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- I don't mean them.

I'm talking about the monster

who killed his father.

I'm talking about myself.

I'm also from the Caucasus.

I studied in Moscow.

But I get called "monkey".

I'm no monkey, I'm a surgeon.

A physician. I have my own clinic.

Understand?

I don't doubt it, OK, so you're not

toiling away at county hospital.

Then why do people come here

from the Caucasus to buy a diploma?

What? To buy what?

- I bought one?

- I don't mean you.

I'm asking you, wait!

I bought my diploma, yes?

I never paid anyone

to get where I am!

How dare you?

What gives you the right, huh?

I tried 4 times before I got into

Moscow Medical School!

And for all 4 years I worked

as an orderly at city hospital! Yes!

I worked as a paramedic and in the ER.

I graduated in honor! "With honors" I mean.

Yes,

so I don't speak Russian that well.

So what?

Yes, I said "lun-icrous" by mistake.

So what? I apologized.

I'm still a good doctor!

I don't doubt that you're a good doctor.

But I don't understand why

a good doctor like you

would vote guilty

if everyone in the Caucasus

is so cultured...

That's why I voted guilty.

It's an unheard of affront

in the Caucasus

to raise a hand against an elder.

Especially if he took you

into his home, his family.

Brothers, brothers...

Gentlemen... Comrades...

Come on, let's be civilized.

For God's sake.

I'm over here writing, plus one,

not guilty, guilty...

...let's be civilized, let's do it again.

Let's all vote calmly.

We'll write everything down so it's clear.

- So let's vote, OK?

- Can we vote by show of hands?

Now. Who votes

to find the accused not guilty?

Not guilty. Please pay attention.

Not guilty.

One,

two, three, four,

five.

Who votes to find the defendant guilty?

One, two, three, four, five,

six...

Seven.

Seven "for"...

Five for "not guilty",

seven for "guilty".

The boundary is here, right?

So it's a mirror image.

Let's reproduce it.

So your amateur theatre is going to

recreate the crime scene exactly?

Exactly? No, how could we?

One apartment was on top of the other.

We'll try to mirror-image them,

according to this floor plan.

Listen, the old man downstairs heard

the boy shout "I'll kill you".

And a falling body

and he saw the boy run away, right?

Have any of you been

to the scene of the murder?

Of course not.

You know, I have...

I went after the first day of the trial...

because I was curious to see

a building where only two apartments

were occupied.

In one, a murder, in the other,

a witness to the murder.

And nobody else.

What's that got to do

with this case?

Next to the building

there's a construction site.

They're building luxury apartments.

There's lots of machinery.

- They work around the clock.

- Around the clock. So what?

Imagine the noise

of a building site outside your window.

Your point?

The old man claims he heard

the boy shout "I'll kill you"

and then he heard something fall,

and he says he recognized the boy's voice.

Yeah, so? What? What?

With all due respect to the witness,

I don't believe him.

Wait. One second.

So you're telling us

that the old man knowingly lied in court,

under oath?

An old-school communist

slandered an innocent Chechen boy

for no reason?

If anyone lied, under oath and otherwise,

it was the communists.

They lied from top to bottom,

every one of them.

For privileges, for power,

and just out of habit.

Let's not talk about that, please.

Some people were different.

My father was a regional party secretary

in the Urals.

Privileges? What privileges?

Sometimes we didn't see him for years.

His heart was shot at 50.

After he retired,

he burned out within 3 months.

They spit him out like old gum.

Privileges, you say?

How do you think it looks?

- Pretty close.

- Pretty close.

Now, we've created two identical

apartments in mirror image.

As I said, one's on top of the other,

so they're identical.

In his testimony the old man said

that at the time of the crime

he was lying...

...on the living room sofa...

No, I can't see anything.

I'll ask the bailiff.

What's that?

The train. I'll call you back.

Oh Lord!

- You rang?

- Can you turn on the light?

We need to read. It's an experiment.

It's nighttime.

All right, I'll turn it on.

You'll have light.

Yeltsin's fault.

Thank you.

Thank you, Boris.

The old man was lying right here

on the sofa.

The crime happened here.

He said his living room is

under the room where the murder was.

Did anyone notice how the old man

walked to the stand?

Yes, I remember very well!

He walked slowly, his knees didn't bend.

Because he has arthritis.

The floor plan shows

all the room dimensions.

And we've reproduced them almost exactly,

to see he had to get up from the sofa,

walk 35 meters, open the door,

and still manage to see someone.

- Anyone know average walking speed?

- A meter and a half per second.

- A meter and a half.

- If you're healthy.

So, 10 seconds is 15 meters.

So 35 meters is about 25 seconds.

And we'll see which one of us

gets to the door first.

But you have to walk like him.

Pardon me, gentlemen.

I could time you.

- Yes.

- Thank you very much.

Thank you, as well.

You're the old man on the sofa.

I'm the criminal.

It should take you 2 seconds

to get up and find your slippers.

Start when I say so.

- Action!

- I'll kill you!

- What's going on?

- Stop, stop.

- Excuse me, you're disturbing us.

- We're working here, see.

No problem. Thank you.

We're doing an experiment. Sorry.

It's OK. Start again.

Reset the clock to zero.

Zero.

- Ready?

- Yes.

Attention...

- Action!

- I'll kill you!

- Get up.

- OK. There's a noise.

The knife. There are prints.

Come on, old man, up!

You hear a noise.

Something's up.

No, wait.

You have to wipe off the prints.

Wipe off the fingerprints completely.

Come on, old man, come on.

Let's go, let's go.

I wipe off the fingerprints.

You have to take the money.

You need to find it.

Old man, come on, come on, let's go!

Let's go!

But the boy would know

where the money is.

OK, I look for the money.

I'm looking for it.

I think that's enough time

to find the money.

Don't forget, put on your coat.

Come on, old man, something's up,

come on.

- Someone's shouting.

- Parasites...

I put on my jacket. I button it. I walk.

I walk. I'm in the other room now.

I open the door, I run.

I open another door.

I'm in the hall.

I open the door. I'm on the stairs.

Seven stairs,

three steps on the landing.

The old man's apartment

I'm outside!

But he only got as far as the door.

Add another 5 seconds for him

to unlock the door.

So what?

Maybe it was like that.

And maybe it wasn't.

The police believed the old man.

And I believe the police.

The old man saw the kid running away.

Or someone else running away.

Who?

Someone who wasn't in a hurry.

Someone who needed to be seen.

Push up.

You know, I think...

...that an old man with

rheumatoid arthritis type 3 FNS 2

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