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-That’s it. -Fix the markers.

Driver of the GAZ 3302 truck,

license number SK 1254GG, pull in immediately.

Mikhail Maksimovich, they gave the first signal.

Everybody is leaving the perimeter.

Let them hurry with the second one.

Okay.

“Prohibited area. Blasting operations. Stop.”

I’ve stopped.

STOP. PROHIBITED AREA. BLASTING OPERATIONS

Is it mushroom season already?

CONTACT

EPISODE 1

36 HOURS EARLIER

Sector Three has mounted the sensors.

Sector Three is leaving the perimeter.

Sector Two has completed the lockdown.

Sectors Five and Six are leaving the perimeter.

Please use the roundabout way. Through the cutting.

Yes, sir.

What is this, Kuzmich?

Sector Nine, start...

-That’s the Bureau. It’s their business. -What is this Bureau?

Who knows?

They come here every six months with their thingamajig.

They close the perimeter,

put sensors all over the quarry, and start blasting around.

-Why? -They don’t report to us.

Bring the tools here.

Tighten it.

Isn’t this too close to the epicenter?

Finish with the wire.

-This is good. -Check the poles.

Mikhail, I have this feeling you’re trying to tell me something

but don’t have the guts.

If this blast doesn’t bring results, your department will probably be closed.

What do you mean, closed?

We have distinctive progress.

The contacters can see each other and read each other’s minds.

Two people in different rooms, holding rocks from the blast,

are able to barely see each other’s shapes and catch random thoughts?

Isn’t this amazing in itself?

I promise you, this place holds many more mysteries.

Arkadiy, this isn’t a circus performance.

We don’t need them to see or hear something.

You know very well what we do need.

-Give us more time. -Time...

-We’re done. The perimeter is closed. -Well... Fingers crossed.

Come on, baby.

A couple more steps.

Easy.

Hold on.

Did you have to drink so much?

Two more steps.

Here. Okay.

Easy.

Easy.

Right. No, no, no!

Okay.

Stay here. I’ll just go to the car and back.

Five seconds, baby.

I should have chosen another angle.

-Too late. It’s already in the catalogue. -I know.

Nobody’ll know except for you.

Those who want to know will know. It’s so stuffy in here.

Do they even have AC? What the hell?

Why put the Chapel into the Safe Haven, idiots?

-Come here. -They told us to.

He’s here.

What are you doing here? Go to the Safe Haven.

-Anatoliy, hi. -Hi, beauty.

-Busy as always? -Well, yes.

You should come to the office once in a while.

-Why? -Accounting needs you.

Okay, I’ll see what they want.

-Please do. -And you?

-Oleg. -A bit lower. Yes, like this.

Oleg, your investors say they’ll pay for the hall lease only on Monday.

Well, Monday it is. Make a mark.

Oleg.

Do you need the money that bad?

-I can lend you some. How much? -It’s not about me.

Where do we put the lamp?

On your forehead! Where is your lighting guy?

-I don’t know. -Go find him.

Okay.

-Find him! -Okay.

Oleg.

-Go look. -I’m going.

This is not how it’s done.

First the payment, then the show opening.

Calm down. Don't you know me?

Easy. You’ll get your money.

-You know why I’m nervous? -Of course I know.

Midlife crisis, no girlfriend, and your boring job. Right?

You know what, Malinin? You’re way out of line.

I’m not talking about your personal life.

I don’t mind if you do. It’s vivid and rich.

Exhibitions, pretty girls, good health.

-What am I supposed to do? -Be jealous.

Malinin!

Jumping Jesus!

Bastard. What a killjoy!

Easy. What’s the rush?

Let me through.

Easy.

Major Brazhnik, Murder Investigations.

Our medics are already here.

You’ve wasted your time.

This is obviously foul play. The lady’s coming with us.

Watch your language, Comrade Major.

I’m trying to help, Svetlana.

I’m getting outsiders out of the crime scene.

I don’t need your help. Better watch yourself.

Fine.

She looks delicious. The attitude, though... How do I put it mildly?

-Shut your mouth. -Are you swooning, boss?

Shut your mouth before I do it for you. Got it?

-Sure, boss. -Shit, Smurniak. Hello.

Hi.

-Hello. -Report.

It’s the fourth case in six months.

A woman finds a man on a dating site,

has a drink with him, and then blacks out.

Next thing she wakes up in a park on a bench,

minus cash and credit cards.

The previous three were abandoned to sleep it off.

Now we have a body.

Sveta, why do you think I came running as soon as the guys upstairs

heard the victim’s name?

No idea, Colonel. Is she someone’s relative?

Worse.

Local counselor. Well? Any thoughts?

We don’t know she’s one of the dating site vics.

We don’t know anything. No examination, no autopsy.

Sure. The examination will show it, and the autopsy will prove it.

Brazhnik, enough of this... red tape. What is your plan?

Well. We’ll bait him with one of the ladies from the dating site.

The techs have been working for a month. We’ll join them.

I’m sorry.

Hello, Colonel.

Okay, proceed.

I need your plan. The brass are breathing down our necks.

Not another word, Ivan Alekseyevich. Will do.

-Or we’re screwed. -Roger that.

I’ll call you back.

-What do you want? -What do I do?

-Dasha. Belenkaya. -Here, Comrade Major.

-Register an urgent call. -Yes, ma’am.

-Let’s go. -Thanks.

Let’s go do some work.

Any good news?

Well? The boss is unhappy, isn’t he?

Malinin, what is this tome doing here?

It’s not just a tome.

It’s Gesta principum Polonorum.

Any Polish school student who had studied history knows these pictures.

-And the legend of the White Army. -Why do you need it?

I want to win the World Press Photo award.

Vanity is the worst sin, Malinin.

As well as womanizing and drinking.

Bring it on!

Idiot.

Anyway.

This forest is 200 km from here.

Over the Bear Lakes.

It’s quite a place. Another Sleepy Hollow.

The locals hate it. I’d like to go there tomorrow,

take some pictures at dawn.

Right. It fits perfectly with the Historical Background show concept.

Malinin, don’t bullshit me. Concept!

It’s because of that Polish babe.

What’s her name? Katarzyna?

So that’s why she was running around here!

Katya, dear.

This woman is running all Guardian’s offices in Western Europe.

She will decide whether I get the British gig

or get stuck with reporting.

Anyway.

I’ll print out this masterpiece on A2.

A criminal case has been opened.

The Factory department is conducting an investigation.

Excuse me. The IAA has just released this information...

City Counselor Margarita Ovsianina’s body

was found this morning in a city park.

Our sources in law enforcement say it’s a poisoning.

There’s no information as to whether it was an accident or a murder.

A criminal case has been opened.

We’re going back to the story.

Please leave a message after the signal.

Andreyich, call me as soon as you hear this. It’s urgent.

What’s up?

Volodya the Stud said he’s ready to do anything and even more.

He asks where the beautiful lady wants to set up a meeting.

Maybe her place? Or a restaurant, for a start?

Tell him Grand Café on Zastavskaya St. at ten.

Sanya, what’s up?

We agreed to meet at a bowling place on Chekhov St.

He promised to cover me with kisses.

Bad boy. Ask him to send a picture.

Say it sounds good, but you want to know who...

Boss, can’t we just find out who the counselor lady

was chatting with on this site?

Tell me how, and we’ll do it.

I don’t know. Why don’t we search her computer?

You think we haven’t done that?

All we found were drafts and amendments.

Also, a few recipes for facemasks.

She probably chatted with him on the phone.

And the phone wasn’t on her when we found her.

What else?

He says...

Did he answer?

He says he doesn’t have a picture at hand, but I won’t be disappointed.

Okay, my fair ladies.

The technicians were able to find three suspects that might interest us.

All three wouldn’t mind spending the night with beautiful ladies.

So, obviously, Viktoria, Tatiana, and...

Excuse me, are you our new trainee?

No. I’ve been working here since last week, Denis Ivanovich.

-Remind me your name, please. -Belenkaya.

Dasha.

I mean, Darya Mikhaylovna. I’m sorry.

Right, right.

Great. Darya, please, grab a seat.

Okay, girls, I’ll give you printouts from dating sites.

This is for you.

Profile, pictures,

and logs of ‘your’ conversations with the three internet pickup artists.

So, tonight you need to be all dolled-up.

And the mission is?

Go out with your respective dates.

Find out what they really want. That’s it. Right!

If they try to spike your drink or food,

if you notice anything weird at all,

call for backup immediately.

What if he... the suspect... goes out of line?

What do you mean?

Well...

If he starts coming at me... you know?

You’ll have to explain to him in a polite way

that you are not ready to reciprocate his feelings.

And then you leave... ma’am.

Darya, don’t worry.

Our men will keep an eye on your every move.

Any questions?

We are there.

Yes, sir.

Hi.

Is the beautiful lady waiting for me?

Dasha? Darya?

Should I be more formal?

I’m... Dasha.

Yes.

And you must be...

Volodya.

Volodya, Vova, Vovchik – whatever you choose.

-Now we know each other. -Yes.

-What are you drinking? -Coffee.

American style?

I wouldn’t. It’s tasteless.

They have great moccachino.

Also, cherry strudel.

How about something stronger?

You order.

She will drink alone.

Why?

I’ll drink with you.

Sorry, I can’t. I’m driving.

But there is a way out.

Calling a chauffer?

As they say in the East,

don’t trust anyone with your wife or your horse.

-I think... -So what’s your way out?

We could go to my place.

It’s not far from here.

I have French cognac and Italian wine.

Also, I don’t know, all kinds of music.

From Elvis Presley to Adele.

And a great view. Well?

You’re moving too fast.

You don’t trust me?

We have just met.

-Okay. -What?

Let’s go, music lover.

Attention. The suspect is leaving the café.

It’s right around the corner.

I hope it doesn’t mean a 100 km ride.

Come on. You’ll see.

Nice car.

They are heading to a silver foreign car. Shit!

I broke my heel.

License plate. I can’t see it from here.

The photographer turns photojournalism into true art.

Faces of people from around the globe amaze the viewer.

Right.

It’s fantastic. Like Annie Leibovitz.

And we were treating him like a common guy.

Anything else, Anatoliy?

Katya,

if you don’t mind, I’d like to invite you...

to dinner.

We are done for today, so...

Thank you, but I have plans for tonight.

Okay.

Just make sure your plans

don’t have plans of their own.

Where are you going? You can stay till tomorrow morning.

-Hi.-Hi. Where are you?

I’m at home, getting ready to leave. You?

I’m at work.

Why are you leaving so early?

It’s a 200 km drive.

Through the woods, at that.

I don’t want to miss the light.

You were right. Yevsikov did make his move. He asked me to dinner.

He hinted that you were an easy-rider.

Bastard.

-I hope you didn't budge.-Of course.

I said I was wearing a chastity belt.

Good job.

Okay, I haven’t started packing yet, and it’s time. Bye.

Why are you still single?

Why do you care?

That’s not what you say to a potential employer.

Let’s say marriage isn’t my cup of tea.

Still playing Indiana Jones?

What is your cup of tea?

Riches and fame, baby.

Riches and fame.

Take everything.

Without giving anything back.

How much longer?

We’ve been driving for so long.

I almost fell asleep.

I like fresh air. In the city, you can find it only in the outskirts,

were there are no factories or traffic jams.

-Right. -We’re almost there.

Besides, better not sleep in the car

but in a big bed with rose-smelling linen.

What shall we drink?

Whatever.

Wine or cognac?

Whatever you're having.

Cognac, then.

-Have you tasted it already? -What do you mean?

The bottle was opened.

It’s numbered.

You don’t gulp it by bottle.

-You savor it. -Right.

No, of course we could finish this bottle.

My friends and I had a round of shots last night.

I see.

I’m sorry. It smells funny.

You know, I’m a simple girl.

I don’t drink numbered cognacs.

-There’s always a first time. -Yes. You’re right.

To us?

I’m sorry.

I don’t feel like it.

If you’re going to prick-tease me, better tell me now.

I was planning to have fun tonight.

The last thing I need is you playing hard to get.

-Why are you so mad? -I’m just disappointed.

I was open with you, and you...

God, what a day!

Okay, fine. Let’s drink.

Come on.

What?

-Hold it. -What’s wrong?

Shit. It stings!

Mascara got into my eye.

Where is the bathroom? I’ll just wash my face and...

-This way. -Give me two minutes.

Write down the address.

Write it down!

Wait, let me finish.

Where are you going?

The alarm went off.

What? What about me?

Wait for me here. I’ll be right back.

No!

What’s wrong with you? I told you I’ll just go check the car.

-Maybe somebody brushed against it. -Let me come with you.

I need some air. I’m suffocating here.

I said stay here and don’t play games with me!

Sit still!

I’m with the police. You're surrounded. Hands up!

Move!

-Surrounded, you said? -Hands up!

-What’s in the bag? A gun? -Yes.

Cool. Can I see?

Don’t bullshit me, baby.

-Stay back! -I’m staying back.

Why did you go to the bathroom with the walkie-talkie?

What choice did I have? Drink the poison?

Dasha, you’re a detective, not to mention that you’re a woman.

You should have millions of excuses.

Easy, easy.

What?

Senior road patrol inspector Koryakin.

Your license, registration, and trip ticket.

Denis Ivanovich. One minute.

Okay. Take a pic of the glass.

So, we only found the computer. No papers.

The neighbors say he was renting.

We’ll talk to his landlord tomorrow.

-Brazhnik, are you kidding me? -What?

Why are you pressuring the girl?

Do I need to remind you how your people lost her?

She was left to face a criminal.

I’m planning to give hell to my people.

Give hell to yourself. You were planning the mission.

What if he had killed her?

-He could have. -Yes.

I just want to remind you that it was Lieutenant Belenkaya’s decision

to come serve at the murder unit.

I don’t know how to talk to you.

You said there was nothing in the back.

Nothing but trampoline and empty gas bottles from my country house.

I was going to fuel them tomorrow.

What’s up, Fyodorov?

It’s clear, Comrade Major.

-Have a nice day. -Thanks. Bye.

-Okay. -Svetlana,

can I finish the report tomorrow?

-Sure, Dasha. -Excuse me. I’m done.

If you want my opinion, I’d recommend her to go to the hospital.

I strongly suspect a concussion.

-I’m not going anywhere. -Nobody’s asking you.

I can’t make her. Goodbye.

Sanya.

-Salyutin. -Yes, Svetlana?

Take Lieutenant to the hospital.

If they clear her, you’ll drive her home.

-Listen, Svetlana... -This is an order. Is that clear?

Okay, come on.

Yes, Ivan.

We lost him.

I don’t need your help. I can walk.

It’s completely my fault.

Lieutenant Belenkaya acted faultlessly.

Yes. I’ll brief you tomorrow.

What the hell?

Sorry, bro. Shit happens.

-Hello. Hi, kitten.-Hi.

Have you met with your precious Katarzyna?

I can’t hear you.

What?

I hope the lady was satisfied.

The phone is cutting out all the time.

Can you hear me? Hello?

Hello?

Shit.

Attention, all units.

Look out for a white Gazel, license plate SK 1254 GG.

Driver of the GAZ 3302 truck, license number SK 1254GG, pull in immediately.

Driver of the GAZ 3302 truck, license number SK 1254GG, pull in immediately.

I repeat!

Driver of the GAZ 3302 truck, license number SK 1254GG, pull in to the curb.

Yes, sure thing. Let me unzip my fly first.

Attention! Attention, all units!

Mikhail Maksimovich, they gave the first signal.

Everybody is leaving the perimeter.

Tell them to hurry with the second one.

-We’re on tenterhooks already.-Got you.

Professor.

“Prohibited area. Stop.” I’ve stopped.

-Hello, Petrovich?-I’m listening.

It’s me. Have they moved out all the bomb technicians?

According to the list, yes.

-Then let’s do it. Second signal.-I’m on it.

What the... How come...

Petrovich! What the hell?

Cancel it! Do you hear me, Petrovich? As you were.

Is it mushroom season already?

Screw the signal.

Shit.

Do you see them?

Where are they?

Come here! He’s here, guys.

Stretchers! We need stretchers, now!

The area was sealed.

Is he alive?

-Look, another one. -Where?

-Over there. Look! -Idiots.

Where did he come from?

Sanya, careful.

Don’t you trust me?

-At least they are alive. -Easy, easy with them.

Hey, pal! Sir! How are you?

Try not to drop him.

He was lucky.

You’re moving too fast.

Come on, breathe!

He can make it to the car.

Okay, fine.

Subtitle translation by Marina Zamiatina