Jamie Sives credited as playing...
Sitnikov
- [Sitnikov reports back to his bosses]
- Bryukhanov: Well?
- Sitnikov: I sent my dosimetrists into the reactor building. The large dosimeter from the safe, the one with the 1,000-roentgen capacity...
- Anatoly Dyatlov: [impatiently] What was the number?
- Sitnikov: There was none. The meter burned out the second it was turned on.
- Anatoly Dyatlov: [to Bryukhanov] It's typical.
- Bryukhanov: See, this is what Moscow does. Sends us shit equipment, then wonders why things go wrong.
- Sitnikov: We found another dosimeter, from the military fire department. It only goes to 200 roentgen, but it's better than the small ones.
- Fomin: And?
- Sitnikov: It maxed out. 200 roentgen.
- Fomin: [suspiciously] What game are you playing?
- Sitnikov: No, I-I... I asked him, he took multiple measurements, he's my best man.
- Bryukhanov: It's another faulty meter. You're wasting our time.
- Sitnikov: I checked the meter against the control.
- Anatoly Dyatlov: What's wrong with you? How do you get that number from feedwater leaking from a blown tank?
- Sitnikov: You don't.
- Anatoly Dyatlov: Then what the fuck are you talking about?
- Sitnikov: [steeling himself] I... I walked around the exterior of Building 4. I think there's graphite on the ground, in the rubble.
- Anatoly Dyatlov: You didn't see graphite.
- Sitnikov: I did.
- Anatoly Dyatlov: You didn't. You DIDN'T, because it's not there!
- Fomin: What, are you suggesting the core... what? Exploded?
- Sitnikov: [softly] Yes.
- [Sitnikov has just told his bosses that the core has exploded]
- Fomin: Sitnikov, you're a nuclear engineer. So am I. Now, please tell me how an RBMK reactor core explodes. Not a meltdown. An explosion. I'd love to know.
- Sitnikov: I can't.
- Fomin: Are you stupid?
- Sitnikov: No.
- Fomin: Then why can't you?
- Sitnikov: I... I don't see how it could explode. But it did.
- Anatoly Dyatlov: Enough. I'll go up to the vent block roof. From there, you can look right down into Reactor Building 4. I'll see it with my own...
- [he stops, as if holding something back]
- Anatoly Dyatlov: ... my own eyes.
- [he suddenly vomits all over the table; everyone stares in shock]
- Anatoly Dyatlov: [dazed] I apologize.
- [he collapses]
- Bryukhanov: [flinging the door open] Guards! Guards! Get him to the medic, or the, or the hospital, whatever he needs!
- [the guards rush in and carry Dyatlov out]
- Fomin: It's the feedwater. Been around it all night.
- [he turns to Sitnikov]
- Fomin: You go, then.
- Sitnikov: [incredulously] What?
- Fomin: Go to the vent block roof, and report back what you see.
- Sitnikov: No. No, I won't do that.
- Bryukhanov: Of course you will.
- [another guard walks in; Fomin pats Sitnikov on the shoulder]
- Fomin: You'll be fine. You'll see. Come on.
- [the guard escorts Sitnikov out]