Child 44 Page #2

Synopsis: Based on the first of a trilogy by Tom Rob Smith and set in the Stalin era of the Soviet Union. The plot is about an idealistic pro-Stalin security officer who decides to investigate a series of child murders in a country where supposedly this sort of crime doesn't exist. The state would not hear of the existence of a child murderer let alone a serial killer. He gets demoted and exiled but decides, with just the help of his wife, to continue pursuing the case.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Thriller
Director(s): Daniel Espinosa
Production: Summit Entertainment
  2 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.5
Metacritic:
41
Rotten Tomatoes:
26%
R
Year:
2015
137 min
$1,314,609
Website
617 Views


I will find someone

on the third floor to deal...

And who better to do it than you?

Done.

Your brother. Help him help himself.

- Alexei.

- Leo.

Come in.

I am so sorry.

I have been personally...

asked to share

the official report with you.

"Yesterday morning,

25th of October at 10:35,

"the body of one Jora Andreyev,

"8 years old,

"was found close by the train tracks

at 1 kilometer east of Vialki.

"He was found fully clothed.

"Further examination of the victim's

body and the witness..."

My boy was found naked.

No. He was found fully clothed.

"Further examination..."

A train doesn't undress a boy.

"Further examination

of the victim's body

"and witness testimony

show multiple contusions,

"with bruisings and lacerations

to the torso.

"In keeping with this testimony,

we believe the cause of death

"was indeed a tragic accident."

Why would a report even bother

to mention that he was clothed?

This was signed by Major Kuzmin.

He is the Department of Interior

Crimes Against the State.

5th Main Directorate, MGB.

Someone has slaughtered my son!

Your godson, Leo! And you do nothing?

I am sorry.

- Read the report.

- To find out what?

Someone has slaughtered your son.

- Do something!

- Nina!

Someone has slaughtered your son!

Someone has slaughtered your son!

Someone has slaughtered your son!

This is crazy.

You cannot do this.

I have men downstairs!

They can hear everything. There is a reason

why they sent me. You understand?

You have to be quiet.

They wouldn't let me see him, Leo.

- They wouldn't let me see my boy.

- Alexei, please, will you just...

- No, you tell me.

- ...read the file?

Tell me.

What should I tell her? My wife?

You tell her

whatever it takes to protect

every single body in that room.

Everybody in there, who you love,

you tell them whatever it takes.

Do you understand?

And you let him go.

Alexei, there can be

no murder in paradise.

Remember?

There's a witness, Leo.

Excuse me?

A woman.

What do you mean?

She saw that man.

She saw the man who took my boy.

She saw him.

- You have a witness?

- Yes.

- And she will testify?

- Maybe. Her windows overlook the tracks.

She saw Jora with a man.

My boy was murdered.

- You don't know this.

- I know it.

And you don't lie to me,

because you know it, too.

You know it.

I want the coroner to do a full autopsy

on the Andreyev child.

So I heard

there was a problem

with Vasili in Kimov.

I apologize.

You're only flesh and blood.

Striking a fellow officer

can bring you the kind of attention

you could live without.

But you did a great service

by talking to the Andreyevs.

Alexei will thank you. One day.

By the way,

Brodsky. Full confession.

He gave us seven names.

Six went to others.

Considering you're one

of my most thorough investigators,

I gave you the toughest nut

of the bunch.

So, you asked for a full autopsy

of that boy.

- What's his name?

- Jora Alexei Andreyevich.

- Jora?

- Da.

This one is yours.

We don't have much, as you'll see.

So you are to collect

further information.

And if Brodsky was telling the truth,

if that individual is a traitor,

you are to arrest them

and bring them here.

The usual process.

Any questions?

Raisa! Raisa!

Raisa!

- No, no, please, no.

- Please help me!

- No, no, no, please.

- Raisa!

She has no...

- What is the charge? What is the charge?

- Raisa! Raisa!

Why her?

Because she couldn't keep her goddamn

opinion to herself. That's why.

Ivan, maybe we should go

our separate ways.

Raisa.

Is she a traitor?

They have a confession.

And who took this confession?

A colleague of mine.

Could it have been manufactured?

Of course.

Do you have evidence?

No.

So what are you going to do?

If I do not denounce...

Raisa, and she is a traitor,

they have something on her

that I don't know about,

I don't find or...

Obviously, we are all guilty

by association, regardless.

What did you expect when you came here?

That we didn't mind dying?

That Raisa would be saved?

But if you don't denounce her,

we will die. All four of us.

But the only difference,

that you would die knowing in your heart

that you did the right thing.

And so you calculate.

One dead. Or four.

One dead. Or four.

Are you expecting somebody?

It's Raisa. She always

eats with us on Wednesdays.

- Anna.

- Oh, Raisa.

Good to see you.

He was working nearby.

For once we can eat as a family.

How was school?

- Good.

- Good.

And you've come here...

Did you walk straight from work?

Normally, I would be,

but I had a doctor's appointment...

- Doctor's appointment?

- ...at the Kuzminski Prospekt. Yes.

You sick?

- All right?

- Yes.

- Not sick?

- No.

Why do you go doctor?

I wanted to tell you

when we're on our own.

Why?

We are all family here.

We don't keep secrets from one another.

I'm pregnant.

That's wonderful news.

Congratulations.

- Excuse me.

- We are going to be grandparents.

What?

Kuzmin sent us. We're here to help.

Very nice apartment.

What are you doing?

There is better way than that.

That is not the way.

You feel the cushions.

You think it was me, don't you?

But no one ever listens to me.

Don't you know that?

Ivan, please!

Ivan, please!

Gentlemen, please.

She teaches domestic arts. Sewing.

What could she have possibly...

It's fine, it's fine.

Purse.

They took one of my colleagues today.

Eva. Friend of mine.

Do you know whose name...

ended up on my desk?

Can you imagine?

- No.

- No?

You. You have been named.

Do you want to know by who?

Anatoly Brodsky.

Do you know him?

Does it matter?

Yes, it matters.

It matters to me.

They asked me...

to denounce you.

Raisa,

are you a spy?

No.

No.

You do know what happens

to us now, right?

Yes.

It's just our turn.

Demidov, you asked

for the autopsy report.

- I was forbidden to show it to you.

- Doesn't matter. It's not important now.

I thought you might want to know.

There's been another one.

- Another what?

- A train accident.

What is it?

Two boys. Found by the tracks.

Both naked. Same cause of death.

- Which is?

- Drowning.

- Drowning?

- But there are no rivers, no lakes

next to the places

where they were found.

And around the iris, hemorrhaging.

As with strangulation.

There's one big difference

between the boys.

- What's that?

- Jora Andreyevich,

he had visual signs of trauma.

As if by torture.

Cuts, Leo. Targeted. Not random.

It was almost with surgical precision.

Stomach removed. Missing.

Water spilling from the boy.

This is not the work

of some average idiot.

You are sure you don't want

to reexamine your report?

There is no need.

- I found nothing.

- Leo...

I am sure you realize what this means?

Major Kuzmin, I have stood here

for the past 10 minutes

telling you exactly the same thing.

Because it is the truth.

I found... nothing.

Raisa Demidova

is innocent.

This is all you can take.

You carry nothing on your person,

except your clothes and your papers.

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Richard Price (23 February 1723 – 19 April 1791) was a British moral philosopher, nonconformist preacher and mathematician. He was also a political pamphleteer, active in radical, republican, and liberal causes such as the American Revolution. He was well-connected and fostered communication between a large number of people, including several of the Founding Fathers of the United States. Price spent most of his adult life as minister of Newington Green Unitarian Church, on the outskirts of London. He also wrote on issues of demography and finance, and was a Fellow of the Royal Society. more…

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