Your daughter. She looks alive.
No blood. She was strangled!
You open the bedroom, and there,
raped and hacked to pieces...
...is your wife.
It's the end.
You want to yell, to run,
but you can't.
You stand like pillar of salt.
Over their bodies.
- He's nuts. Nuts.
- Wait. That's not all.
You hear someone behind you.
Who could it be?
It's that same Chechen
that you want to save from prison.
With the same knife.
He slowly, methodically
pins you belly down to the floor,
pulls back your head,
takes that cold, sharp blade
and cuts your throat from ear to ear.
You, Harvard, will crawl
in your own blood.
With your last breath...
You don't understand why he did it!
He did it because we're
just trophies to them!
We're not humans, we're trophies!
I change my vote. The killer is guilty.
Good for you!
And good for your mom, too.
What a guy she raised.
Smart. Lively.
Imaginative. And truthful.
There you go.
Six - six.
Very interesting.
Why are you looking at me?
I don't know...
He's impressionable.
He's sick.
Should we call the bailiff?
- Doctor...
- What can I do?
It's not...
...food poisoning...
It's nervous regurgitation.
Give him some water.
- Are you OK?
- I'm fine. Thanks very much...
Yes. Yes...
"The City Wolves".
Season seven finale.
That's right. I watched it.
Every Monday through Thursday at 9:35 pm
You watch our channel.
I'm glad.
Thank you.
Don't shoot!
Everyone back! Back!
Stay back, I said!
Don't shoot! Stay where you are!
I said don't shoot!
Quiet!
Quiet.
Follow the car!
Any wounded?
- No, nobody.
- Good.
Umar.
Hey, Umar.
Is that you?
It's me, uncle Volodya.
Calm down. Don't be afraid.
Get up.
I'm uncle Volodya.
Get up.
Calm down, calm down.
Umar.
Umar.
Calm down.
Thank God I found you.
Everything's OK now.
You'll come live with me in Moscow.
Don't be afraid, it's me.
Lord...
You see, we have new lights,
but old wiring.
It's freezing.
And juries rarely sit this long.
The wiring can't take it.
I'll give you a lantern.
Don't worry,
we'll think of something.
Fine.
- Here it is.
- What happened?
I think I understand:
The old man's address!
When he gave his statement
he gave one address,
the building where
the murder happened.
But in court he gave
a different address, his daughter's.
Yes, he said... Ow!
Sorry.
He said that
the day after the murder
he went to his daughter's
on the other side of Moscow.
And stayed.
So he lives there now?
That's right.
He said he went there
for her birthday.
But the murder
and his change of address
were in November?
Yes.
But the daughter's birthday
is in March.
- Some light, please.
- Sure, here you go.
And what does all this mean?
Light.
I'll explain.
I asked our bailiff
to bring me some information about
the construction next to the building.
It's a huge project,
a luxury apartment building.
One square meter
costs at least 4000 dollars.
All the apartments are sold.
But the building where the murder happened
stands right where
they plan to build a wing
of the luxury building.
The construction schedule is firm.
And?
Now imagine you have to
build a building
where people have paid millions
for apartments.
But two old jerks
who aren't worth a penny
won't let you start construction.
It's a public building.
It's central.
The late officer stayed
because it had been military housing
but he had no right to stay there.
But the military didn't have any other
apartment for him.
And the stubborn old party worker,
wouldn't leave
because he demanded an equally good
apartment, and also central.
In cases like that the job is done
on a personal level.
They send lawyers, building agents.
They call themselves
anything they like,
but really they're just crooks.
And these thugs go after
the military man
who fought against them in the war.
And after the old communist
who has no idea
what kind of people they are.
And so they cook up a
lucrative scheme.