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Has Natalia Pavlovna been

murdered?

How do you know that?

People are gossiping around town.

How do you do, Anna Viktorovna.

I wish we didn't have to meet
under such sad circumstances.

How do you do, Mr. Shtolman.

Anna Viktorovna...

You are here as well.

Well, what do you have there, Doctor?

Nikolai Vasilievich,
no good news for you.

A large wound on the neck...

massive blood loss..

I believe the Baroness
did not suffer long.

I have yet to find the murder weapon.

I may be able to add something
after a closer examination.

Yakov Platonovich...

Yakov Platonovich!

May we take the body away?

You may.

Episode 2
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What is this?

A rooster's head again?

It looks like someone is trying to convince us
the baroness drew this before she died.

But you think it was the perpetrator
who did this?

Of course.

You don't think that the baroness
decided to do some drawing as she was dying, do you?

Well... So

one murderer

is trying to pass himself
for another murderer?

Odd business.

Very odd, Nikolai Vasilievich.

The murder weapon hasn't been
found in the room.

The door was locked from the inside again but

this time at least it was a more difficult trick
to pull off than in Aglaya's cell.

I can't figure out how the perpetrator
does it.

Well, Ivan, tell us
how you met Madame Yeliseyeva.

I... received a letter from her.

She wrote that she knew my relatives.

or something like that.

But I've heard you're an orphan.

I never asked her.
What was it to me?

For the first time in my life,
someone took an interest in me.

Did you have an affair with her?

Me?

Are you insane?

It's nothing but rumors.

Carbolic, gauze, blood?

How would you explain that?

Anton Andreyevich.

What is this?

What is this?!

What is this sackcloth?
I have no idea...

Take your shirt off.

What for?
You have no right!

Undress him.

Mr. Apraksin, you are under arrest
on suspicion of murder of Aglaya Stepanova

and Baroness von Berg.

Take him to the precinct!

Well, my good man,
tell us what you saw.

So, once the meeting was over

the baroness stayed in her rooms.

Then... a lady came to visit her.

What lady?

Could you describe her?

No, can't do.

She had a veil covering her face.

She stayed for about twenty minutes,

then left.

What time was that?

Well... at eleven.

Or around eleven.

So I go up to her floor in the morning
as usual

and I see the door is locked on the inside.

Goodness, I think...

That's why I called the police
to play it safe.

You fool, why didn't you worry at night
that the baroness wasn't leaving her room?

I fell asleep, sir!

I'd never slept so soundly before,
it's as if I was under a spell.

What are you looking out for,
Yakov Platonovich?

Did you see Anna Viktorovna?

Oh... she went there.

You must have gotten drunk,
bastard!

Not a drop, cross my heart!

Not a drop, my ass...
I know your kind!

Slept right through it!

Well, Apraksin...

how long are you going to waste my time,

try my patience and keep silence?

I want a lawyer!

Do you now?

How are you going to pay one?

You are poor as a church mouse,
drowning in debt.

Irina Alekseyevna will pay.

Why would she pay for you, why?

As far as I know, she forbade you
her house a week ago.

All the more so now that she'll know
you killed her maid--

I did not kill Aglaya!

Why was there a nun's habit
in your room then?

Why did the landlady say it'd been
the second night in a row you came home at dawn?

You have a fresh gunshot wound.

You should come clean, Apraksin,
please.

At least tell me who helped you
extract the bullet.

Are you going to confess or?

HE DIDN'T KILL HER.

Who didn't?

Who didn't kill her?

Who are you talking about?

Anna, what's wrong?

Anna! What's wrong?

Wake up...

You...

This... isn't a dream?

No.

I knew it.

I knew you were alive.

Did you read my letter?

I never received any letter.

That's odd.

I wouldn't have left you that night if...

it hadn't been beyond my control.

I never would have left you.

I know.

What happened?

Why didn't you send word of yourself?

I couldn't do that.

Not even once?

In five years?

Once I had the chance,
I found out everything about you.

You were in Paris at the time,
and I thought...

that you were happy and,
perhaps, loved.

I was studying medicine in Paris.

I had to find a new meaning of life
when I lost you

and my gift.

But now, I... I realized it at the precinct
and followed you...

You see them again?

What does it matter?

It does matter, trust me.

No! No...

That's not what matters--

Shhh...

Who led you to this house?

A spirit of a woman
with a slit throat.

Aglaya?

She said,
"He didn't kill her."

Korobeinikov is interrogating
Ivan Apraksin right now.

An acquaintance of the general's widow's
and a cock fight enthusiast.

Do you think Aglaya meant him?

Who are you?

Is this your establishment?

I earn a living best I can.

How often do you have fights here?

On Sundays.

So there was one last night?

Was Ivan Apraksin here?

How long did he stay?

He left at dawn.

Lost all his money.

What's your relation to him?

Can you testify at the police
that he was here all night?

Police?

Hm.
Is this it?

Yes, sir.

To Natalia Pavlovna von Berg
from Yeliseyeva...

What is this?

So you caught him?

Uh huh.

Thank God.

Now I can lay Aglaya to rest.

I can't imagine why Apraksin
would want your maid dead.

She disliked him right away.

She tried to warn me too.

But I was blind.

You know, he's sitting in a cell now,
begging to see you.

No, I don't want to see him.

I wish to never see him again.

He blew all the money
I gave him...

And a week ago,
he admitted he had an enormous debt.

I refused to pay.

He became furious,
he began threatening me.

It wasn't until Aglaya came
and pointed the revolver at him

that he finally left.

Good God.

I don't understand.
Are you suspecting me of something?

No, no, how could I.
No way. I...

Thank you for your time.

I should go.

Ah, yes...

Did you by any chance visit
Baroness von Berg yesterday late at night?

I did visit her.

But what does that have to do
with the case?

She was murdered
after you left.

We believe it was Apraksin
who did that too.

Nothing is missing,
jewelry intact...

But the letter you sent her
is gone.

The baroness gave it back to me.

At my request.

I hope you still have it?

No.
I burnt it.

What was it about?
Can you tell me?

It's none of your business,
Mr. Korobeinikov.

Right.
Excuse me.

Goodbye.

I don't get it.

So Apraksin has an alibi for last night
but no one can corroborate it.

Right. But now at least we can be sure
he didn't kill the baroness.

Although he is guilty
of the first murder.

What if Yeliseyeva herself
is involved in this?

But how? She left at eleven
and the watchman confirms it.

She could have come back,
through the back door...

I think the baroness never
gave her that letter back.

That's why the general's widow
came to get it back that night.

The clue is in that letter.

The general's widow is still in town.

She is burying Aglaya tomorrow.

And if we have suspicions,
we must find the evidence before she leaves.

We should go to her estate
and search the house.

Secretly.

Secretly?

Secretly.

Before she realizes it

perhaps, we'll be able to find
some documents...

and if we're lucky,
a draft of the letter.

In that case,
we must set out immediately.

It's a long way,
Yakov Platonovich.

Gentlemen...

I'm going with you.

Anna Viktorovna, you have no idea
how happy that makes me!

It's like in the good old days!

Duty officers!
Get the cab ready!

Won't Dr. Milz give us a dressing-down
for stealing you away?

Dr. Milz...

Give me half an hour.
I'll make an arrangement with him.

Natalia Pavlovna saved me once,
and I can't allow her murderer to go free.

Please hurry, dear Anna Viktorovna.

Yakov Platonovich!

This is the strangest wound
I have ever seen in all my practice.

You see, the blow was obviously delivered
with a great force but

it wasn't a dagger, or a knife.

It was something like
a stake.

I'm sorry.

No, Doctor, go on.

A wooden stake, you said?

Most certainly not wooden or metal.
I can't say for sure what material it was made of.

The body will be taken
to Petersburg tomorrow.

I suppose you want to say goodbye.
I'll leave you to it.

Doctor.

If anyone asks, could you say
that I was on call at the hospital until late at night?

Yes. All right.

You have my permission to search
the house privately, without attracting attention.

But only because this is a case
of extraordinary importance.

Thank you.

Hold on.

You know, I keep thinking
about this case.

Let's think about it a little.

Some fiend murdered the baroness.

But why all this charade?

With that door closed on the inside,
the rooster drawing painted in blood?

What for?
To accuse Apraksin?

I admit,
the thought has been haunting me as well.

Especially the watchman
who fell asleep as if on command.

Your theory?

I have none.

Right.

Well, off you go.

And stay unnoticed as you leave town.

Don't let anyone see you.

Spirit of Baroness von Berg,
show yourself.

Spirit of Baroness von Berg,
show yourself.

Natalia Pavlovna...

please...

talk to me.

Who killed you?

Who killed you?

Lady von Berg was a true angel
for those poor and sick...

No.

Lady von Berg became a guardian angel

of all the martyrs and sinners of Russia...

For god's sake, Masha!

What sinners?

What martyrs?

Just take the first version.

I think the second one is much loftier.

You're leaving again?

I'm going to the bank.
To make arrangements for Anna's monthly allowance.

She's leaving for Paris, isn't she?

See you in the evening, my dear.

Shtolman is waiting for us
just outside town.

I'm ready.

Anna Viktorovna, you came to the precinct together.
Did you talk to him?

Could it be that
you've forgiven him?

What are you even thinking about
right now?

Clearly, not something you should be thinking about,
Anton Andreyevich.

I will talk to the devil himself

to find Natalia Pavlovna's murderer.

Go!

Wait here, man.

Yes, sir.

The general's widow and her steward
are in Zatonsk, so only the cook is here.

Oh. Young lady, you're back.

I didn't expect you.

You're mistaken,
I'm not your young lady.

I'm sorry, ma'am.
My eyesight is poor.

Apologies.

We are with the police.
We have a search warrant for the house.

Police?

What happened?

Something with Irina Alekseyevna?

No, no, don't worry,
your Irina Alekseyevna is safe and sound.

She'll be back soon.

May we come in?

You're welcome.

Good heavens, what's going on...

Police, at this hour.

And I'm all alone in the house.

You have nothing to worry about,
it's just a simple check.

But what happened?

Did Stepan do something?

Who's Stepan?

Stepan Matveyev, our steward.

No, I can't say anything about it yet...

Be so kind, make us some tea, will you?

Of course, sir.

Anton Andreyevich...

Find the maid's room

while Anna Viktorovna and I
examine the study.

Yakov Platonovich,

let me remind you that
I'm in charge of the investigation now.

I'm sorry I forgot myself.

What are my instructions?

Very simple.

You go look for the maid's room

while Anna Viktorovna and I
examine the study.

Allow me.

Servants' rooms are usually
on the first floor.

And try not to make noise.

Let's go.

THE PHYSIOLOGY OF TASTE

Nothing suspicious.

Mortgages, bills...
no personal letters.

Passports.

Yeliseyeva Irina Alekseyevna

and Matveyev Stepan Petrovich.

The steward.

So she was going to go abroad
with the steward?

Here is your tea.

Wonderful.

Help yourselves.

How do you manage to do everything,
to cook, when you can barely see?

It's not that hard
with practice.

I have spent my whole life by the stove,
and I know all produce by smell.

I'm grateful to Irina Alekseyevna
for not kicking me out

when my eyes began to go bad.

How long has it been?

Over a year now.

Why didn't you go see a doctor?

No. I'll never go to those doctors.

Aglaya and Styopa told me many horror stories
about doctors, I won't even think it.

Tell me something. Did Aglaya and Stepan...
get along?

Why wouldn't they?

They're both young.

Hmm. Well, all right,
you can go.

What a fine mess, Anna Viktorovna.

The maid has an affair with the steward...

while the mistress makes plans
to go abroad with the same steward.

And when the general's widow finds
a new passion, the young Apraksin

the maid, instead of being happy

for some reason turns
her mistress against him.

It really is odd.

Yes... Women are so difficult
to understand.

What?

Anna Viktorovna?

Anna Viktorovna!

A little boy.

Ivan Apraksin.

Ivan Apraksin is...

Found anything?

Judging by these documents, Yeliseyeva
sent money to the Apraksins every month.

A will.

I, Yeliseyeva Irina Alekseyevna, bequeath
all my moveable and immoveable properties

to Ivan Arkadyevich Apraksin

born January 3, 1878.

I have studied the widow's biography...

the general went away for a year,
more than a year, to the Turkish war.

So, Apraksin isn't Yeliseyeva's lover.

He's her son.

Illegitimate son.

Now it's clear why she didn't
give him away right away.

She didn't want to believe
her son was a murderer.

You know what I think?

The general's widow came to Baroness von Berg
to find out if it was possible to legitimize her child.

Natalia Pavlovna often helped
with matters like this.

Of course! She said, "as a woman, as a mother
I can't refuse her."

But why would she need that legitimation
if she left everything to her son in this will anyway?

So that her son would
officially be a nobleman.

The baroness obviously kept this secret
and Apraksin knew nothing about it.

But Aglaya did!

What makes you think that?

She led me here and
showed me the hiding place.

But who murdered her?

Someone who didn't want
the secret to be out.

Suppose it was the steward...

Aglaya could blab
the widow's secret to him.

Matveyev could murder
her and the baroness

then frame Apraksin
for both murders

and then comfort Irina Alekseyevna
somewhere in the French Riviera.

We must find out as soon as possible
when this Matveyev left for Zatonsk, and...

Yakov Platonovich,
have you found anything in the maid's room?

I have.

A book on proper nutrition

and this one is your area of expertise,
Anna Viktorovna.

A French language self-study book.

Both books have notes
on the margins.

How strange.

The general's widow said
Aglaya was illiterate.

Yes. I wonder why
she was hiding it.

You know what else is strange,
gentlemen?

There isn't a single portrait
in this house.

Of course...

When will your boss be here?

I don't know.

Who does know that?

You should come back
in the afternoon.

He will definitely be in then.

No way.

I won't leave until I get to see
that Mr. Tregubov.

He has no right to keep
an innocent man in jail.

And whom, pray tell, did I arrest
unfairly, ma'am?

Ivan Apraksin.

I'm afraid you are mistaken, ma'am.

Apraksin has committed
a grievous crime.

He couldn't have done it.

Why is that?

Because he had a pistol duel
with my husband on the night of the murder.

And he was wounded.

In the shoulder.

And your husband can corroborate that?

My husband can't.

But I brought the seconds.

And they are willing
to testify under oath.

Well... Let's go to my office.

I have a message
for Mr. Shtolman.

Come in.

May I?

Come on in.

Yakov Platonovich,
a message for you.

Thank you.

I know how the baroness
was killed.

Aleksandr Franzevich!

Anna Viktorovna, why are you
storming in without knocking?

Look whom I have as my patient here.

I'm sorry, Doctor, this is a matter
of utmost importance!

Doctor...

You said Baroness von Berg was killed
by a sharp cone-shaped object.

But you couldn't identify
the material it was made of.

That's right.

I am convinced that
she was killed with ice!

It was a large icicle.

That's why the murder weapon
couldn't be found, it just melted!

It's possible. But the person
delivering such a blow must be very strong.

Could a strong man do it?

Well, theoretically, Yakov Platonovich,
I suppose an extremely strong man could, yes.

Then he probably did the same
with the door.

He put a piece of ice under the latch,
and when the ice melted, the latch slid in place.

Anna Viktorovna...

Look who's here today.

Saveliy, do you recognize
Anna Viktorovna?

How's your hand?
It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?

It hurts, but only just a little.

Well, you won't go sneaking
into the monastery garden again.

So your hunting ground is
the monastery garden, is it?

When were you there last?

Saturday, at dawn.

Did you see anyone?

Yeah, some monk got out of the window
and ran after me.

I climbed over the fence
and hurt my hand on a nail.

Why didn't you say so before?

You never asked me.

Will you recognize that man?

Anton Andreyevich,
where is the steward?

He went with Yeliseyeva
to bury Aglaya.

We'll take him at the service.

Well, you're free, young sir?

Yes, he had a duel on the night of the murder,
he has a shoulder wound.

Tagging along with me
to see the general's widow right away.

Good man!

Follow them and hurry!

Yes, sir.

You can close it.

Irina Alekseyevna!

Irina Alekseyevna,
I was released, I'm innocent!

Aglaya!

What?

You must be crazy,
Ivan.

This is Aglaya...

the servant.

You don't recognize our lady?!

We'll deal with you later!

Who's that in the coffin?

Irina Alekseyevna!

I see. Take these two!
Quickly!

Everybody, stay where you are!

I will kill her.

Stay where you are!
Don't move!

Look, they will catch you anyway
and it will only be worse.

Go on, get in!

- Oh for goodness' sake...
- Quiet!

Where are we going?

Wherever!

Do you think I want to
go to the labor camp?

It's all that baroness's fault.

Who knew that the general's widows
would send her a letter

and make an appointment
to meet with her?

You would have been found out anyway,
sooner or later.

Abroad you could have met someone
who used to know the general's widow.

It would have turned out just fine,
God willing.

What's that?

Why have we stopped?!

Stay here!

Stepan!

Styopushka!

Stay where you are
and don't move.

Listen to my voice.

They will be here soon.

We have a couple of minutes.

Who... are you?

You will know me.

Tell me: how was your friend killed?

How was the door locked from the inside?

Ice.

Correct.
Was she the one who told you?

Yes.

So your gift is back.

You... killed her.

No one will know.

The steward is dead.
They will pin it on him.

I... will know.

You will forget everything.

Sleep.

Anna Viktorovna!

Anna Viktorovna!

Anna Viktorovna!

Anna Viktorovna!

Anna Viktorovna!

Where are you?

Sir!
We found her!

Anna Viktorovna, what's the matter?

Anna Viktorovna, wake up!

Yakov Platonovich?

What happened here?

She said she didn't want
to go to the labor camp.

What a mercy... what a mercy
that you're safe and sound, Anna Viktorovna!

It's quite clear, sir.

First she shot her lover

and then herself.

Huh?
Oh, yeah. Yes.

Yes...

Imagine that...

the criminal convinced everyone
she was illiterate

while she read her books
and prepared her villainy.

Ah, the sort of people that go into service these days...
it's all mixed up.

Sometimes you can't tell
a noble lady from a maid.

Yes, Nikolai Vasilievich,
times have changed.

So it was Aglaya who killed
Irina Alekseyevna?

We believe it was the steward,
Matveyev.

He was identified by a boy, a witness

and he also had a bullet wound in his arm
exactly like yours.

And it was probably he
who planted the monk's habit.

Aglaya made that drawing on the wall
and changed the clothes in the wardrobe.

She used a hairpin to put
the latch in place but

she didn't know Matveyev was wounded,
so she didn't notice the gun under the bed.

Why didn't she hear the gunshot?

The Easter Vigil was on.

The bells were tolling.

Hmm... but the baroness.
Why did they have to kill her?

Aglaya went to see the baroness
to get Yeliseyeva's letter back.

But I think Natalia Pavlovna
knew right away she was an impostor.

So Aglaya told Matveyev
to kill her.

But why did he do it so monstrously,
with ice?

Criminals like to shock the police.
The thrill!

As a cock fight enthusiast, Mr. Apraksin,
you must know what it's like.

You should stop this, sir.

Your mother may have given you up
for adoption but

she took care of your future
before she died.

My mother?

Anna Viktorovna!

Anna, I wanted to tell you...

I'm sorry for your loss, but...

the baroness can't be brought back,
and her murderers have paid for what they did.

Thank you for your help
in finding them.

It's I who should thank you.
You..

As always, it wouldn't have worked
without you.

I'm tired.
May I go now?

We never had a proper conversation.

Well, you offered your apology.

I accepted it.

I can see that everything we shared
is in the past now...

and we shouldn't stir it up.

I know you've been waiting to hear
different words from me, but...

I would have gone against my honor and conscience,
had I said them to you.

Indeed.
Too much time has passed.

Farewell, Yakov Platonovich.

No need to walk me home.

ICE

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