’ll take you to Vakhtang.

Got it?

Got it.

Good for you.

Give me a 10-minutes head start.

Bye.

I’m Svetlana Nikolayeva.

I got your number from Klavdiya Mamayeva.

Klavdiya? Yes, she called me.

She said you were interested
in Arkadiy Vladimirovich.

Ilyin, right?

Yes. Of course I have his address.

Let me write it down.

Right. Yegoryevsk.

I see. We’ll try to find him.

Thank you, Liubov Ivanovna.

I’m very grateful to you.

No need to thank me.

Just please try not to upset him.

Also,

give my best to Klavdiya. Okay, bye.

Hello. Akimova speaking.

They’ve just called.
Yes, they are on their way.

Right now, I suppose.

I’ve been thinking.
Maybe I should go with them.

Yes.

I think it would be the right thing to do.

Did you make your move?

Yes.

My king was right there.

No, it wasn’t.

-It was, too.
-It was not!

It was!

You’re cheating!

We should get ready.
Brazhnik will be here any moment.

Cheater!

Speak of the devil. I’ll get it.

Well, if my king really wasn’t there,

then... I give up. You won.

Congratulations!

I’m sorry.

Hi, everyone. Afonya!

Hi.

What do you want, my dear?

I need to talk to this man.

What man?

His name is Vakhtang.

Ever heard of him?

No. Never.

What?

Are you bullshitting me?

Are you the only one here

repairing shoes?

As you can see.

Listen, maestro,

I haven’t seen him for 18 months,

but he gave me the number
of his contact guy.

I met him this morning, that redhead.

He sent me to you.

Got it?

I don’t know what you mean.

Did you bring shoes?
Give them to me.

Don’t play me for a
fool. I can get angry.

Don’t be angry, my dear.

Just go.

Sasha has checked the database
for juvenile perpetrators.

It appears our guy actually did time.

The name is Vladimir Golenko.

We even have a picture.

He’s only 15 in it, though.

He was charged with robbery.

Why didn’t you have his fingers
in your database?

Because it’s a mess, as usual.

Someone wasn’t doing their job.

Anyway, we looked up his bio
and found a special boarding school.

The principal is
Nikolay Andreyevich Vasilchenko.

Andreyevich!

Of course! They mentioned him a lot.

We need to arrest this Andreyevich
to find Golenko, and quick.

You’re too quick.

You think he’s so eager to lead us
to his accomplice and get a bigger term?

-Okay, let’s go.
-What about him?

We’ll put him under surveillance.
Let’s go.

What are you looking at?

Get in.

She said it had a white wall
with a red gate.

I wish they had numbers on the houses.

Wake up.

Come up to him.
Let him search you.

Hands up.

This way.

Look who’s here!

You have a good security system.

Your guys made me
jump through the hoops.

What can I say, Volodya?

The cops get cockier by the day.

We need to keep up.

I need to talk to you, Vakhtang.

Talk.

I’ll listen.

I need a gun and a few cartridges.

Wow.

I thought it wasn’t your thing.

Are you in the hot squad now?

I’ve been for a while.

I’m on the run.

You’ll have the gun
if you have the money.

Reporters? Want to get in?

Hello. Mr. Ilyin?

Yes, I’m Ilyin.

We need to talk to you.

Go away. Go! Now!

I promise I’ll tear your heads off.

Denis, no.

I’m not a mathematician.
I can’t count to three.

-We aren’t reporters, either.
-Don’t!

Please excuse us. We’re leaving.
Sorry for bothering you.

It’s okay. We’re leaving.

Relax.

Do you have a gun license?

I do.

No need to get upset.

What? Fedia, what are you doing?

What do they want from Vladimirovich?

The goddamned reporters.

Fiodor, first of all, they are my friends.
I brought them

to Arkadiy Vladimirovich.

-Really?
-Really.

If they are with you, Liuba, I’m sorry.

My apologies.

Okay.

-Hi.
-Hi.

I’m Liubov Akimova, Klavdiya’s friend.

Don’t be surprised.

I just thought you might not be able
to get in his house without me.

We weren’t, as you can see.
I thought he was Ilyin.

No, no. It’s his neighbor.

Fiodor Fedoseyev.

His daughter got very sick
a few years ago.

Horrible headaches, blackouts...

He took her to every doctor he could,

but it was Arkadiy who healed her.

Now Fiodor protects him with his life.

Why did he think we were reporters?

There were these journalists
who came here a year ago.

Arkadiy gave them an interview
about his work.

The things they published...

I don’t want to even think about it.

Okay, don’t be shy, come in.

Did you drive here?

No, we took the train and then the bus.

We need to get back to the city today.

The last train...

Listen to me.

You’re going to the train station

Look for the evening train
coming from Yegoryevsk.

Take a good look around.

Find an escape route.

Do you hear me?

Yes.

When do I need to kill him?

Today.

Yes, Mother?

Do you need something?

Food? Water?

Then tell me, because I need to go.

No, you don’t understand.

I need to go to the next room.

I’m busy with some important stuff.

No. It’s too early for the meds.
In two hours.

The nurse will come at 7 p.m.

So, Mom, relax.

I’ll be right in the next room.

I’m busy with something important.

Yes. So please relax.

Do you understand?

I’m always here.

May I ask you, young man,

why did you pick that location
for your photo shoot?

It’s a long story.

Are you in a hurry?

I was preparing an exhibition.

The landscapes from popular paintings.

Like,

The Moonlit Night on Dnipro by Kuindzhi.

This is how it looks in the painting.

And this is the real place.

That was the idea.

Great.

What is this quarry’s role
in the history of the arts?

There is a Polish legend
about the White Army.

A medieval mini...

Miniature. Here it is.

Oh God.

I can’t believe someone still reads

serious books.

Do you know the legend?

Yes. They destroyed
the invincible Polish king’s army.

Destroyed it completely.

Not just destroyed.

The Martin Hal chronicle says
the Sarmatians had a secret.

Most historians believe
the White Army were the Sarmatians.

The secret was,
every warrior had a piece of rock

embedded under his skin.

The priests would control them

through the Rock of Power.

That’s why the White Warriors
felt no fear or pain.

Svetlana, why are we here?
For the fairy tales?

Denis.

What?

That’s what your colleagues

told me 40 years ago.

That my research is bullshit.

Idiot!

Stupid cop! Degenerate!

Who asked you to open your mouth?

Okay, ladies and gentlemen,

let’s leave history aside.

What do you want from me?

We want you to try to explain
what’s going on with Oleg.

Just like that? Explain it!

Yes. Can you do it?

Can you explain a violet’s scent?

Why does it smell this way,

and a lily-of-the-valley that way?

Can you explain the taste of strawberries?

So that I tasted what you are tasting.

I don’t know about scents,
but strawberries are sweet.

Great. So is a watermelon.

How about sugar?

Or honey?

Do they taste differently
from strawberries?

Or not?

Of course they do.

How?

Are you mocking me now?

-Am I a little kid?
-Denis.

No! I want an explanation.

Strawberries are red.

Are they?

Are raspberries blue?

Or the watermelon’s flesh?

But strawberries are red and sweet.

That’s the explanation.

A perfect model of the universe.

Dear passengers,

the local train is departing
from Platform 2 to the left.

The train will make all scheduled stops.

Well, you chose not the best spot
for your photo session.

You’re absolutely right.

That’s where Boleslaw
fought the White Army.

The human history isn’t linear.

It doesn’t go from the start to the end.

Somewhere,

next to us, there are parallel worlds.

There are spots with anomalies.

With a push from the outside,
these worlds can intersect.

That location is one of these spots.

So what happened there...

How can I put it?

Your essence, or your soul, if you wish,

sort of clang to other people’s souls.

It’s like when you spill some glue
on pieces of paper

and accidentally glue them together.

As for you and that criminal,

it must be the so-called twin effect.

I once published a brochure.
That’s what it was called.

The twin effect.

What? Come again?

The twin effect.

It is known

that when one twin is in trouble,

the other one feels their pain

even from across the world.

It’s a natural bond they are born with.

However, it can also happen
when people are close.

A husband suffers a heart attack
in the office,

and an hour later
the same thing happens to his wife,

even if she hasn’t been notified yet.

Can we read this brochure?

Unfortunately, you can’t.

Why?

It doesn’t exist.

What do you mean?

I burned it. In this stove.

Manuscripts don’t burn only in the novels.

In real life, they do.

They go to blazes.

Why did you do that?

Because, my dear girl,
all my life I was struggling

with the fact
that nobody cared about my research.

Moreover, I didn’t want someone else

to suffer because of my work.

Especially

if it fell into the wrong hands.

You shouldn’t have done it.
Time has changed.

It never changes.

Neither do the people.

They think they do,
but in fact they are still the same

as 100, 200, or 300 years back.

If people are the same,

so is the time.

Are you lost? Looking for someone?

How do I get to the city?

Take a turn behind the warehouse.

You’ll see a passage.

Thanks.

Be careful, though.

The trains go fast here.
Don’t be distracted.

As they say, back to our muttons.

In case of family ties, some object
can serve as a conductor.

Speaking of that couple,
it might be their wedding rings.

Shit.

Mom!

The pills.

I almost forgot.

Do you have on you any objects
you might have had at the quarry?

A pen, a pin. Anything.

No.

There is something else.

I think it’s what you have in mind.

I thought about it, too. It’s a rock.

When I was hit,
the rock got stuck in my hat.

In fact, it saved my life.

The doctor gave me this rock
as a keepsake after extracting it.

His wife is making these sacks. So...

So you have it with you.

Yes. Here it is.

Let me see it.

Wow!

What?

It’s ringing!

Where?

Not where but what.

Wait. Don’t interrupt me.

Subtitle translation: Marina Zamiatina