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[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.
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[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]
