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Mother!

Help...

Vanya! Vanyusha!

My boy!

I'm coming!
Where are you?

What is it, mother, a bad dream again?

Vanyusha...

Oh, Mother...

It's the nerves. Mother...

Here, have some motherwort tincture.

Go on.
- Vanyusha...

He wants to tell me something important.

He's been coming to me in my dreams
for a month now.

The doctor has been gone more than a year now.

You should calm down, stop torturing yourself.

Get the dress ready, I'm going to town.

Perhaps she'll agree to see me.

Who?

Someone who'll talk to Ivan for me.

- Anna Viktorovna, please, speak.
- Me?

Episode 7
THE DOCTOR'S NOTES

Come on, what would I say?

Anything you like.

Your great-grandchildren
will hear your voice someday.

Today is June 6, 1894.

The weather is beautiful,
and Andrey Petrovich and I are recording voices.

Today is June 6...
- Oh my God! Is that my voice?

It sounds so unpleasant.

What are you saying?
You have a beautiful voice.

It just sounds like this the first time.

Good day.

Can I see Anna Mironova?
- It's me.

How fortunate that you're here.

I have come on business.

A special sort of business.
I hear you got your gift back.

Don't deny me.
Help me speak to my son.

Excuse me, but I have long stopped
providing this sort of services.

Please, I'm begging you,
he has no one else but me

he's trying to tell me something very important,
I'm certain of it.

Anna Viktorovna... help me.

All right.

Go inside, please.

Andrey Petrovich, I'm sorry,
I must leave you briefly.

As you wish.

Today is June 6...

My son Ivan Glebov served
as a country doctor.

Last autumn, he went to see a patient
in the neighboring village

and never came back.

His carriage and horses were found
in the field two days later.

But they found Vanechka only in the spring,
when the snow melted.

You have my sympathy.
It's horrible to lose your only child.

Thank you, but I have already
cried all my tears.

Only it's been a month since Vanechka
started coming to me every night.

- Coming?
- In my dreams.

It's as if he wants to tell me
something very important.

He calls out to me: "Mother, mother..."

I'm afraid that my Vanechka
didn't die on his own.

He was murdered.

And until I find who did it,
his soul won't know peace.

All right. I'll try to help you.

Spirit of Ivan, show yourself to me.

Spirit of Ivan, show yourself to me.

Spirit of Ivan Glebov, show yourself to me.

Is he here?

Yes, he is here.

What?

What is he telling you?

Does your son have children?

No. Vanechka's wife died,
and they didn't have children.

He never got over her death,
working hard to chase his grief away.

He was rocking a baby.

Then he took a thread and started sewing.
A long thread...

Wherever the needle goes,
the thread follows.

Of course...

Oh, how silly of me!
It's so late, I should go home.

I'm sorry I couldn't tell you more.

No, my angel, you've been a great help.
God bless you.

Andrey Petrovich...

Say no more, I get it.
I can keep a secret.

I think it's no longer a secret to anyone.

How did it go, Mother?
Has she told you anything about the doctor?

No, she told me nothing.

You should eat something, Mother,
you need your strength.

I know, silly girl, stop buzzing in my ear.

A messenger came half an hour ago.
Madame Samsonova sent for you.

Why didn't you tell me right away?

I have something to do first.

- Where are you going in such a hurry?
- I'm busy, Masha, I'm busy!

Will you at least tell me
what you're busy with?

Viktor, you're always leaving.

You've become secretive
and you pay me no attention whatsoever.

Why are you being like this?

You're always exaggerating.

I just have an urgent business in town.

You're a modern woman now,
working with Rebushinsky.

I must understand me better now.

On the problems of a modern woman...

She must have fallen.

- No way, she jumped herself!
- Or someone helped her...

After the doctor died,
the widow lost her mind!

Back off! Nothing to stare at here!

- Clean the lens!
- Yes, sir.

Take one from that side,
and the purse too, don't forget.

Very good.

- Is this the same one?
- Yes, it's still operational.

- Where do you get the chemicals?
- I have them delivered from Petersburg.

Good to see you, Anton Andreyevich.

I only wish it were
under more pleasant circumstances.

Well, we never meet any other way.

Now from that side.

Who is she?
Have you identified her?

Antonina Glebova.

Married?

No. Widowed.
Has a son, Ivan Glebov, a country doctor.

We should interview him.

That would be great but

he was killed in an accident a year ago.

His horses bolted and...

This doesn't look like a suicide.

It doesn't.

The body has to be sent to Dr. Milz urgently.

What's the hurry now?

Well, it's clear as day.

It was Mironova, she sent her to the grave.

Who?

Agafia, Glebova's maid, said that

her mistress had gone to see her,
that witch Anna.

There, it's not been three hours since.

The police will figure it out.

I suggest you don't spread rumors.

I'm sure Anna Viktorovna
has nothing to do with this.

Good day, Anna Viktorovna.

Good day, Yakov Platonovich.
Has something happened?

Yes, unfortunately.

Tell me: have you met with
Antonina Glebova today?

Yes. How did you know?

Boil this.

Her body was found outside the village,
on the slope, a couple of hours ago.

It's either an accident
or she was pushed.

Why did she come to you?

She asked for my help,
wanted to talk to her son.

Did you help her?

I did.

Anna Viktorovna, you have to be careful.

You don't know who can come
to you with this kind of request.

You shouldn't help just anyone.

You know, Yakov Platonovich,
I'll decide whom I should or shouldn't help.

Oh God, why did I let her go?

She was so... so agitated...

Don't blame yourself.
It's not your fault.

Please, don't go around town
on your own at least for today.

Is anyone walking you home?

Yes. Andrey Petrovich... Kliuyev.

I have nothing to worry about then.

Goodbye.

Hello, lad.
Do you work here?

I used to. In widow Glebova's household,
may she rest in peace.

- How long?
- Almost two years.

So you were here when her son went missing?

I was, sir.
Madame Glebova grieved so much.

At first she hoped he'd come back.

And when they found the body in the spring,
she wailed almost every night.

Now the doctor's study is like a museum.

Everything just as it was
when he was alive.

She warned us to never go in there.

Agafia disobeyed once,
and she almost kicked her out.

Who is Agafia?

The maid. There's two of us here.

I see.

- Yes?
- I'm not disturbing you, am I, Aleksandr Franzevich?

Hello, Anton Andreyevich,
always glad to see you.

Were you able to establish the time of death?

Based on the clotted blood,
I suppose about 3-4 hours ago.

And the biggest question that bothers me:

did she do it herself
or did someone help her?

Please. Come, come closer.
Look here.

Can you see this wound?

This hematoma indicates that most likely
she got a blow to the head from the right

with a blunt oblong object.

Because if she had just fallen
and hit her head on a flat rock

the nature of the wound would be completely different.

So it was a murder.

No doubt.

Oh Mother, Mother,
God rest her soul.

She did go to see that girl.

I knew in my heart it was bad luck...
And it was.

Are you talking about Anna Mironova?

She has nothing to do with this,
so please, don't spread rumors.

When did you last see your mistress?

Lunch time. She went to the Samsonovs after.

Do you know why?

She was the young lady's housekeeper.

And where were you at that time?

Here, where else?
Working around the house.

Mother usually came back by seven.

I made dinner, put the samovar on,
and she still wasn't coming.

And then people came and said
they'd found her.

Can I see the doctor's study?

Our doctor was the best.
Everybody in the county loved him.

Even patients from the governorate
would come to see him.

Everything here is exactly
as when he was alive.

Mother cherished his memory.

I assume the mother and the son
were very devoted to each other.

However, the doctor was single... and young.

Perhaps he had love interests?

Ivan Ivanovich was a decent man.

He was busy saving people's lives
and had no time for affairs.

How do you know that?

Me? Well, he asked me to help.

I would boil his tools.
I didn't see anything.

He was either with his patients or here.
This is his life, it's all here.

Well, thank you.
You can go, I'll look around a little more.

Glebov I.I.
Private practice

You haven't told him about
your hanky-panky with the doctor.

Shut up. Keep your nose
out of other people's business.

If you blab, I'll destroy you!
- All right, stop bullying me!

Keep your mouth shut, brat.

Or you'll be begging in the streets, got it?
- Yes.

Spirit of Antonina Glebova, show yourself.

Spirit of Antonina Glebova, show yourself.

Spirit of Antoni--

D'or.

Gold.

Milz confirmed that the widow
died a violent death.

She was hit on the head and
thrown into the ravine

to make us think it was a suicide.

- Sounds like it.
- Yes.

Come in!

Finally! How long does it take
to fix one lamp?

Let there be light.
Thank you!

Let there be light.

I asked the neighbors...

Glebova didn't bother anyone,
she had no debt, and, in fact, no enemies.

It's hard to imagine that someone
might have had a motive to kill her.

Were you able to find anything?

The maid and the house boy say that Glebova
went to the Samsonovs after lunch.

I also examined the doctor's study...

The scalpel is missing from the toolkit.

But the doctor could have lost it himself.

Unlikely. The room is in perfect order

and, according to the servants, Glebova

didn't let anyone into her son's room.

Damned electricity.

So, you think it was she who took the scalpel?

I can't rule it out.

She went to see Anna Viktorovna today
and asked for her help to speak with her dead son.

I have heard that.
Everybody's gossiping already.

Anna Viktorovna told her
that her son had been murdered.

The widow possibly realized who the murderer was
and went to get her revenge.

But no one else has been killed yet...
Thank God.

I hope so too.

And look: the doctor was found in early spring,
the body was in a terrible state.

But he had an oblong-shaped hematoma
on his head.

- Like the widow?
- Exactly.

They thought then was that he hit his head
when he fell into the ravine.

But if we assume that he was murdered and
the widow figured it out and went to avenge him...

...then the murderer could dispatch her too.

We should go to the Samsonovs tomorrow.
Perhaps they'll shed some light on this obscure case.

Anna, I'm so glad to see you!

Hello, Polina.

I was just passing by and I thought
I'd see how you were doing.

Thank you. All is well.

Your book was just delivered this morning.

Oh? What book?

This one.

Oh, I've already forgotten.

The Encyclopeadia of Heresies and Dangerous Cults.

How much do I owe you?

Absolutely free of charge.

But should I want to talk to my late grandfather,
you'll help me out, won't you?

Forgive me. I didn't mean to offend you.

It's just it's the talk of the town
and I believe in these things.

I understand. I just feel awkward
every time someone mentions...

your fantastic gift?

Yes, I understand and I promise
to never ask these questions again.

Unless you feel like talking about it.

It's just so terribly fascinating to know
what things are like in the afterlife.

I'm afraid I wouldn't be able
to tell you anything.

Really? But you could ask them anything.

I feel there are questions
one shouldn't ask.

So how much do I owe you for this?

2 roubles 45 kopeks.

Once again, I'm sorry,
I'm terribly embarrassed.

I would hate to lose your goodwill.

I'm sorry too.

I promise not to hold a grudge
and to come back soon.

Yes. You can tell me
how you liked the book then.

I flipped through it,
and I think it's very curious.

Good day, Anna Viktorovna.
Are you in a hurry?

You guessed right. I am.

What's that tome you have there?

You must be well familiar with this tome.

You talk in riddles. Unfortunately,
I don't have your extraordinary gift.

Therefore, I can't answer
unless you show me the book.

I am in a hurry. Some other time.

That's too bad.
I'm going to the Samsonovs' estate now.

Widow Glebova worked as their housekeeper and
was in their house shortly before her death.

Who is that Samsonov?
I haven't heard of him before.

He owns gold mines.
Recently moved here from Yeniseysk Governorate.

Gold...

His wife, Anastasia Petrovna, nee Fomina,
married well, for a tailor's daughter.

A tailor... Wherever the needle goes,
the thread follows.

Yakov Platonovich, could you wait for me?

I'll ask for Dr. Milz's permission
and go with you.

Of course.
I'll be waiting for you in the garden.

Dear Maria Timofeyevna, this is brilliant.
Brilliant!

Sincere, scandalous, novel.

You've painted a perfect picture
of the boredom of family life

alienation of affections in a married couple

the lack of possibilities for a woman to find
a useful occupation because of social prejudice.

But, Maria Timofeyevna, be prepared.

You will be the focus of attacks
of all advocates of patriarchy.

Let them attack.
A fight is better than boredom.

I concur.

And trust me, we will fight together.

I won't let them hurt you.

So you agree with me that a modern woman
needs an occupation?

Maria Timofeyevna, I'll confess:

if I had to spend my days
cooking and looking after children

it wouldn't take me long to lose my mind!

So you were never married,
Aleksey Yegorovich?

No, I'm not predisposed
to domesticity.

I need a vast field of activity,
freedom, flight, inspiration!

Too bad. I think you would make
an amusing husband.

What?

I meant not boring.

Who knows, dearest Maria Timofeyevna?
Who knows?

It was you who offered the job
to Madame Glebova, wasn't it?

I felt sorry for her after the doctor died.

She was left all alone, poor woman,
and without a livelihood too.

Did you know the doctor?

Of course.

He often visited us
when I still lived in my father's house.

Were he and your father friends?

Not exactly. If someone would get sick,
we would always send for him.

He was an excellent doctor,
he could cure any illness.

Nastenka!
Dear heart, I'm home!

I see we have guests.

Shtolman, Yakov Platonovich,
judicial investigator.

This is my assistant,
Anna Viktorovna Mironova.

We are here regarding the case
of Madame Glebova.

Her body was found yesterday,
in the ravine, not far from your house.

Good Lord, what a tragedy.

That poor woman, first her son, now herself.

Please, sit down.

I know she helped you around the house.
Were you happy with her work?

A nice woman.

But as a housekeeper... too slow.

I kept her only for Nastenka's sake.

My Nastenka has such a soft heart.

Odd. Anastasia Samsonova
doesn't love her husband at all.

She can barely stand him.

But he seems such a gentle man.

Appearances can be deceptive,
Anna Viktorovna.

Why did she need this marriage then?
Could it be because of money?

Many would find this reason sufficient.

Anastasia Petrovna says that the doctor
was a frequent visitor in her father's house.

He lives nearby, outside the village,
let's pay him a visit.

Anastasia's father...

Do you think he might know something?

Sometimes patients know more about their doctors
than doctors know about them.

And criminals about detective?

Say, my good man,
is this Pyotr Gavrilovich Fomin's house?

That's right, sir, it is.

Are your neighbors then?

I used to be his coachman.

He's been having many guests lately.

Who else came to see him?
Not Antonina Glebova by any chance?

I don't know anything.

Your eyes are saying you do
but don't want to tell.

She did drop by.

They argued about something.

You could hear the yelling even in the stables.

What did they argue about?

I don't know.
I don't eavesdrop.

And then?

And then she stormed out,
all furious, and left.

- You're sure she left?
- I am, I saw it with my own eyes.

Where did you get this?

I injured it fixing a wheel.

How could I not remember the doctor?
I do.

An outstanding lad.

Did you know he studied in Petersburg?
He was brilliant.

He could stay in the capital
but chose to return to his hometown.

He was too grand for this small place.

I offered him to open a clinic of his own.

All of the governorate would have come to see him.

He kept refusing. Modest he was.

That's the main problem
of a kind soul.

Modesty.

While the scum of the earth push forward,
noble people fall behind.

It's stuffy in here.
I'm going to get some air.

Maybe some bitter, dear?
You'll feel better in no time.

I'd rather take a little walk.

Fancy.

Is this your baby?

Or did you help bring it into the world?

Oh, ma'am, you can't be here.

You're not his mother, are you?

Did Madame Glebova,
the late doctor's mother

come to see you yesterday?

Came and went.

She has no business being here.

I hear you had a disagreement.

Kolka. My apprentice, he told you, right?

The rascal, I should give him the boot.

What did you disagree about?

She asked for money. I said no.

She started crying.

Brought up the doctor
and how much he'd helped us...

Am I rich, though?

I barely make ends meet myself.

So I kicked her out.

And by the way,
Kolka saw her walking out of here.

I believe you make a living
as a tailor?

I take fewer orders now.

Thankfully, my son-in-law helps me out
financially.

Pyotr Gavrilovich, sorry.
I got the wrong door.

Is that your son there?
With the nanny?

Did you forget?

No.

It's my Kolka's kid.

Got one on the side, that scamp!

The mother... died.

Well, Kolka begged on his knees
to let him keep it here.

I'll work twice as hard, he says,
just let the kid stay.

I said yes.
I'm human too, aren't I.

Kolka, your apprentice?

Yes. That's right. Yes, sir.

Ask him yourself.

We will.

Thank you, Mr. Fomin.

The apprentice confirmed it was his child but

he had to think before
he gave the name and the surname.

He's covering for his master?
But why would Fomin lie?

He's a widower, he could've acknowledged the kid
and no one would have judged him.

According to Anna Viktorovna,
the baby lives with a nanny, not with the mother.

Then the mother died, didn't she?

Glebov was the Fomins' family doctor.

Perhaps he was delivering the baby
and something went wrong.

Then Fomin could blame the doctor
and decide to get his revenge.

There's your motive.

They say the doctor was meticulous.

He wrote down all of his patients' names
and updated the records religiously.

Let's go to Glebova's house.

- Right now?
- Immediately.

I'll be right back.
Faster than the wind!

- Uncle.
- Annette.

Reading, are you?

I found a medical journal of yours.
Fascinating.

Where did the flowers come from?

Andrey Petrovich sent them for you
a couple of hours ago.

How sweet.

He seems quite taken with you.

And you seem quite taken with medicine.
Since when?

You know, Annette, a long time ago,
in Baden-Baden

a young woman's heart stopped

and the doctor who rushed to her side,
gave her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

I knew right then
that it was the noblest profession.

And now I'm thinking maybe I should
take some medical classes...

Pyotr Ivanovich... I'm afraid
you'll get bored in a week.

Why so? It's so interesting.

After all, one should engage in a meaningful
occupation, why not this one?

You should find something else.

Such as?

Good night.

Here's more.

Tea, gentlemen?

- No, thank you.
- I would love some.

Anton Andreyevich, we need to look through
the records of all women who gave birth in the last year and a half.

If the baby is over a year old

then the birth had to take place
just before the doctor's death.

An ingenious conclusion.

Gentlemen, let me help you!

Nobody knows what's where
better I do.

What records do you want?

I am such a klutz!
I'll clean this up right away.

Please, wait for us in the living room.

All right.

PATIENT RECORD
Baranova, Akulina, b. July 25, 1860

I can't believe it.
Yakov Platonovich, I think I found it.

Akulina Baranova.

Could she be the wife of that coachman Baranov,
who lives next to Fomin?

She is.

She passed 14 months ago...

Massive bleeding.

Come on, let's go.

Well, gentlemen did you find
what you were looking for?

We found something.

No one is to enter the doctor's study
or touch anything there!

As you wish.

Hey, brat!
Come here and help me, it's urgent.

What do you want?

Let's go.

Let's clean up the doctor's study.

But the detective said not to touch anything.

Yes, keep listening to strangers.

Baranova died two weeks before
the doctor went missing.

It fits.

Baranov is a coachman, a big man

It would take him a single punch
to kill the doctor.

He has firsthand knowledge of the local roads and

could easily catch up with a carriage in a snowstorm.

Do you think he also killed Glebova?

Possibly. I saw a scar on his hand
that looked like a scalpel cut.

And we also know that Glebova came
to Fomin that evening.

Baranov lives nearby, so he could have seen
and known where she headed next.

You're here?

What happened?

I don't understand!

Run. Hurry.

Where?

My house.

Look what they're writing. Look:

one young lady failed to give her husband

an heir in the three years of marriage

and came to Professor Knapp...

Where are you going?

To the late Glebova's house.

I'm going with you.
Just let me get dressed.

Good evening.

It's almost night, sir.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Is late Akulina your wife?

She is. She died in childbirth,
God rest her soul.

You will have to come with us.

What for?

Don't resist,
or we'll have to use force.

Yakov Plat-- Yakov Platonovich!

Yakov Platonovich, kindly explain
what's going on!

Your coachman is a suspect
in the murders of the doctor and his mother.

Detained pending further investigation.

How is it? Why would he?

Did you see Mr. Baranov the night before last

when the widow Glebova came to visit you?

Right... He wasn't in!

I wanted to go see my daughter and

I thought I'd ask him to take me.

I knock and I knock and nothing!

He wasn't there?

What are you saying, you windbag!

I was at home, you never knocked!

You bastard!

Are you going to badmouth me?

Just a moment. Right. Kolka.
Kolka! Come here.

Yes, Pyotr Gavrilovich?

Tell them: who's right,
me or Shaggy over there?

I knocked on his door the night before last.
He wouldn't answer.

Remember that?
- How could I not? I do!

So you confirm my words?

I guess I do.

Take him to the precinct.

Move!

Fire!

Fire?
- Stop, stop!

Annette! Annette, where are you going?!
Don't! Don't go there on your own!

We need to send for the fire brigade!

What are you doing?!

THE DOCTOR'S NOTES

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