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- Well, old boy--
- Good evening, sir.

Out to get some air too, are you?

Can I really not find a carriage
at this hour?

It won't be easy,
you probably can't.

This town of ours!

Half past midnight and there's no one around,
everybody's asleep.

Very well, I'll walk then.

Where are you going, Pyotr Ivanovich,
at this time of night, on foot?

Um, well, it's exercise.

Fresh air.

Oh, have my shoes cleaned,
see to it.

I'll get it done, don't worry.

Thank you, thank you, sir.

Who are you?

Glasha...

Why...

Episode 19
FIVE SPICES

I would like to see Maria Timofeyevna.

Pyotr Ivanovich, what a delight!

- Greetings, Maria Timofeyevna...
- Please.
- Thank you.

Where is Annette?

Gone off to her hospital already.

She'll come back in the evening
to a surprise waiting for her.

Maria Timofeyevna, I would like to
clear up a sensitive issue, if you don't mind.

I mean...

Wouldn't it be awkward for me
to stay in your house these days?

Since my brother
doesn't live here anymore.

Oh, Pyotr Ivanovich,
what are you talking about?

Of course, it wouldn't be awkward.

We are still family, even if
your brother chose a maid over me.

Thank you.

Of course, what Pyotr* did was bad. It's--
(*ahem)

It was bad.

But please, give him a little time.

I'm sure he will come
to his senses and return.

I, on my part, will make sure
to have a serious conversation with him

literally in the next few days.
- You are free to discuss any topic with him.

But bear in mind that
I will not take him back.

He's made his choice,
there is no turning back.

Although, after you do talk to him,
tell me all the details.

It could make
a perfect scene for my novel:

brother trying to save
his fool of a brother.

Yes! I think I could give it
a whole chapter.

I believe Mr. Dostoevsky already
made an attempt at covering this subject.

But yours will be much...
much more elegant.

What a dreadful sin...
good Lord, spare us...

And she wasn't that old yet...

Not bad-looking either.

Could have lived many years.

Eh, you know why broads put
their head in the noose.

Some bastard humped her and dumped her.

She didn't want to live anymore, see.

Pushed the stool with her own foot...

Yakov Platonovich!

Sergeant Riabko is like
one of them bards of old.

Listen to this.

Tanner Mitiayev entered his house
to find, to his surprise,

his wife dressed as Eve--

uh-huh! --as well as his neighbor,
carpenter Yefrem Spitsyn--

Dressed as Adam?

That's what he wrote:
"also in a state of complete undress."

Dismayed by this circumstance,
Mitiayev went to the tavern,

where he proceeded
to get hog-drunk, then returned

and tried to strangle
the unfaithful spouse.

- The Moor of Zatonsk.
- Yes, but Desdemona got away!

Meanwhile, he set Spitsyn's barn on fire,

causing the death of--

guess who?
- Well, who?

Come on, guess!

Yakov Platonovich! Death of an English pig
by the name of Vasilisa!

Having arrived at the scene of the crime,
I, Sergeant Riabko,

discovered the fiend asleep in a hog trough,

wherein I detained him
with subsequent delivery to lockup.

- Is that all?
- No, there's more.

It was after six in the morning
when I was summoned

to burgher Pritykin's tenement house,

to find in one of the rooms,
in a state of vertical hanging,

the body of a young woman...

Glafira Karmanova, 30 years of age,

whose feet were not touching the floor.

- Vertical hanging?
- Right.

Having interviewed the neighbors
and the landlord,

no criminal element has been found
in this act, since

Karmanova committed
an ungodly misdeed of self-strangulation

due to the overwhelming feeling
of anguish, loneliness and

the stress of--

overripe maidenhood.

We should take a look at the body
when we get the chance.

The body of Glafira Karmanova?

No, the body of Sergeant Riabko,
such a waste of writing talent.

Right.

Yakov Platonovich.
Anton Andreyevich.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Are you bored?

Let me entertain you.

An urgent telegram from St. Petersburg
has just arrived.

Please read it.

Yakov Platonovich,
it concerns you,

as the judicial investigator,
in the first instance.

You're trying to intrigue us as always,
Nikolai Vasilievich.

So you went to the capital with Kliuyev?

Andrey Petrovich is a very sensitive person.

He was deeply saddened by
Anna's rejection,

and I saw fit to distract him.

I see. You went drinking.

I hope it didn't come to
partying with the gipsies?

God forbid!
What are you saying!

I had to comfort him...
to relax him somehow.

Did you?

To some extent... to some extent.

I left him in the care of
some good friends and

I suppose they have eased his woes
and chased his sorrows away for good.

I, on the other hand, had to escape.

Escape what?

Or would it be more
appropriate to ask "escape whom"?

No one. Maria Timofeyevna,

you know, wealth
is an exhausting thing.

Truly a burden.

I have to deal with all kinds of issues
I know nothing about.

It's my manager who should do it,

after all, his job is to manage.

Mr. Rebushinky to see you, ma'am.

Invite him here.

Aleksey Yegorovich visits us often now.

We discuss new chapters of my novel.

Do you now?

You discuss chapters. I see.

TAKE IMMEDIATE ACTION TO DETAIN MR MIR--
MIRONOV PYOTR IVANOVICH

UPON HIS ARRIVAL IN TOWN OF ZATONSK

AND TOWNSWOMAN GLAFIRA KARMANOVA
RESIDING IN ZATONSK STOP

QUESTION BOTH WITH PURPOSE OF
ESTABLISHING MR MIRONOVS INVOLVEMENT IN DEATH

OF HIS WIFE GOLOVLIOVA
ZINAIDA PETROVNA STOP

Isn't it that townswoman Karmanova

who hanged herself last night
due to her overripe maidenhood?

The very same, Glafira.

What happened to her?

Found hanged this morning.

The sergeant says
no signs of violence have been detected.

Hm, what an odd coincidence.

I must admit, gentlemen,
I am not surprised.

I have never believed Mr. Mironov
married for love.

Hence the suspected murder.

Where is he now?
In St. Petersburg?

- Yes.
- No.

A policeman has seen him
in Zatonsk this morning.

In that case, we should arrest him

until we establish all facts.

I'm not sure such drastic measures
are necessary in this particular case.

Well, do as you see fit.

You are the judicial investigator,
it's up to you.

Good day.

Anna Viktorovna!

- Yakov Platonovich!
- Good day.

It's good that you're here.
I was about to write to you.

Has something happened again?

Yes. A woman died last night.

Glafira Karmanova?

You already know.

I'm not asking how you know.

Yes, her body was found
early in the morning.

Did you know her?

Yes, she used to work as a maid
for Zinaida Petrovna, Uncle's late wife.

We met when they came to see me
in Paris on their honeymoon trip.

The sergeant said
she had committed suicide.

No, it isn't true.
She was murdered.

Is that what she said?

Yes, and she also said
it was most likely about money.

Very interesting.

So, Mr. Mironov arrived yesterday evening?

That's right. The train from St. Petersburg

arrives by 10, and one has to travel
from the station to here...

so... it was around midnight.

He arrived and checked into a room?

The most expensive one.

Once Mr. Mironov arrived,
he requested hot water at once,

changed and, half an hour later,
came downstairs and left.

Up and left, just like that?

This is not a prison,
everybody is free to go wherever they want.

Right, right.
When did he come back?

The day was breaking already.

He requested his shoes to be polished

and a carriage to be ordered by nine.

Did you smell wine on his breath?

No, no wine breath.

He did smell, but it was nice,
like, you know, butterflies...

All right.
I meant to ask about something else.

What else is there?

I did everything Mr. Mironov requested:

had his shoes polished,
sent a boy to fetch a carriage.

Mr. Mironov left us at nine exactly.

Where did he go?

I was told to order a carriage
to take him to the Mironovs' house.

Well, obviously, where else...

Oh, this is not good... not good.

What's not good?
Mr. Mironov had no complaints.

more than that, he gave me
a silver rouble for my efforts.

That's not what I meant.

What then?

- None of your business.
- Yes, sir.

Here, look at his.

This mark. It's from the noose,
from the hanging.

But the second one,
going down...

this kind of mark is left
when a person is being strangled with a rope.

So she was hanged
when she was already dead?

To imitate suicide.

Exactly.

Aleksandr Franzevich, may I
talk to Anna Viktorovna alone?

Anna Viktorovna, I don't mind.

Yakov Platonovich!

The culprit must be found.

Please, read this.

Take immediate action to detain Mr--

What?

Mr. Mironov's involv--

This is utter nonsense!

This is an official order from St. Petersburg,
Anna Viktorovna,

and I must follow it.

And, I'm afraid,
the death of the former maid

will only make your uncle's situation worse.

Yakov Platonovich, you have known
my uncle for many years.

Can you really assume
he might be a murderer?

Look.

I don't believe it either but--

or rather

I believe he's innocent
but I must detain and question him.

Well, it's impossible.
Uncle is in St. Petersburg.

He came back to Zatonsk last night.

I believe he is at your house right now

and I am going there immediately.

All right, say you go there
to question him...

What happens next?

He will be convoyed to St. Petersburg,

because it's where the case of his wife's murder
is being investigated.

No, we can't allow it.

This is someone's scheming!

Yakov Platonovich, you must know
how many people resent him in St. Petersburg!

I assure you, the outcome
of this case is predetermined there!

I promise you I--
I will figure everything out.

No, it's not enough!

Promise me you'll prove his innocence.

It won't be easy--
his wife died over a year ago.

Please, don't worry.

Pyotr Ivanovich has great connections,

and he will have the best lawyers
of St. Petersburg at his disposal.

I have much more trust
in you than in those lawyers.

Go.

And I'm telling you this is abuse of power!
Abuse of power!

And rest assured that the public
will soon hear of this!

Mr. Rebushinky,
I don't have time for you now.

As you wish, Anton Andreyevich.
I have warned you.

Anton Andreyevich, this is
indeed outrageous!

How dare you storm
into my house like this!

Maria Timofeyevna, believe me,
I don't find this situation comfortable either

and I hope it will be resolved soon.

Still, kindly state your name and rank.

Pyotr.

Did you get that?

Ivanovich.

Did you get that?

Mironov.

A gentleman. A widower.
Never served in the military. Satisfied?

Completely.

Yakov Platonovich!

Maria Timofeyevna, gentlemen,
please, everybody, stay calm.

- Yakov Platonovich--
- Excuse me.

I see you have beaten me to it,
Anton Andreyevich.

Yakov Platonovich, for god's sake,
tell us what's going on.

Explain the situation to us,
be so kind.

Because we can't get anything
out of your Leporello here.

Pyotr Ivanovich and I,
and Mr. Rebushinsky

were having an animated discussion
of a literary work

and suddenly a crowd
of policemen storms in!

Maria Timofeyevna, I have nothing
against literary works

but you have to understand that the police
were acting within their authority.

We have received an official paper
from the capital this morning.

The police must follow the orders.

Here.

What does it mean,
"detain and question"?

On what grounds?

Why?

And who is this Karmanova?

Your late wife's maid.

Glafira...
What does she have to do with this?

She has been found dead
this morning

and we have every reason to believe
that it was not a natural death.

Wait a minute, you--

Was she--

She was murdered.

I'm afraid it's true.

Viktor! Viktor!

Mr. Shtolman!

Care to explain on what grounds--
Pyotr, what is going on here?

- I am being accused of murder.
- Suspected, for now!

Yes. Suspected.

Possibly even of two murders.

What are you going on about?
Are you drunk?

Not at all.
This is rather serious.

That's why I sent for you,
thank you for coming so quickly.

Why are there strangers in my house?

Let me remind you
that this is my house now

and it's you
who are the stranger here now.

As for Aleksey Yegorovich,
he is here at my invitation.

Greetings, Mr. Mironov!

So, what is going on here?

Mr. Shtolman, what is my brother
being accused of?

Please, everybody, keep
your very understandable emotions in check.

It's good that you're here, Viktor Ivanovich.
I need to question your brother

and I won't mind your being present.

Thank you so much!

Gentlemen, please,
follow me to my study!

Let me remind you once again
that this is my house!

You don't have a study here anymore.

Masha. This is not the time!

Please, allow us to use
my former study.

I allow it.
But it's only for your sake, Pyotr Ivanovich.

Please, gentlemen!

What is it you're doing,
Aleksey Yegorovich?

Taking notes?

Old habit. I'm writing it down
to make sure I don't miss anything.

I hope you won't discredit the house

where you're always welcome.
- Not at all...

I just want to paint a vivid picture
of arbitrary actions of the police

as they forced their way
into this peaceful home.

I would be very grateful to you

if you sacrificed this bombshell

and tabled this essay.

Sit.

Let's dispense with formalities.

Pyotr Ivanovich, please tell me
all the details related to your wife's demise.

This tragedy occurred almost a year ago.

On July 18.

Zizi and I returned from the ball
at Prince Gagarin's house.

Zizi was climbing the stairs to her bedroom

when she suddenly fell down.

I tried to help her, of course,
but it was too late.

The doctors said
it had been a heart attack.

But thankfully, she didn't suffer,
it happened instantaneously.

Instan--
- Glafira Karmanova.

Did she work for your wife at the time?
Was she in the house when it happened?

Yes, she did, yes. Yes.

I remember her running
to Zizi's scream.

Did your wife scream
when she fell on the staircase?

No.
We argued on our way back from the ball.

May I ask why?

Zizi...

thought that I had been staring too intently
at the ladies at that ball.

Which was absolutely not the case.
It wasn't true.

I swear.

Zizi just didn't feel well

those days and she took it out on me,
all the time.

So, your wife had been unwell
for some time by then, hadn't she?

Yes. For several days.

We were here in Zatonsk...

I mean, before she died.

It was I who insisted
on her coming along,

she didn't want to--

Why didn't she want to come?

Well, I don't know...

She didn't like coming here.

Anyway, I insisted. And it was here
that she felt unwell.

By the way, you can ask
Dr. Milz about it,

he can confirm it.
We had an appointment with him

and he recommended consulting a doctor
upon our return to St. Petersburg,

but she hated doc--
- Did Glafira accompany you on that trip?

She did. Zizi brought her along
everywhere.

But she didn't stay in the house
after your wife died, did she?

No. She chose to quit right away,
and I didn't try to hold her back

because I have no need for maids.

So I gave her money and, well--

- How much?
- How much what?

How much money did you give her?

Good god. I gave her 5,000.

Go on.

Right. I gave her the money
and let her go.

Are you always so generous with maids?

Glasha was mentioned in Zizi's will.

I knew about it and I paid her
from my own finances,

without waiting for the reading of
the last will and testament.

Thank you.

If I'm not mistaken, you always stay
in this house whenever you're in Zatonsk.

Yes, of course, always.

Why then did you choose to
rent a hotel room yesterday?

I arrived very late at night.

And, of course,
I didn't want to wake anybody.

The doorman and the desk clerk said
that you stepped out of the hotel at night.

Where did you go?

Where did I go?

Where did you go?

I did not go to Glafira's.

Am I asking where you did not go?

I asked, "Where did you go?"

Pyotr Ivanovich,
I suggest you answer.

Glafira Karmanova was murdered
during the time you weren't in the hotel.

Well?

Sadly, I can't answer this question.

Pyotr, you must answer this question.

I'm sorry, Viktor, gentlemen, I can't.

I can't.

I'm afraid in that case
we will have to arrest you.

Between arrest and
the loss of self-respect,

I choose arrest.

Well. I forbid you to leave town

and I recommend refraining from
any sort of outings.

I want to be sure you will stay in this house
whatever happens.

I'll write a letter of guarantee!

In that case, we'll take our leave.

So, Karmanova had money.

As it turns out.
But it wasn't found during the search.

Yakov Platonovich, I know you're hoping
that this is a murder for the purpose of robbery,

I would like to believe that myself.

However, facts are stubborn things.

I feel so bad for Anna Viktorovna.

Her father left the family,
her uncle is one foot in chains.

I wouldn't jump to conclusions.

His guilt hasn't been proven yet.

Of course.
I have to agree with you there.

The case requires careful examination.

But see for yourself:

Mr. Mironov's wife
didn't want to come to Zatonsk.

He insisted.

It's here in Zatonsk that she feels unwell
all of a sudden and dies.

And Karmanova is at her side all this time.

So, if Mironov... say, poisoned his wife,

or at least didn't offer her
assistance in time,

Karmanova knew about it.

I know what you're getting at.

He could have murdered the maid
because she was the only witness of his wife's death?

Or his accomplice.

You heard him: he paid 5,000
before the last will was read.

What if she found the amount insufficient
a year later and asked for more and--

Blackmail?

You're forgetting that Mr. Mironov
is very rich, it would have been easier for him to pay.

And you're forgetting that
he who spares the guilty threatens the innocent.

But you must admit it's odd

planning a murder and
staying in a hotel for all the world to see.

Nothing odd about it.
He counted on you thinking that.

Gentlemen, what's going on?

Where is Pyotr Ivanovich?

Please, tell me everything.

- We have questioned him and, unfortunately--
- Unfortunately?

Unfortunately, nobody can confirm his alibi
for the time of Karmanova's murder.

I didn't put your uncle under arrest.

He will stay in this house
on your father's guarantee.

Thank you, Yakov Platonovich.

Try to get him to share
where he was that night.

It's very important.

Yes, of course, I will talk to him.

No need to look at me like this.

No, I can't tell you where I was,
but it doesn't mean I'm a murderer.

Petya, you're being childish,
I swear to god!

Don't you understand that you must?

You must tell!

Your life depends on it!

Look, I don't get it!

How can you hide anything from the investigators
with a grave accusation like this!

There are... circumstances.

- What circumstances?!
- Uncle!

Mr. Korobeinikov says you're refusing
to tell the police where you spent last night.

What does it mean?

It means I'm refusing to tell the police
where I spent last night,

what's so hard to understand?

May I ask why?

Oh for goodness' sake, why?!
Probably some woman again!

Not some woman!
Not some woman!

A woman of... very high station.

So, you have decided not to put
Mr. Mironov under arrest, Yakov Platonovich.

I deemed it possible to let him stay
in his brother's house on his guarantee.

You mean you deemed it possible
not to follow the orders from St. Petersburg.

Exactly.
I deemed it possible.

Very well.
We can consider the formalities observed.

I asked you and you responded
that you had acted at your own discretion.

And I hope you have heard it all,
Anton Andreyevich.

Every word!

I'm sick, sick of trying to appeal
to your common sense!

You are no longer an authority for me
when it comes to common sense!

Let me remind you that--

that you abandoned the woman
who had devoted her whole life to you!

- Oh, that's how it is?!
- That's how it is!

- At least I didn't murder her!
- Don't!

- What?!
- You heard me!

What?!
Do you think I murdered Zizi?!

- Dad, Uncle, please, stop!
- D-do you thi--

You're saying horrible, abominable things
to each other!

Yes, Anna! You're right!

I think I'll go now.

And you-- remember
I have vouched for you

and be so kind as not to leave this house!

Rest assured, I won't leave this house!

DO YOU ALSO THINK--

I'm sorry.

Do you also think
I'm capable of murder?

I don't believe it for a second.

What a relief.

Not at all, my dear friend,
I don't doubt you for a second.

Masha! I'm leaving!

Great.
No need to tell me about it.

I just wanted to be proper.

Of course. Goodbye.

Where were we?
- Police abuse of power.

Well, gentlemen. I'm too old to
start a fight with St. Petersburg.

They will descend upon us like locust
and mess up all our paperwork!

They are good at that!

How shall we explain our willfulness?

As per the order,
we were to convoy Mironov

a-and... what's-her-name

- Karmanova.
- Karmanova! To St. Petersburg.

And what do we have now?

One is in a better world,

and the other is under house arrest...

Yakov Platonovich.

- Therefore, he can't be convoyed.
- Cannot be convoyed.

Moreover,

by my authority as a judicial investigator,
I prohibited Mr. Mironov

from moving around until the investigation
into Karmanova's murder has been concluded.

That's bold! Decisive!

Worthy of Suvorov.

That's right!
That'll show those big city buffoons!

Anton Andreyevich, I never said that.

I didn't hear anything.

I also believe it necessary
to request from St. Petersburg

all the case files related to the murder
of Mr. Mironov's wife,

as it may be connected to the murder
of her former maid.

Right, that'll show them some more!

That'll show them they're not
the only one who investigate!

We've been around the block as well!

I didn't quite catch it,
Nikolai Vasilievich.

There's some kind of buzzing in my ears.

That's blood pressure.
And you're still so young.

Well, sit down and write
the instructions.

In for a penny, in for a pound.
I'll sign it.

I find Mr. Shtolman's arguments
reasonable and noteworthy.

Yes, go on, write it down.

- Very wise, Nikolai Vasilievich.
- Yes.

But please, gentlemen,

find the murderer of that Karmanova.

Whether it's Mironov or someone else,
just find them.

I'll do my best.

Rest assured, Nikolai Vasilievich.

"R-E-A-S-O-N-A-B-L-E."

Uncle...

Could you tell Yakov Platonovich in private
where you were last night?

He can keep a secret.

I can't, Annette, I can't.

This is about the honor
of a highly respectable lady.

Am I correct in assuming that
the highly respectable lady has a husband?

You are remarkably astute.

Does she love you?

What kind of question is this?
Of course she does.

Tell me then...
should you face a real danger,

will she be able to confirm your alibi?

This is out of the question.
No way.

That's some strange love.

I'm telling you,
she is a highly respectable lady.

She can't abandon her family
because of a sudden blaze of passion.

This... will ruin her reputation,
as well as that of her husband.

Which may, in turn, shake
the foundations of society and

the foundations of the state itself.

What?

Uncle, is she the governor's wife?

Annette...

Hush, hush, please, not a word to anyone.

Even to your beloved Shtolman.

Uncle, but... she's not even attractive.

You're wrong about that.
You're so wrong.

But let's just leave it at that.

Can you explain something to me?

Did you find Zinaida Petrovna
attractive too?

No, I mean, of course, she was intelligent,

she was well-educated, very charming
and very... rich.

Still...

We... Zizi and I got along.
I miss her.

What if I told you that
she was my first love?

Maria Timofeyevna asked
to turn the music off.

You're disturbing her work.

We're disturbing her work.

Well, in that case...
we'll take a walk, Annette.

Why are you looking?

Why wouldn't we?

Curious, are you?

Curious is good, come on in.

Come in,
it's good that you're curious.

Come on, come on.

Tell me...

Did anyone visit Glafira?

A man or a girl friend?

No, no one, she lived alone.

What do you mean, alone?
Oh, you don't know!

There was one man, came by several times,
always at night, on the quiet.

Looked like a petty merchant
or maybe a steward.

And there was another one,
only came once.

All smooth, clean, properly combed and all.

And he smelled nice too.

- Smelled like what?
- Some kind of calone.

I could tell he's from the capital.

His shoes were too shiny.

Glafira wasn't so simple, was she.

You know, still waters run--

Don't say what you don't know
about the dead!

Maybe they came to her on business.

Of course on business.

Why else would a man come to see a broad
in the middle of the night if not on business?

Shut up!

Tell me, my dear...

Did anybody come last night?

Somebody did.

Only I didn't see which one.

How could you not?

How about you?
- No, I didn't see anyone.

I see.

Do you remember what time it was?

Can't say exactly,
but it was after midnight.

I was already in bed.

I knew it.

Then again, I didn't know anything.
Well...

Thank you.

Thank you for your vigilance.

Wrap it up and back to the precinct!

Zizi is from Zatonsk too,
and she grew up in these parts.

But then she moved to St. Petersburg
with her first husband,

Golovliov...

It was there, in the capital,
that she became a grand dame.

I first met her here.

In her parents' house,
at a children's ball.

Ah, those were the days...

She was so pretty...

So fresh, with such--

She was nineteen.
Only nineteen.

And I was... How old was I?

How old... I was nine.

But you know, we...
I sensed it back then already...

I'd even say realized
a woman's power to affect a man...

to rule over him, to submit him.

I was completely dazzled.

I lost my head, appetite and sleep.

And she was so distant,
beautiful and unapproachable.

What a romantic story.

And all of a sudden,
I meet her in St. Petersburg.

Much later, many years later.

Of course, she changed.

She was all grown up,
she was older but...

still as beautiful.

And I told myself, Pyotr,

you won't be you if this woman, this--

Annette, believe me,

her fortune meant nothing to me.

Nothing, I mean, absolutely nothing.

Of course, I never thought it did.

Look. Let's talk to Zizi herself.

She will definitely confirm
that I didn't murder her.

I was indeed sent for
to see Madame Mironova,

she had a heart attack.

So, you are sure it was her heart?

Can these symptoms indicate a poisoning?

We can assume anything,
for example, arsenic.

It causes convulsions and
respiratory distress,

which affects the heart function but

at that moment I had no reason
to assume it could be a poisoning.

So it is possible after all.

Thank you, Doctor.

Any time.
Always good to see you.

Zinaida Petrovna, show yourself to me.

Spirit of Zinaida Petrovna,
show yourself to me.

Well?

She won't come.

You have to try again.

She'll come, she will,
she'll come for sure.

Maybe she was already on her way
but paused to chat with someone.

Spirit of Zinaida Petrovna,
show yourself to me.

I'm telling you, it was the neighbors,
nobody else could--

What proof do you have?

Send tea to the office.

...nobody else could!
- What do you mean, nobody else?

- ...the fence is too high...
- ...how do you know...

...there's a loose board in their fence,
that's why they--

Glafira's neighbors said
two men had visited her.

One of them looked like
a merchant or a steward,

and the other one is a big city man,
wears shiny shoes and smells of cologne.

I see the words "Mr. Mironov"
glowing in your eyes.

I have nothing glowing in my eyes.

And you know what?
- What?

You are biased
and you don't notice the obvious.

Another dispatch from St. Petersburg.

They find our arguments convincing
and the case files are coming back to us.

By the way, the case was opened
on the application of the nephew of the deceased,

Golovliov, Vitaliy Grigoryevich.

And it says that Glafira Karmanova

personally told him
that she had witnessed the murder.

Why him of all people?

All I know is that--

Thank you.

All I know is that when Golovliov
found out the case was being handed over to us,

he immediately filed a complaint
with the minister himself.

What is he complaining about?

We'll find out later.

Well, this is it for today, gentlemen.

The case files will arrive tonight.

Goodbye.

Spirit of Zinaida Petrovna,
show yourself to me.

Spirit... Uncle, she won't come,
I don't know why, but she just won't.

Zizi couldn't stand... lies.

Whenever I lied to her...

even if it was something tiny,

she would find out and then
she could stop talking to me for a whole week.

You lied to her about something.

I told you her fortune
didn't mean anything to me.

Of course, it did.

But not much.

It wasn't the most important thing,
it wasn't.

Good evening, Zinaida Petrovna.

FIVE SPICES

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