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Mother of God!

Episode 15
THE ILLUSIONIST

- Fyodor Nikitich!
- Anton Andreyevich, what's happened?

The watchman called the firemen,
but it was too late.

- No... Olyushka, Olya, no!
- Fyodor Nikitich

Don't look at her, she--

She was pouring oil into the lamp
and she must have knocked it over on herself...

Fyodor Nikitich... Stay strong.

She had these rings on her fingers.

I gave them to her...

It's my fault, gentlemen.

I was supposed to return last night

but I was running late and
spent the night at the inn.

And, what a stroke of bad luck,
Olenka dismissed the maid so that--

so that she could visit her family in Moscow.

Don't blame yourself.

It's all in God's hands.

Mr. Zakharov, are you ready to take a look?

Is this she?
Olga Aleksandrovna Zakharova?

A WEEK LATER

No, I'm sorry, I can't, Aleksey Yegorovich.

Oh, very well.

An expensive necklace belonging
to one of our guests went missing yesterday.

Right, right, right...

Scandal, hysterics, threats of lawsuits...

He heard the noise and
came out of his room.

And he said right away that the necklace
slipped off the lady's neck

and was lying in her room
behind the sofa, on the floor!

And what do you know?

They found the necklace, didn't they?

In the exact spot he said it would be.

Is this him?

Looks like him.

Although he gave his surname as Sidorov.

He was accompanied by a manservant
and an elderly lady in a rocking chair.

My dear man...
what room is he in?

What do you want, sir?

Signor Donizetti, please--

You are a reporter.

The first letter of your surname is "R".

Ah. You are in love.

But it is yet to be reciprocated.

What did you want?

Just a couple of words...
A couple of words for my readers--

Your aunt.

She is ill. You should write to her.

To Olimpiada Samsonovna?
In Kaluga?

Do you have another aunt
you expect to get an inheritance from?

Write to her.

BOOKSHOP

Kliuyev is a wonderful person.

He is kind, smart, well-educated...

And he loves me.

What about you?
Do you love him?

I don't.
But I could come to love him.

The pair reside on amicable terms,

and may, in time, attain to happiness
�nay, even to love.

Turgenev. But this was written by a man.

To a woman, being married to a man
she doesn't love is a torture.

Anna, don't make a mistake
that might be difficult to correct.

Have you ever loved?

I--

Anna, to the backdoor!

We've been locked in!

Help!

Help!

Come on, come on, pump it, hurry!

Did you check inside?

Who could be there?
It's the middle of the night!

Wait! Where are you going?!
You can't!

Oh God...

Miss! Breathe...
Can you see me?

Good. Thank God.

Where is Anna?

Don't worry, she is fine.

My life's work... all gone.
I'll have to start over again.

No, no, the shop is intact,
only the display window burned away.

The most important thing is
you're alive.

Please, don't worry for nothing.

Looks like it was arson.

We'll find the culprits,
I promise you.

Let me introduce myself:
Anton Andreyevich Korobeinikov,

Head of Investigations Department.

Here's Anna Viktorovna.

Oh, thank God you're alive...

Thank God you're alive.

What's happened here?

We were locked in...
and then set on fire.

Anna!
Thank God you're all right.

I'm fine, Andrey Petrovich.

I was having dinner at the restaurant nearby
when I heard about the fire.

Thank you.

The fire may not have been an accident,
Mr. Kliuyev, and

Anna Viktorovna and the shop owner

will have to give their statements.

I hope this can wait until tomorrow.

I would like to take
Anna Viktorovna home now.

Of course.

Let me take you home as well.

The police carriage is at your service.

Thank you, this is very nice of you.

- Can you go?
- Yes.

You're shivering.

Chernyshov!

Take my carriage

and don't let them out of your sight.

Well, why did you set the shop on fire?

And not just any shop.
A bookshop.

Who put you up to this?

Answer me.

I didn't do it, sir!
I didn't set it on fire!

Anton Andreyevich.

Good morning, Yakov Platonovich.

Here, look at him, the arsonist.

Three people pointed at him,
and his hands still reek of kerosine.

You're going to smell it in a second yourself.

I can't wrap my head around it.

Well, who put it into your head
to set the shop on fire?

I didn't do it!

Then tell us where you were
at 10 p.m. last night.

I don't remember!
I don't remember anything.

He keeps saying this.
"I don't remember, I didn't do it"

Where was he found?

He wasn't hiding, Yakov Platonovich.

He just sat on a bench in the town center,
as though he was sleeping...

with his eyes open.
That's what they said.

Could it be?
- Hypnosis.

Is that right?

A celebrity of his caliber, in our Zatonsk?

Your obedient servant has already
found out everything.

His mother fell ill on their way to Moscow

and he had to stop here in Zatonsk.

By the way, Maestro Donizetti has agreed
to give one performance tonight.

Unbelievable!

And I pledge to get a ticket for you,
Maria Timofeyevna, in exchange for an article.

Oh no, not tonight.

My husband and I finally decided
to have dinner together for once.

Maria Timofeyevna.

How can you sacrifice your calling
for some boring family dinner?

Good man, bring us eclairs...

ice cream and tarragon lemonade.

Tarragon lemonade?

It's a divine beverage,
it has only recently come to us from Georgia.

You should try it,
I strongly recommend it.

You know...

Viktor Ivanovich and I are now
going through something of a renaissance.

You understand me, don't you?

Yes, Maria Timofeyevna...

Of course, I didn't want to tell you...

but your husband is having his renaissance,
as you put it,

with a different person

who lives in a tenement building
on Bogoliubskaya Street.

You... are a repulsive, despicable man.

I don't believe a single word you say.

Me? But--

And I don't understand

why you would come up with such nonsense.

Goodbye.
- Maria Timofeyevna!

Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Shtolman.

I can see you've put everything
back in order already.

Yes. But I'm afraid the burning smell
will take longer to get rid of.

I admit I was wrong: he is here.

He found you and
he was trying to kill you last night.

We found the boy who started the fire
but, of course, he doesn't remember a thing.

This morning I've found
something in my house.

Great joy.
So, he's not hiding anymore.

He's started his game.

I think you should leave town immediately.

No way. I'd rather sacrifice my life

for you to find this monster
as soon as possible.

You know very well what he did to me.

I can't breathe here,
let's go outside.

Don't you find it odd that he tried
to kill not only you but Anna as well?

He probably didn't know
she would be there at that hour.

But someone did call the fire brigade
a few minutes after the shop caught fire.

So, he wanted to scare us.

But trust me, he won't stop at that.

And Mr. Kliuyev turned out to be
very close by at the time of the fire.

Coincidence?

I don't get it: are you suspecting him
or are you jealous of him?

By the way, he proposed to Anna.

How do you know that?

She was the one who told me.

Sir, someone is waiting for you outside.

Who?

I don't know, out-of-towner, from Moscow,
Lopyriov is his name.

Are you Lopyriov?

Mr. Lopyriov?

Mr. Korobeinikov.

Yes. What happened to you?

Sir, my daughter is missing,

my only child, Katenka,
Katerina Lopyriova.

20 years of age, I'm begging you,
please, find her.

Come with me.

If I got this right, you are from Moscow.

Isn't this a job for the Moscow police?

You see, my Katenka went to work
for one rich lady.

And two days ago, I heard
about the incident.

What incident?

Merchant Zakharov's wife's death.

Yes, I remember now,
there was a maid...

But she went to Moscow to see her family.

Maybe she did go to see you?

Katenka never came to Moscow.

She could have been help up on the way,
or maybe you just missed each other.

Too soon to sound the alarm.

Please, sir, find her, for the love of God..

Here is a photograph,
this is my Katenka.

I'm begging you.

Mario Donizetti...
Here, in Zatonsk?

Incredible!

He is a world-famous medium and clairvoyant.

You know, he was the talk of the town
in Paris for some time.

I read something very different,

they say he's just an ordinary
talented illusionist

using tricks of an ordinary
circus magician.

No, it's all ill-wishers' gossip.

He isn't just a medium and a clairvoyant,

he is also a master of hypnosis.

Are you going to his performance?

It must be sold out by now...

I should write to Andrey Petrovich,
maybe he'll think of something.

Look, don't go there, it's dangerous.

What makes you think that?

Someone tried to kill you last night,
isn't that enough?

Someone tried to kill Polina, not me.

And seeing how you came to question me,
you still haven't found the culprit.

We caught the boy who started the fire.

But he doesn't remember anything,
as though he's been hypnotized.

Mr. Donizette may be involved in this.

What? Are you insane?

Why should Mr. Donizetti care
about Polina?

Did you tell anyone you were
going to visit her last night?

I told Andrey Petrovich.

So what? Will you order me
to stay away from him as well now?

If only I could order you,
yes.

- Anna Viktorovna, are you going to be long?
- I'm coming!

Are you really going to marry him?

Do you believe
I should take a vow of celibacy instead?

Do you have any more questions for me?

No.

Then excuse me, I must leave you now.

Pelageia Ivanovna, we'll have
a wonderful view from here.

Thank you, but you are fussing
too much over me.

Not at all. Mr. Shtolman
is concerned about your safety

and he asked me to keep an eye on you.

Ah. How sweet of him.

Andrey Petrovich, how did you manage
to get the tickets?

I bought them, from a merchant,
paid a triple price.

Anna Viktorovna, thank God
you haven't left yet!

What's wrong?

Kulagina up and went into labor,
at this time of night, too!

The doctor says
she won't give birth naturally

and asks you to assist him
in the operating room.

There's nobody else.

Well. This is not happening.

You're not mad at me, are you,
Andrey Petrovich?

How can I be mad?
Don't you know me at all?

I do.
You are a very kind and noble person.

Until tomorrow?

Tomorrow I'm going to St. Petersburg.

Until we meet again then.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm happy that you all are gathered
here in this room tonight.

My guardian spirit

wants to surprise you a little.

Thank you.

Incredible...

A miracle...

May these roses

bring you love and happiness.

- Take it, this is for you, for luck.
- Oh. Thank you.

Bravo!

Come in.

Unteroffizier Klimov?

Yes, sir.

I have just arrived from St. Petersburg.
What are your orders?

I need you to follow a man.

He leaves Zatonsk tomorrow,
early in the morning.

Don't leave him out of your sight for a second.
I want to know everything about him.

Yes, sir.

But why didn't you telegraph the department?

Because I'm not willing to
trust this matter to paper or telegraph.

I'm sorry you had to travel so far.

Here is your subject.

Read it carefully, study every detail.

For Tsar and Country!

Everybody believes in this.

And I know for a fact:
the soul is immortal.

Is there anyone in the audience

who has recently lost a loved one
and would like to see them?

Signor, please.

Think of that person
and I will see your thoughts.

Olya...

Olga Aleksandrovna?
So lifelike...

She wants to say something.

Murdered... I was murdered...

Who murdered you, Olyushka?
Who?

You... murdered me.

What?!

How many times do I have to tell you,
Yakov Platonovich?

It was her in the mirror,
her spirit!

I swear had you been there
you wouldn't be talking like this!

- I couldn't be there, I had urgent business--
- Eh, business...

And I didn't know the deceased anyway.
- Well, I did!

Yakov Platonovich.
Anton Andreyevich.

Good day, gentlemen.

I nearly set off to search for you.

Well? The abyss of the unknown
has opened up before us again?

After Signor Donizetti's seance last night--
- I was there.

The entire town is gripped by fever.

I was just saying to Yakov Platonovich
that we need to re-investigate--

I see no need for that.

Donizetti has been in town for two days,

meticulously preparing for his performance,

gathering rumors and gossip.

That's how he knew about
Madame Zakharova's recent demise.

As for the spirit of the deceased appearing,
it's nothing but a clever circus trick.

That was not a trick!

Everybody saw and recognized her.

The investigation should be reopened.

To prove Zakharov's innocence,

because the whole town
now thinks he's a murderer.

Yes.

Still, let's not be hasty,

allow me to talk to Donizetti first.

Yakov Platonovich, use your discretion.

- But... what about--
- What?

Ah, yes, where are we with
the search for that maid, Lopyriova?

I think she might have gone off
with some admirer...

She isn't the first or the last girl
lured away by a lothario passing through town.

I believe they are far away from here now.
If she were in town...

She has a distinctive face,
we would have found her already.

- Seek and ye shall--?
- Find.

- Exactly. So find her.

Yes, sir.

It rained.

Honey mushrooms will sprout!

Ladies and gentlemen!
Complete silence, please.

You are disturbing the Maestro's process.

And I'm asking all new-comers

to tell me your surname, name
and purpose of visit.

I am keeping a list.

Well...

Shtolman, Yakov Platonovich.

Shtol--

Come back tomorrow, Mr. Shtolman,
I can't help you today.

I am with the police,
judicial investigator.

Tell Mr. Donizetti,
I must speak to him immediately.

Just a minute.

Why is he cutting in line?

- There's a list, isn't there?
- Crying shame!

Line of duty,
ladies and gentlemen.

Anna Viktorovna, I'm so glad
you've agreed to help me.

There's not a doubt in my mind
that the spirit was telling the truth.

Oh, I wish I had been there
at the performance last night.

Materialization of spirits, my God,
only Donizetti is capable of that!

Yes, it was an unforgettable sight,
Anna Viktorovna.

Nobody come to this part of the house,
Anna Viktorovna.

Are you to going to... try?

Anton Andreyevich, leave me
alone here, please.

Of course.

I'll be downstairs,
should you need me.

Spirit of Olga Zakharova, show yourself.

Spirit of Olga Zakharova, show yourself to me.

Oh. Signor giudice istruttore...

I was told you wanted to see me,
I am at your service.

You have become quite popular in this town
in a mere couple of days, Mr. Donizetti.

Helping people is my calling.

I hear you charge a hefty price
for your help.

But I am interested in something else.

How did you perform
that circus trick with the mirror?

Was it your assistant playing the spirit?

Where is she?

Signor istruttore...

I am not an illusionist.

I have no assistant.

Only mia povera madre.

Do you wish to see her?
She is very ill.

Nevertheless.

Mamma, che posso entrare?

Buon giorno.

Are you happy?

More than happy.

Well?

It didn't work.

It happens,
sometimes, they just won't come.

Right... while I was waiting for you,
I talked to the watchman again.

He says that since the Zakharovs
came back from their journey,

they have been visited several times
by the dressmaker, Alfiorova.

Shall we call on her, together?

We shall. Together.

So, you are trying to convince me

that you really did summon
Olga Zakharova's spirit

before your audience last night.

Certo, signor.

What is it you find so surprising?

The woman you're in love with
also has this gift.

Who told you?

I can see... your thoughts.

Then you must see my next question.

Can you do hypnosis?

Yes. Of course.

But it wasn't hypnosis last night.

I feel so sorry for Olga Aleksandrovna.

Such a beautiful young lady.

We had such grand plans, you know.

She ordered a whole new wardrobe from me,
and her husband didn't spare any expense.

But I only got the chance
to make a night gown.

Did you keep the design by any chance?

I was told you and Olga Aleksandrovna
had become friends,

and you visited her at home.

Did you notice anything odd?

Oh. Here.

This is the one
she was wearing last night.

What was her and
her husband's relationship like?

Well... please.

I thought at first that
it was very affectionate.

Excuse me.

But I witnessed an odd scene once.

Olga Aleksandrovna was crying,
and her husband was yelling and nearly hit her.

When did it happen?

A week before she died.

He went away to the fair
in Nizhny Novgorod the following day.

If only we could find their maid,
Yekaterina Lopyriova

she would shed some light on this case.

- Do you have her photograph?
- I do.

Mr. Donizetti!

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.
Pardon, pardon, pardon.

Excuse me.
I'm sorry.

Mom?

Mom, what are you doing here?

Anya?

What sort of question is that?

Mom, are you here to see Mr. Donizetti?

Mom, but why?

I hear he has the gift of clairvoyance.

Is Mironova here?

Yes.

Anna Viktorovna Mironova?

Yes.

The Maestro will receive you
ahead of schedule.

Please, follow me.

I sent an officer to the inn.

Nobody there saw merchant Zakharov
all night.

Who could have seen him,
if he was asleep in his room?

What if he sneaked out?

And the dressmaker's statement
should be added to the record.

The husband and wife were fighting--

Come in.

Sir, you have a visitor.

Wants to give statement
regarding Madame Zakharova's murder.

So, it's a murder now, is it?

I see. Well, invite them in.

May I, sir?

Come on in, take a seat.

I am Palochkin, Prokhor Ivanovich.

What did you want to tell us?

I saw a man enter their house

through the back door around midnight.

Zakharov? Fyodor Nikitich?

I'm not sure, but it looked like him.

What were you doing
outside the Zakharovs' house at night?

Well, I live right next to them.

Why didn't you tell us sooner?

I didn't think it was important,

they said it was an accident

And then everybody started saying
Zakharov murdered his wife.

So I thought I should tell.

You did the right thing
by coming to us.

Do I get a reward?

Your country won't forget you.

Duty officer!

Signor, mi scusi.

Sta dormendo?

I wasn't sleeping.

I have been waiting for you,
Mademoiselle Mironova.

Oh my God, I didn't know
you spoke Russian so well.

Please, sit.

You are a medium, aren't you?

Yes.

Yes, but my abilities are
much more modest than yours.

The things you do
stagger the imagination.

Imagination has nothing to do with it.

I'm sure that science will soon
be able to explain all our abilities

and people will no longer be
afraid of death.

Signor Donizetti, I am here
to ask for your help.

The police are investigating--
- The police...

One man from the police
has already visited me...

The one you think of day and night.

Shtolman.

You are wrong.

I don't think of him.

Maestro Donizetti is never wrong.

Then tell me something.

I'm listening.

Do you know where this young woman is
and if she's alive?

She is alive.

She is here, in town.

Grazie, signor.

I was expecting you, gentlemen.
You have come to arrest me.

Is there a reason for it?

We have a few questions for you.

Please. I would invite you to sit, but...

The father of your maid, Yekaterina Lopyriova
reported her missing.

Do you happen to know
where she could have gone?

Your wife is dead, and
it could have been a murder.

We are investigating,
so kindly answer the question.

Very well.

I'll tell you everything, only,
gentlemen, please,

no one else can know about this.

I don't want anyone
run their mouth off about Olenka.

I can promise you that.

I met her six months ago,
in Moscow...

in a house of ill repute...

and I fell for her like a teenage boy.

Tell me, Masha...

Will you marry me?

Masha?

Her name was Maria Ponurova.

I confess: I had new documents
made for her, for a bribe.

And she eagerly accepted your proposal.

She cried and kissed my feet.

She wasn't working there
because she wanted to.

Some Frenchman seduced her,
took her away from the family home

and abandoned her in Moscow.

We got married there.

And then...

I realized that she either got back together
with her old lover or was about to.

I went to Nizhny with a heavy heart,

kept thinking what to do--

Was that why when you returned,
you didn't go home

and spent the night at the inn?

Never made up my mind.

I have a different theory,
Fyodor Nikitich.

You decided to punish your wife
for her betrayal before you came back.

You stopped at the inn on your way back,
checked in your room,

secretly went back to your house,

entered through the backdoor...

and knocked the lamp over on
Olga Aleksandrovna who was sleeping.

You're insane, Anton Andreyevich,
I am not a murderer!

There is a witness who states

that a man who looked like you
got into your house on the night of the murder.

Pack your essentials, you are detained
until we ascertain all the facts.

There is no mistress, Madame.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Your husband loves only you.

Thank you. Thank you...

Anton Andreyevich

It's good that you're here.

I have seen Mr. Donizetti.

He said that Katya Lopyriova was alive.

Thank you, Anna Viktorovna,
this is very useful information.

Meanwhile, we have arrested Zakharov.

- Did he confess?
- Not yet.

However, he told us a most curious story.

It turns out that Olga Aleksandrovna
is not Olga Aleksandrovna at all.

Zakharov's wife?

She has been living
mutato nomine all this time.

Under an assumed name...

I too speak Latin.

That's why her spirit wouldn't come.

What was her real name?

Maria. Maria Ponurova.

Ponurova. Yes.

Anna Viktorovna, please, should she come,

please let me know.

We have no evidence.

We have a witness statement,
but the man is...

questionable, putting it mildly.

Suo tempore.

What?

In due time, Anton Andreyevich,
in due time.

Thank you, Anna Viktorovna.

The spirit of Maria Ponurova,
show yourself to me.

The spirit of Maria Ponurova,
show yourself to me.

Who murdered you?

Your husband?

What have you done?!

What have you done?!

What have you done?!

THE ILLUSIONIST

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