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Fresh meat straight off the farm.
Fresh? This body's a year old.
It's a sort of a joke.
Your predecessor would have got it.
Yeah, I understand he was funny.
Lazy but funny.
You said something about a farm?
Collective farm number five.
The big field right next to the--
This girl died in the woods.
I'm sorry, were you about to say, "Right next to the woods"?
Did you look through them?
No.
Well, better go back and look through them.
- For what? - For something I can use to identify her.
Her glasses, a cigarette butt-- anything.
If there had been anything like that, I would have brought it in.
You think we're all lazy?
Go back and search the woods.
- It's after 5:00. - I don't care what time it is.
Take an extra man. Tell Sasha it's on my authority.
Comb the area. Look under every leaf and every tree.
All right, all right.
I get the idea.
Heartless son of a bitch. What's he trying to prove?
He'll come around. He's new.
Dr. Machinski?
Your turn.
The body's ready for autopsy.
No, there's no question how the little girl was killed--
violent blow to the back of--
Shouldn't you do an autopsy all the same?
Comrade?
Did you help me get this job
so I could do your job too-- is that it?
- Man: Comrade Burakov. - What is it?
They're coming in with something for you. They want you to wait.
Tell them tomorrow is fine. I can't deal with it now. It's after 9:00.
Who cares what time it is?
Have a nice evening.
Burakov's voice: Violent blow to the back of the skull.
Multiple stab wounds to the face.
On the second body,
as many as 17 stab wounds to the face and eyes
along with striations of the eye sockets.
26 wounds to the chest and breakage suggesting
32 stab wounds with additional disfigurement to the breasts,
43 stab wounds to the face
along with traces of semen.
On the sixth victim, the penis has been removed
approximately 2.3cm above the junction
with some additional disfigurement of the genital area...
some additional disfigurement...
additional disfigurement of a nature that suggests
not so much a sharp instrument as teeth.
Yesterday, the men of the Rostov Militia
unearthed eight bodies in different stages of decomposition.
And you brought the odors of the grave
into the room with us as an olfactory aid?
- How clever. - ( man chuckles )
I assume the time you devoted to their examination
was the time you couldn't spare to get cleaned up.
Next time,
a little less diligence
and a little more hygiene.
In the rather poorly kept files of my predecessor,
I found records of seven other bodies.
If you don't mind, comrade,
I would like to start by introducing you
to the members of the committee.
General Ivanov,
head of KGB for the Rostov Oblast.
Comrade Dunenkov,
Comrade Tatevsky,
our mayor Comrade Ignatiev,
and of course, Comrade Bondarchuk,
Secretary for Ideology of the Oblast Communist Party.
I'm Colonel Fetisov.
I am in charge of the militia
of which your office is a small part.
I am also secretary of this committee.
Gentlemen, this is Comrade Burakov.
He is our new forensics expert.
They are a breed of men
who work in basements with chemistry sets.
One could hardly blame them for looking a little startled
when they come out into the light.
Comrade, please begin.
It's clear that we have a serial killer on our hands,
already the most prolific in Russian history.
We'll have to take extreme methods to stop him.
Did he say a serial killer?
We understood there were wide discrepancies between the wounds inflicted.
- That's what you told us, comrade. - And both boys and girls.
It could be two different men.
It could be a gang.
There are no serial killers in the Soviet state.
Well, that sounds more like wishful thinking than--
It is a decadent Western phenomenon.
Gentlemen, that's all we have for now.
Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules.
I'll keep you abreast of any developments--
no pun intended.
Welcome to the halls of power.
My God, no wonder nothing gets done.
In this case, it will.
- Why? - Because you will be in charge.
What?
You're in charge of the case.
In fact, of the entire department,
as we technically don't have one yet.
We have a division of most serious crimes,
but we'll put you in charge
of the killer department.
( chuckles )
"The killer department."
But I'm not even a detective.
I'm a forensics man.
Haven't you always wanted to be a detective?
Well, yes.
Good. Then you're in charge.
Start by making lists of the manpower
and logistical support you think you may require.
Then outline a general approach
to beginning the investigation.
Report back to me tomorrow.
Good day.
Is there something else?
Forgive me, but we reached
the top of the regional apartment list in forensics--
my wife and two kids.
We've qualified for a two-bedroom.
We've been waiting for seven years.
If I take the new job, do I lose my seniority?
I personally guarantee
that you will get the next two-bedroom apartment
that becomes available in Rostov.
All right?
Now go home and tell your wife about your promotion.
Yes, sir.
( all giggling )
Next, a special report on crime.
A deadly combination of heroin addiction and street crime
is ravaging America's cities,
as even their own "Time" magazine"--
( turns off TV )
Okay, let's hear it.
Let's hear what?
If this job is so great,
why are you so upset about it?
I'm supposed to keep it a secret.
I won't tell a soul.
( panting )
( train whistle blowing in distance )
( gunshots firing on TV )
For God's sake,
you're tracking dirt all over the place.
- I'm sorry. - What the hell Have you been doing?
They made me move some filthy boxes at the factory.
( knocks )
( sobbing )
( knocks )
Good afternoon.
I'm from the police.
You are Mrs. Dudzinski.
Da.
It's about your daughter.
( speaking softly )
( sobbing )
Where did you last see her?
It was over a year ago.
I don't remember.
She was your daughter.
How can you not remember where you last saw her?
Okay.
Did she have friends?
No.
She rode the trains all day.
She was slow.
( woman sobbing )
Did he have friends?
Who?
What were their names?
Did he have habits?
The elektrichka.
Say again?
He rode the elektrichka.
He rode the trains? For fun?
All the time.
( man speaking over P.A. )
( bell ringing )
( panting ) He finds them on the elektrichka!
( door closes )
He finds them on the elektrichka. I know it.
The elektrichka--
the trains that crisscross rural Russia.
I know what they are, comrade.
I don't ride them, but they do sometimes
get in the way of my limousine.
If I was hesitant in my reaction,
it had only to do
with a big unease.
About what?
The fact that you have only been a detective for 48 hours
and your intuition is already so highly developed.
Are you a genius or just given to bouts of enthusiasm?
I know the killer's method.
He picks up young people on the trains.
I've been to the station. They're all there--
the naive, the weak, the slow.
( knock on door )
It's over. He's confessed.
What? Who confessed?
Some retard from the institution at Shakhty.
A gypsy. He's gonna show them the murder sites now.
What's your problem?
Don't you remember what you told us?
They're coaching him!
They're experienced detectives.
That's it. That's where I killed her.
Man: Again, you fucked up.
This is the how many-eth time? The 12th?
He leaves for an appointment with his spring supplier's on Tuesday.
Comes back Thursday saying it went fine,
and Monday I hear they never saw him.
He never showed up.
Do you have any explanation
for your miserable performance?
I'm gonna take you down
and show you to the workers on the line,
see what they think of you.
This is the man who stopped the chain of supply.
This is the man who stopped our work today.
( brakes screeching )
Have you nowhere to go?
Are you hungry?
I hope this latest murder
puts to rest the idea that the gypsy boy did it.
Why?
Because he was in custody when this one was killed.
So what? It could be a gang
of which he was only a part.
We can't discount the man as a suspect
quite so cavalierly.
He did confess.
( sighs )
I have some requests to make.
We have 16 bodies
and no reason to believe we found all that are out there.
In my opinion it's a state of emergency.
And for that reason,
I have to ask for more men-- a lot more.
I also need computers
so that I can start a library of information about the case.
And I need to communicate with the FBI Serial Murder Task Force
in Quantico, Virginia,
the largest storehouse of information
about serials murderers in the world.
And finally, we need to publicize the case
as widely as possible:
first, to warn people of the danger;
second, to get more of the unknown bodies identified;
and third, in the hope of bringing forth
a witness to one of the crimes.
No.
No to what? No to everything?
Are you mad?
There's a maniac out there who'll kill every child
- in the goddamn district! - Stop this insolence!
- ( papers rustle ) - ( pen clicks )
Is there something you want to say, Colonel?
No, sir.
( door opens )
( door closes )
You handled that quite deftly.
Bondarchuk is a stupid man.
He may be stupid,
but he is in charge.
How can it be that you don't seem to know
how things work in the Soviet system?
I know how things work,
but right now there are 16 dead children
and I want a little special treatment.
The strength of a bureaucracy is measured
by its ability to resist giving anyone special treatment.
I don't appreciate your sense of humor.
One day you will.
The reason they said no to your demands
to ask for more men,
or computers for that matter,
is to admit to our superiors in Moscow
that we are overwhelmed,
which they will never do.
To ask the FBI for help
is to admit to the West that we are behind
in both forensic techniques and to managing information,
which they will never do.
And to publicize the case is to admit
that such crimes exist in the Soviet Union,
which is the one thing they would rather die than do--
publicly admit that anything is wrong.
The only way that I have been able to get anything done
is behind closed doors--
by hoarding favors, by bribing, by wheedling.
But that will take time!
- It always does. - Only in this case people will die.
People will die,
and it will take all our strength to suffer these outrages,
but suffer them we must
because we're the people who have to catch this monster,
Comrade Burakov, you and I.
As you may have noticed,
no one else is even willing to try.
Good day.
You care about nothing but making your superiors happy.
You're right. I should spend more time trying to alienate them.
Perhaps you could teach me.
You say you and I have to catch this monster.
What you mean is that it's up to me, isn't it?
That's why a beginner's a perfect choice.
If I fail, I'll be dangling out there by myself.
( man speaking over P.A. )
Happy birthday, Nadia.
All: Happy birthday.
( telephone rings )
Hello.
( trains whistle blows )
( man speaking over P.A. )
Are you trying to sabotage what we're doing here?
Does he understand he's supposed to be undercover?
He's supposed to let the killer feel comfortable,
let him try to pick somebody up.
Did you think wearing your uniform would help?
( sighs )
It was freezing when he got here this morning.
- So what? - It's his only warm coat.
My brother-in-law has a warm coat.
I'm sure I can borrow it tomorrow.
I'd have borrowed it today but--
Give me the coat.
Take it.
I'll get it back later
when we solve the case.
In the year since we discovered the first bodies,
we've found six more
and interviewed 800 potential witnesses.
For all that, we have no suspect.
In fact, all we've been able to do
is discredit the theory that a gang of retardates from the institute
could have been involved.
And according to some of the people in this room,
we haven't even been able to do that.
If you continue to forbid us to publicize the case,
I can't honestly say when I expect our luck to change.
You're saying you know less than when you began.
Not exactly.
( grunts )
Bring in Gorbunov.
( door opens )
Gentlemen, this is Comrade Gorbunov,
special prosecutor from Moscow.
Sit down, comrade.
Thank you.
Gentlemen, without wishing to embarrass anyone in particular,
I must tell you that I've been sent here
to take over this investigation
because of its poor focus and slipshod execution.
My superiors in Moscow agree with me
that we should drop the train station surveillance immediately,
not only because it's costly in terms of man-hours,
but also because it hasn't produced
a single viable suspect in a year.
And because, and I say this
with all due respect to my predecessor,
it's based exclusively on one man's intuition.
Well, I'm afraid that's not good enough anymore.
As of now,
we'll run this investigation as professionals.
As of now, standing around is no longer our style.
Aggressive pursuit is.
We'll aggressively pursue suspects,
concentrating primarily on known sexual deviants,
for the obvious reason that they fit the nature of the crimes.
And particularly on homosexuals,
going to the fact that there are so many young boys among the victims.
And we'll concentrate to a lesser extent on doctors and surgeons
because of the precision of the eviscerations.
Does that sound satisfactory to everyone?
- I object most firmly-- - Very satisfactory.
Extremely satisfactory.
I particularly like the idea
of investigating known homosexuals.
I think it's the best idea we've heard
in the rather pathetic history of this case.
We want to thank you, Comrade Gorbunov.
We understand you will only stay in the area
for another day or so.
I trust you will have enough time
to get Burakov's team pointed in the right direction
before you go back to Moscow.
- I'm sure I will. - Good then.
We're done here, I think.
Are we not?
Good then.
( door closes )
You heard him.
He'll be here for 24 hours and then he leaves.
We still run the day-to-day operation.
In a bureaucracy, it is important to know
which skirmishes to join and which to ignore.
( sighs )
Man: Get up!
We are developing quite a network of informants
among the city's homosexual community.
For what that's worth.
I found it fascinating that Secretary Bondarchuk
was so vehement about pursuing them,
- didn't you? - No.
There is a whole world full of gossip and innuendo
out there to explore, Comrade Burakov.
Perhaps if you took an interest,
you would be a little more light of heart.
You think a man is what he says,
don't you, Colonel?
He is if he talks for a living.
A man is what he fights for.
Well, I don't fight for anything.
I know.
He's a doctor with a reputation,
if you know what I mean.
( engine starts )
Just as I suspected, comrade.
It's fornication. I made some drawings.
( chuckles )
Take them in.
- Seriously? - Take them in.
Why are we arresting
so many perfectly respectable doctors?
Because we were told to.
You were told to investigate them,
not necessarily to detain them.
The doctors who are party members we detain as briefly as possible.
The sexual deviants who are party members
we tend to keep a little longer.
Of all the arrogance!
I'll speak to the men about it, comrade.
I'll take care of it.
Why aren't you investigating policemen,
Comrade Burakov, eh?
Wouldn't you say they know more about
getting away with murder than any other group?
Wouldn't you say that you yourself would make a good suspect?
I know it's late. I'm sorry.
I wasn't asleep.
Bondarchuk suspects a cop now,
someone who knows how to kill and get away with it.
I suppose it's a possibility.
The one he suspects is me.
That's absurd.
I'm afraid, though.
You know what he's like.
Someone could come in the night and take me away.
If you knew they were coming on Friday,
what would you do different this week at work?
Nothing.
Good.
Eat.
( woman moaning )
Pathetic.
Where are you going all dressed up? It's Saturday.
I have some work.
A trip I have to take for work
to make up for something I failed to do.
Why doesn't that surprise me?
I have some vodka in my bag.
Will that do?
Use your hands, for God's sake.
Help me in.
( woman moaning )
( moans )
I'm sorry.
( laughing )
( screaming )
( muffled screaming )
Are you okay?
This one must have pissed him off.
Hmm.
( man laughs )
A little respect for the dead!
I want every piece of garbage
within 200 yards of here checked out
for fingerprints, fibers and bodily fluids--
every can, every bottle. Do you understand me?
If we're gonna fail, it won't be because of something we left undone.
Do you understand what I'm saying, God damn it?
Shh. I'll shake them up for you.
I'll get them working.
Okay, let's move out.
- Is he serious? - Has he gone crazy?
Keep moving. If you see anything interesting, you let me know.
( indistinct conversation )
Please stand, citizen.
- Chikatilo. - May I have your bag?
Citizen Chikatilo, you're under arrest.
I was on my way home.
I talk to the young people
because I used to be a teacher.
I always talk to young people.
I-- I had rope and a knife in my bag
because I work in a factory
and often need them.
( buzzes )
What do you think?
Personally?
I don't think he's savage enough,
but what do I know?
I have some more paperwork to do.
- Stay after him, all right? - Absolutely.
( footsteps approaching )
I have a suspect.
What is it?
Blood test came back negative.
What?
Semen samples are type AB.
Chikatilo is type A.
- I don't believe it. - It's true.
What are you talking about, it's true?
What does that mean?
Our blood test is for 11 variables. The FBI's is for 149.
How do you know that?
I saw it in a movie!
What the hell difference does it make what the blood test says?
You don't know what you're talking about.
Comrade Burakov,
are you aware that your prisoner is a member of the Communist Party?
Is he not aware that this man is a party member in good standing?
Are you or are you not aware--
Of course I'm aware of it, comrade.
I'm a detective, remember? You approved my appointment.
And you're holding him anyway?
As is my right.
After his blood test came back negative?
Who told you that?
What difference does it make?
- Did you tell him? - What difference does it make?
It makes a difference to me.
Let him go.
Now.
Let him go or suffer the consequences.
Colonel!
Release citizen Chikatilo.
( train rattling )
( telephone ringing )
( train whistle blowing )
( brakes screeching )
( gasps )
( sobbing )
( telephone rings )
Burakov's office.
No, not yet.
Strange, it's worse not finding bodies than finding them.
Shh.
At least each time we found another body
we had another chance to find a fingerprint or witness.
This way I'd rather find three at a time than none in a year.
Let's get out of here.
Let's go to work.
What happened to the boy?
He's in a holding cell downstairs.
He's not connected to the murders,
but he did give us a fascinating little piece of gossip.
- Then we let him go. - What?
- We let him go. - Why?
Why not? He gave you your goddamn gossip.
Why can't you just let him go?
I'm sorry.
Please, let's show him some mercy.
He's a victim, not a criminal.
He's a child.
All right, go ahead.
But don't get anyone else involved.
Thank you.
I'll do it myself.
They're ready.
You'd rather find three bodies than none.
You'd rather find citizens dead
if it would make your job easier?
Have you become that perverse?
I do not think this is a fruitful line of inquiry.
I do.
Viktor Vasilovich Burakov,
do you stand by these remarks?
Do you stand by the statement
that you would rather find bodies than not?
( sobbing )
Is this man crying?
Is the man to whom we've entrusted
the safety of our children crying?
Mrs. Burakova?
Mikhail Fetisov.
I have your husband here. He's having a problem.
Yes. Yes, yes, I know.
I have arranged for him
to take a vacation at a rest-cure.
Can I persuade you to come and pick him up?
Replace him.
No.
What was that?
What did you say?
After five straight years on the same assignment,
Lieutenant Burakov is taking his first vacation.
His job will be waiting for him when he comes back.
Get out.
All of you! Right now!
If you ever again contradict me in front of--
- I have here... - I don't care what you have there!
- ...information... - Who cares?! I'm head of--
...of the 19-year-old boy
you maintain in the town of Shakhty...
and the apartment you have arranged for him
and the gifts that you have given him
and the dates of your last three overnight visits.
If you intend to fire Lieutenant Burakov
now or at any time
I will send all this to your wife.
I recommended you for this position.
I will always be indebted to you.
- Man on TV: Haircut! - Man #2: What's happening, baby?
- Where have you been, huh? - I've been in there.
- You standing tall? - Sure, I'm clean.
Oh, man. Who are you, Dick Tracy?
- I said I was clean! - I'm not gonna get stuck, am I?
- No, I said I'm clean! - If I do, you know what happens.
I said I'm clean.
Hey, man!
I'll kick your motherfucking ass!
( men grunting )
Colonel Fetisov stopped by with a ham.
A whole ham? Where did he get a ham?
He's very well connected.
I bet he knows everyone in pork.
He's very proud of himself for defending you.
I think he feels he's finally earned your respect.
Has he?
Will you tell him when you go back to work?
I think it would mean a lot to him.
I knew I could talk you into it.
Lieutenant Burakov, you're 10 days early.
I feel much better.
I'm glad. You haven't been home?
I came here first.
I wanted to thank you
for taking care of my family while I was away.
And for saving my job.
You were right about knowing which skirmishes to ignore.
Not really.
It's just you spend enough time with the lion,
the idea of roaring starts to seem more and more reasonable.
There's something I wanted to ask you about.
What's that?
While I was away, I spoke to a psychiatrist.
I'd like to bring one into the case.
Maybe he'd have some insight.
( clears throat )
You are aware, I am sure,
that never in the history of the Soviet Union
has a psychiatrist been brought into a murder case.
I know.
You'll be the first. You'll make history.
What?
Did you just come in here
and go out of your way to make me feel good
then ask me for something?
My God, are you learning how to manipulate people?
I've created a monster.
What about the psychiatrist?
I'll see what I can do, all right?
Thank you.
Now do you want to go home
- or do you want to try and ease back into it? - ( knock on door )
- Come in. - Colonel, there's a--
- It's all right. - There's another body in the woods.
Your timing is impeccable.
I'm ready.
What was that about?
He likes to examine the terrain a little
before the rest of us get in there
and stomp around too much.
That's smart, huh?
He doesn't do too much dumb.
So you would say that he is a good detective?
I would say that I've never worked with anyone as good.
Excuse me.
Can I tell you the order of events here, Colonel?
We start with any physical evidence on or adjacent to the body.
Make a cast of this.
I will have it on your desk by 6:00.
I know it's irregular, but I hope one or two of you
will be interested enough in what we've said today to get involved.
If you are, please stay.
Thank you.
It is embarrassing to see grown men
run from their responsibilities.
It is like seeing your parents drunk for the first time.
They are afraid.
To be a psychiatrist in this country
is to be an expert on paranoia,
whether you meant to be or not.
Why aren't you afraid?
I'm sorry.
Do I look like a man of courage to you?
I'm Bukhanovsky.
Bukhanovsky.
I've always been interested in abnormal psychology,
which is a dangerous thing in the Soviet state.
Anyway, I was fascinated
by the pattern of disfigurements you described.
I'd like to try to help, but discreetly.
I'd like to think about it awhile
and then write my ideas down if I have any
and send them along.
Does that sound all right?
Good.
I'd like to be as cautious as possible
when risking my career.
Oh, my God,
being a hero is enormously taxing.
I've only been doing it for seven or eight minutes,
and already I feel strangely enervated.
You--
What is it?
You must live with a great deal of pressure.
It's all right, though, you know.
What is?
Suffering over all this, all these horrors.
If we didn't suffer over them, we'd be monsters ourselves.
Fetisov: I read the whole thing last night.
It's intuitive, well defended.
Little chance that he's a homosexual.
A man with a wife and kids.
And a sexual problem.
And maybe a job working with young people.
A worker in a children's home, a teacher.
We'll have to have someone go through the card file again.
Gorbunov: This is interesting speculation,
but certainly not conclusive enough to persuade me
to change the goals of the investigation.
Not the goals, comrade, just the methods.
We'll continue arresting homosexuals.
Even if it doesn't directly contribute to the resolution of the case,
we'll still be doing society a service.
( children yelling in distance )
Repeating our top story--
under the new policy of Perestroika,
Soviet leaders agreed yesterday to surrender
the party's 72-year monopoly on power.
American president George Bush cabled the chairman
to congratulate him on his commitment to democratic reform
and to assure him that the hopes of the American people are with us
as we chart a new course of the Soviet state.
Thank you.
Will it change things?
I don't know yet.
I've been on the telephone since midnight.
Just keep at it, all right?
Then we'll see.
Can you get him for me?
( whispers )
We have to talk.
No, not now. Tomorrow at the office.
Why? What is it?
Tomorrow morning.
Don't make me suffer, Colonel.
There'll be a new head of the investigation by tomorrow morning.
Come to the committee room at 8:00 and we'll meet him together.
- Who is it? - It's not decided yet.
I'm flying to Moscow right now to see if I can influence their decision.
That's what I stopped to tell you.
Don't start worrying yet.
Have I ever let you down?
Thank you so much for your support.
I'll see you tomorrow morning.
Good luck.
- Where are they? - Who?
- The committee? - We're it.
Who's the new head of the investigation?
You.
Congratulations, Colonel.
Well, actually,
I'm a general now.
I don't have my insignia yet,
but they are on order.
Congratulations, General.
You are a colonel.
Congratulations, Colonel.
Now sit down. Let's get started.
I am now the prefect of the militia for the entire oblast,
reporting only to Moscow.
I can allocate resources any way I see fit,
and I am considering this case my highest priority.
You need men, you need publicity,
you need communications--
you have it.
I got these in Moscow yesterday.
They're fantastic.
You have a telephone appointment
tonight at midnight
to speak with the head of the FBI's Serial Murder Task Force,
Special Agent Bickford.
He told me late last night
that he has been following your work on this case
with great interest for about five years.
I didn't ask him how.
He considers you a man of iron will.
For what it's worth, I concur.
He also told me
that he rotates his people off serial-murder cases
every 18 months whether they like it or not
to prevent the inevitable psychological consequences
of too much frustration.
I-I pretended that I had known that all along.
He thinks that I pushed you and pushed you in search of your limits
until I realized that you didn't have any.
Privately,
I offer my deepest apologies to you and your wife.
I hope that someday
you can forgive me my ignorance.
Anyway, he suggested I not tell you this next,
but he said that he starts
a new group of recruits through the program
every 16 weeks,
and the first lecture that he gives is always about you.
He calls you the one man in the world
that he would least like to have after him,
an intelligent, methodical, painstaking,
passionate detective who would rather die than give up.
Again, I concur.
Colonel Burakov, I'm sorry.
You may go.
( Burakov sobbing )
I have a plan.
I've been thinking about it for a long time.
Fetisov: We intend to have
a visible, uniformed presence
24 hours a day
in every single train station
within 50 miles of Rostov--
every station except three,
the three smallest stations on the Matyev line
and the Kapman Forest.
There we will have only undercover men.
There we want him to make his next attempt
to kill one of our children.
In order for this plan to work,
we need you to do a job.
We need you to accost anyone who stops
to talk to a child or a young woman,
anyone who stops to talk to any stranger at all.
We need you to demand their identity cards
and ask their business
and take down their answers in your notebooks.
We need you to search them,
and above all, we need you to do this visibly.
We need everyone in the station to notice.
Understand?
What's that? I didn't hear that.
All: Yes, Comrade General.
Again.
Yes, Comrade General.
Do you think you are capable of performing these tasks?
Yes, Comrade General.
Do you think you are capable of performing them without subtlety?
Yes, Comrade General.
- Without discretion? - Yes, Comrade General.
- Without tact? - Yes, Comrade General.
Good.
It wasn't long ago
that if a cop took this big a chance and failed,
he would have been shot.
For your sake, I hope it works.
Don't worry. I won't let them shoot you.
Not without a trial.
( indistinct )
( brakes screeching )
Well, we started well,
but we're only seven weeks in and already we're getting lazy.
I have a report here from one of your stations that reads,
"No suspicious characters in three days."
Three days! The whole idea is to stay visible.
Surprise inspection. You want to come?
All I'm saying is keep the pressure on, okay?
And I'll let you in on a little secret--
surprise inspection in half an hour.
Tell your men.
It does defeat the purpose of a surprise.
Just for that station. You have to give them
a little sugar once in a while, anyway.
Your interrogation slips.
Very good.
Your interrogation slips.
Get up here.
Dress yourself.
I had to go to the toilet.
I was gone no longer than five minutes.
Give me your interrogation slips.
Why so many?
They're from-- since Friday,
all through the holiday weekend.
How long have you been here?
36 hours.
You have no relief?
No, sir. My partner got sick
and they didn't send anyone else from the station
because of the holiday.
Let's look through these, shall we?
No harm done.
You can send these along with the rest of today's when you're relieved.
What is it?
Did you personally speak to this man?
Yes, sir.
- Why? - He came up out of the woods,
and there was dirt on his jacket.
He was well dressed, but he was dirty,
so I asked him his business.
He said he'd visited his mother in Belkov,
which is a tiny hamlet near here.
Which makes sense,
except I was born in Belkov and I didn't remember her.
So I wrote him up.
Did you search him?
No, sir.
He hadn't accosted anyone. He just looked odd.
Do you remember this name--
Chikatilo?
Did he have a bag?
Yes.
Fetisov: Consider yourself relieved of this post.
Take my car to the station immediately.
Tell them to cable Moscow.
I want 200 soldiers here
prepared to search these woods in one hour.
- Got it? One hour. - Yes, sir.
( engine starts )
God damn it.
What is happening to me?
My heart is pounding. My collar feels tight.
What the hell is this?
Passion.
( thunder rumbling )
General, they've found something.
Step back, comrade.
You've done your part. Thank you.
Get the team together,
then start sending the soldiers home,
unless the general has some other use for them.
I have 49 of them on my conscience.
You mustn't blame yourself.
It's not that.
What then?
She's my cousin's daughter,
Natasha Dunenkova.
She was eight.
I'm sorry.
You'll be okay?
Do you want me to send someone over here?
For what it's worth,
you may have helped us catch him.
( children shouting )
Just keep walking.
( engine starts )
- ( camera shutter clicks ) - How did you do this?
At work. A box fell on me at work.
Sign, please.
Doctor: Would you mind removing all your clothes, please?
- What? - Remove your clothes.
How did you get these abrasions on the head of your penis?
I don't know.
Can you honestly tell me that you feel no remorse?
Not for killing children?
Not for cutting off their genitals?
Don't you feel the urge to confess to your crimes?
My God, man, are you not human?
This is a disaster.
- Why can't we just-- - Because we can't.
He demanded to do the interrogation himself,
and he still has a lot of friends.
I'll talk about my crimes tomorrow.
What's that? Repeat that.
I'll tell about my crimes tomorrow,
but I'm exhausted today.
Did you get that?
Good.
Now it's in the official record.
We're not getting anywhere.
What are you talking about? Didn't you hear what he just said?
He said that yesterday, too.
It's the only way he knows to get you to stop badgering him.
What do you want?
I want you to let us
bring in someone who can get somewhere with him.
- I'm doing the interrogation. - You're wasting time.
Five days already with no other evidence.
If we do not get a confession by the 28th,
we have to let him go.
I'm doing the interrogation.
Are you willing to take that risk just to satisfy your ego?
You handled him quite deftly.
I've had it.
I will not suffer that stupidity anymore.
He may be stupid, but he's in charge.
( sighs )
What is this?
This is your confession?
In 1978, you fondled the breast of an 11-year-old girl?
- Are you mocking me? - It's true.
I don't give a damn if it's true.
We're talking about murder here, you know that.
You think I'm a fool?
I was fired from my teaching job for this incident--
- ( thuds ) - I know that!
What the hell kind of game are you playing?
Citizen Chikatilo, I asked you a question.
( door closes )
Tomorrow is our last day. We will have to let him go--
You think I don't know that?
If you appoint the man who gets him to confess,
won't that reflect happily on your wisdom?
( sighs ) Whom do you have in mind, Colonel?
I've never done this before. I'm terrified.
I'm Bukhanovsky. I'm a psychiatrist,
and I-- ( clears throat )
I-I wrote a paper about you three years ago.
I called you "Citizen X."
I'm sure a lot of it is wildly incorrect.
Would you like me to read it to you?
Pardon me?
Yes.
Please.
There's some introductory rubbish
designed to make me sound brilliant.
We can ignore that in here, I should think.
"Citizen X has probably had
a tendency towards isolation since childhood.
His internal world, filled with fantasy,
is closed to those around him,
even those close to him.
The adolescence of such a person is, as a rule, painful
because he is often subjected to the laughter of his peers
and at a time when success among them
is the subject of his secret dreams.
His sexuality is not noticeable to those around him,
however it is an external asexuality
that frequently coincides with steady masturbation
and bright erotic fantasies.
He is painfully sensitive in company,
incapable of flirting and courtship.
However, it cannot be excluded
that he has fathered a family.
There is reason to think
that Citizen X has a weakness of sexual potency.
This is supported by the fact
that signs of entry of the sexual organ
into the sexual paths of the victims
have been found in nine cases,
but that in only two,
the length of contact has been sufficient to reach orgasm,
with the rest of the cases involving ejaculation
on the body of the victims.
He sits or squats astride his victim.
The orgasm and ejaculation most likely occur
at this stage of the act and in this position,
sitting on the victim in the period of her agony."
( sobs )
"The blinding of some of the victims
could be a symbol of his power over the partner
or an inability to bear his or her gaze,
even if it is unconscious,
or possibly a reflection of excess belief
in the folktale that the victim's eyes
retain an image of the killer,
even after death."
( gasping, sobbing )
It is the last, is it not?
You believe the police might see your image in their eyes.
What about the ejaculation? Was I right about that--
sitting on the victim in the period of her agony?
You ejaculated while stabbing them.
I ejaculated
while stabbing them.
Sometimes before they died,
sometimes after.
With or without additional masturbation?
Usually with.
And that accounts for the abrasions on your own organ--
the frenzied masturbation.
With the last one especially.
Natasha Dunenkova.
After killing her,
I still had some...
difficulty.
I hurt myself trying to achieve release.
( sobbing )
Congratulations, gentlemen.
He'd say something witty,
but he's overcome with emotion right now.
Thank you, both.
May I say that together
you make a wonderful person.
( crowd yelling )
Man: Give us the monster!
We will bring him to justice!
Stand aside.
Stand aside, damn it!
You should thank them, for God's sake!
These are the men who caught him.
( crowd quiets )
( applause )
Step through the door, please.
( rustling )
Please don't turn around.
( gunshot )
( music playing )