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EPISODE 12
THE FAIR GYPSY

You'll have to come to the precinct
with us as well.

Why?

Because you were the one who found
traces of crime in the steward's annex.

No! No, Kiryusha, my boy,
this can't be, no!

Mom, don't cry.
At any rate, Makarov got what he deserved.

Stop, stop! No!

Seryozha, Seryozha, do something,
don't just stand there!

My son... My son, a murderer?

Anna... Anna, please, summon him,
summon his spirit!

Makarov?

Yes! Let him say it,
let him confirm Kiryusha didn't murder him!

- Zhenechka, stop it, come!
- Please...

Yevgenia. I'll help you.

Anna Viktorovna!

May I speak with you alone?

Well, what do you have?

Nothing! The current
could have taken it farther down.

Go on then, the order was to find it.

Anna Viktorovna, please,
go home immediately.

This is a second murder in two days.

But you have already arrested the murderer?

Makarov's murderer--not his wife's.

Go home.

I saw her.

And?

I think she and the lieutenant
did love each other.

But she was adamant that
he shouldn't avenge her death.

Are you going home or not?

You saw how distressed
Madame Filimonova was.

I promised to try and help her.

Then please be careful.

And should the spirit you summon
tell you anything interesting--

I will make sure to inform you with a note.

Goodbye, Anna Viktorovna.

Goodbye, Yakov Platonovich.

And don't go for a walk on your own.

Good day.

As the chairperson of the
Town Council of Free Women

I would like to express
my highest regard for you.

What council?

We, women, are against male oppression.

For centuries, we have been kept
in the position of servants.

Excuse me, but a servant
is exactly what I am looking for.

You and I will get your husband
accustomed to useful labor.

I admire your talent.

I look forward to your column every week.

I read and reread it religiously...

I will help you set up a literary salon.

You will read prose, I poetry.

You write poetry?

Do you want me to recite some for you?

My husband, devil take him...

caused me so much suffering that

that I nearly killed myself.

Dear God.

You should definitely write about it.

Good day.

Are you a writer too?

Oh no, ma'am.
I would like to be your house maid.

Lukeria told me you had a vacancy.

She works for the Litvinovs.

Have you ever worked as a house maid?

About ten years.

Tell me, are there many applicants
left out there?

About ten.

Could you--

Send them off, ma'am?

As you wish.

Get out, all of you!
- Excuse me, I would like to--

You, do you need a separate invitation or what?

They're all gone, ma'am.

Thank you.
When can you start?

Now, if you like.

Go ahead.

- Will you let me try?
- No.

You're a good shot.

My father taught me.

Show me the gun.

No touching.

Yeah, right.

That's the one.

Smith & Vesson.

What do you mean, that's the one?

How do you know?

When did you last see Mr. Filimonov?

Yesterday evening.
He was very worried.

Worried? Why?

It's obvious.

Kiryukha had a thing going with the woman.

Of course, she welcomed it.
Money, you know.

I know the type, gold-diggers, pish!
Lord, forgive me.

So she liked money...

What do you think, sir?

Do you think she married
Aleksey Petrovich for love?

She got all his wages, a place to live.

And then she had her sights set
on the young master.

I see. What happened this morning?

I went to check on Aleksey Petrovich
early in the morning.

The door was open.

So I walked in.

And there was lots of blood on the floor.

I ran to the master,
and he sent for the police.

All right, go back to the estate
and not a step outside.

Yes, sir.

Please, Anna Viktorovna,
do your best--

Yevgenia Arnoldovna, please.
I need some quiet.

Yes, of course.

Spirit of Aleksey Makarov, show yourself.

Spirit of Aleksey Makarov, show yourself.

- Spirit--
- Well? How much longer?

It's here. But it's not Makarov.

Who then?

A woman.

A gypsy woman.
She is looking at you oddly.

As if she is angry with you.

A gypsy? Nadezhda?

No. Much older.

This is ridiculous.

I turned to you in my weak moment

and now I can see you
nothing but a charlatan.

What?

Goodbye, Mademoiselle.

Who are you? Do you know
who murdered Makarov?

Where is his body?

Or is he alive?
(Alive... alive... alive...)

Kirill Filimonov has been arrested.

But I don't believe it, he couldn't have.
(Couldn't... couldn't... couldn't...)

Tell me: who murdered Nadezhda?

Who, if not the husband, who if not him?
(Not him... not him... not him...)

I don't understand.

You're dancing like Nadezhda.

You are her mother.
(Mother... mother... mother...)

Why won't you help another mother?

Madame Filimonova.

You still don't remember anything from last night?

I remember sitting in the park...

in the gazebo, drinking until midnight.
And then--

And then, judging by the blood stains
on your clothes,

you found Mr. Makarov and chopped him up.

But where did you hide the body?

I don't remember anything.

What makes you so sure
he was the one who killed his wife?

Nadezhda loved me, not him.

We were having an affair.

We were going to move to Moscow soon
and live there together.

And you believe Mr. Makarov
found out about your plan?

I don't know. I don't care.

When did you return to Zatonsk?

The day before she was killed.

We were supposed to meet at the hotel...

I waited for her but... she never came.

And then I heard what had happened.

So, you were in town

when your lover was murdered, right?

You don't think I murdered him, do you?

All witness testimony and evidence
are against you.

So, you have sealed your fate yourself.

Take heart, sir.
Take him away.

Even if I did murder Makarov,
I don't regret it.

Sir, if someone took the woman your love
away from you, wouldn't you avenge her?

Wouldn't you accept penal labor in exile
with relief and a satisfaction of a duty fulfilled?

Where are you, my sweet Pierre?
I've been looking all over for you.

How is it possible?

Could I have been so blind?

You enchanted me, I--

I almost loved you.

What are you talking about?

Ariadna...

Could it be that these pretty eyes,

this gentle smile

have been hiding a horrible vice
all along?

Is it true?

I think I get it.

You must think me a wicked,
fallen woman now.

All because I have given in to your passion.

This is so very despicable of you, sir.

Frailty, thy name is woman...

- Pyotr Ivanovich.
- Annette.

Has something happened?
Your lady has fled almost in tears.

Annette. I think I got myself tangled
in a very tricky situation.

Do you have genuine feelings for her?

I see, I see. You're just scared.

Scared of getting attached.

For the first time, you have felt
something real for her

and decided it would be best
to chase her away, to hurt her.

Men do this a lot.
- Annette.

In Ariadna's bedroom,

I found earrings. The earrings that
belonged to the late Nadezhda.

Do you think she could have done it?

I don't know. But if it was her,
it means she did it twice?

Uncle, I'm sorry, but we have to
tell the police right away.

No, no, please, let's not.

Someone may have planted those earrings on her.
It's possible.

We can't rule this out.

Be it as it may, the very thought
of that delicate creature

being involved in a double murder...

is unbearable.

You're wasting your time.

I'm not going to tell you anything.

Your father is missing, possibly dead.

The body hasn't been found yet,
but it's a matter of time.

You can't hurt him now,
but you can help.

Help us find out what happened
on that unfortunate night.

This is for the court.

For the court to have a clear, full picture.

Without it, I'm afraid,
your father's murderer

will try to get away with this crime.

Do you understand?

What do I have to do?

Tell us how and where
you found the revolver.

I wanted to watch the fireworks so much

but Father said no.

I sat in my room

and couldn't see anything from there.

So I decided to go downstairs, quietly,

while there wasn't anybody inside.

Nadya...

Help...

Help!

She tormented Father...
She didn't love him.

She was cheating on him
with Kirill Sergeyevich.

And Dad... he suffered.
So much.

I hated her!

I wanted her to die!

Dad shot her because
he couldn't take it any longer.

So, why did you take the revolver?

I thought if it wasn't found,
it would be difficult to prove.

Was it you who took the earrings?

What earrings?

She was wearing expensive earrings that night,
your father's gift.

No, I didn't see them.

I didn't take them.

If not you, then who?

I don't know.

I have told you everything.

Well, Yakov Platonovich, I think
the picture is clear now.

Makarov found out his wife
was going to leave him

and played the part of Karandyshev.

What?

If I can't have you, no one can!

- Ostrovsky.
- Yes.

I don't understand why
he didn't get rid of the body

but called for help right
after he murdered her.

You saw him weeping at the crime scene...

I think he saw what he had done
and repented instantly.

Makarov doesn't look like
a cold-blooded murderer,

more like a husband mad with grief.

Like Othello.

- Shakespeare.
- Yes.

That is, of course, if Kolka didn't lie.

No, looks like he was telling the truth.

It fully supports my hypothesis.

Makarov didn't try to get rid of
the murder weapon,

he left the gun lying on the floor.

Imagining a murder is one thing,
committing it is quite another.

Take Lieutenant Filimonov.

I'm sure that had he been sober,
he wouldn't have killed Makarov.

Well, we never found his body.
Just like his dead wife's earrings.

Good evening. Or rather, night.

I'm sorry,
I was held up at the precinct.

I don't understand why you
wanted to meet so urgently.

I had an idea.

I don't question your words,
but tell me:

has it ever occurred to you
that we may have been fooled?

You mean...

Perhaps, while you and I sit here in Zatonsk,

the apocalypse is about to happen
somewhere else entirely.

It has been three months.

He most definitely told me
that he was going to Zatonsk

and that he needed that person
you know very well.

But what does he need her for?

That I don't know.

I'm going to wait for a couple more weeks

and inform the guard department

that we may be in a dark room
looking for a black cat that isn't there.

You're quoting Confucius?

Well, you'd better be careful,
this may be exactly his goal.

What, Confucius?

You believing he isn't here
and leaving.

Who's there?

It's me, Pierre.

Ah, my sweet Pierre...

I'm so happy to see you!

I'm so happy to see you!

Forgive my suspicions, I was so wrong,
I'm sorry...

Ariadna, we need to talk.
We have to.

Not now, later. I have missed you.
I have missed you so much... Later.

I want to hear the whole truth about--

These are the clothes, these are the bills...
Here, take the money.

Who's there?

Mr. Makarov, it's you!

Stop! Stop! Stop him!

Help!

Annette.

What I love about you, Uncle,

is your ability to be at the right place
at the right time.

Fancy meeting you here, Mr. Makarov.

Yakov Platonovich!

Yakov Platonovich,
finally I've found you.

A message for you from the Filimonovs' house.

Thank you.

Yakov Platonovich, Makarov was caught here last night.
He was not alone. I did not see that man's face
but he hurt his leg running away.
Anna

Search the footman's room.

I did not expect to see you alive again,
and yet you have miraculously risen from the dead.

Would you mind explaining the nature
of this mysterious phenomenon?

He's alive!

Nobody murdered him,
you must release my son immediately!

Please, calm down, ma'am.

Your son will return home very soon.

But now, if you excuse me, I need to
question Mr. Makarov.

Excuse me.

Why did you stage your death?

What else was I supposed to do?

Everything was against me.

Would you believe me if I told you
I hadn't killed Nadya?

You didn't think your son murdered her, did you?

Kolya had nothing to do with it.

Why then did you report him missing
only on the following day?

Tell you what, I'll confess everything.

Just leave my son out of it.

Mr. Makarov, your son
didn't murder Nadezhda.

Then who did?

Here, sir, just as you assumed,
he pretended to be ill.

We found torn trousers with leaves and dirt
on them in his chest of drawers.

Yegor? But why?

He came up with this, his idea.

He said we should make it look
like I've been killed.

Can't punish a dead man.

So it was you! It's all your fault!

I smeared pig blood on the floor...

I didn't take any clothes,
I thought I'd come back here later.

And here I am, back here, as you see.

You stained Kirill Sergeyevich's
clothes with blood

when he was asleep drunk in his room.

And it was you who planted
the knife on him, too.

Yes, it was me.

Only it was Aleksey Petrovich
who came up with this.

Setting the young master up...

Because I hate him!

He... seduced my Nadya.

But I remember you, dear friend,
not giving her any peace either!

She came to me complaining
about 5 months ago!

Complaining, her?

She didn't complain about fooling around
with the young master, did she?

You!

Sergei Yevgrafovich, don't. Don't.

No need.
He will get what he deserves.

I will, yes, I will.

It's all because of you, you fool!

I told you you shouldn't come back!

Now we're going to rattle
our chains together.

Take them both away.

What about my son?
When will you let him go?

I'll give the order
as soon as we're back at the precinct.

Mr. Shtolman. Mr. Korobeinikov.

Do us the honor of having breakfast with us.

My son is acquitted!

I'm so happy! Please, don't say no.

We can't take all the credit.
You should thank Anna Viktorovna.

Of course, she will have
breakfast with us as well! Come!

With great pleasure.

They may say that a hungry wolf
is stronger than a satisfied dog,

but, you know, Yakov Platonovich,
with this case,

I haven't eaten properly in two days

and I haven't slept at all.

Send a note with an officer,

tell them to release the lieutenant.

Will do.

Thank you for the invitation.

Champagne!

I'll go to town too,
I want to see my son!

Gentlemen, take your time,
we'll join you at breakfast.

Allow me.

Anna Viktorovna.

Yes, please.

- I know what you're hiding in your boudoir.
- What do you mean?

You should confess right now.

Ladies and gentlemen.

I cannot thank dearest Anna Viktorovna enough...

But I am curious...

What made you go into the woods,
at night?

I suppose it was some spirit
that beckoned you there?

You're right. It was the spirit
of Rada, Nadezhda's mother.

Rada?

Are you sure you're not mistaken?

No, I knew right away
they were mother and daughter.

They look very much alike.

Yes, yes, yes, Rada, Rada, Rada...

She woke you and led you into the woods...

Extraordinary...

So, she came from beyond the grave
to save my son

and I couldn't save her daughter...

Sergei Yevgrafovich, it wasn't your fault.

No! It was, it was my fault,
and my wife is right,

I don't see what's right there under my nose...

How could I not see for so long

that Kirill and Nadezhda were having an affair?

But if it wasn't Makarov who killed her,
then who?

Ariadna Arkadyevna, I cannot
carry this burden any longer.

Please excuse me.

Yakov Platonovich,
in Ariadna Arkadyevna's room...

in a jar of face powder,
I found the victim's earrings.

Pierre... Pierre, how could you?

You... you put it there!

Second floor, third door on the left.

I found those earrings yesterday morning.

I didn't tell anyone.

I believe they are still there.

Is this true?

Did you kill Madame Makarova?

Yakov Platonovich...

No... No, I didn't kill anyone!

I only took the earrings...

She was dead,
she didn't need them anymore!

So, you were in the annex that night.

Why didn't you mention this before?

When was that?

During the fireworks...

I was passing by...
she was lying on the floor, and I--

I came in and she was dying,
it was too late to save her...

I confess, I was tempted,
but the earrings, they were so beautiful!

Why did you go there in the first place?

Because my cousin suffers from kleptomania,
Mr. Shtolman.

Zhenya!

Regrettable as it is.

Many of my acquaintances complained to me

that they were missing small valuables
after our visits.

So I stopped taking her with me.

Cufflinks.

I didn't steal anything from you!

True, you still have some scruples left.

Forgive me, ladies and gentlemen,
I'm sorry!

I only stole from those
who could afford being stolen from!

They didn't become poor
without their trinkets!

Ariadna Arkadyevna...

Please, leave my house immediately.

No, Serge, this isn't enough.

I demand that you arrest her.

She should be held responsible
for all she's done.

Ladies and gentlemen, it isn't true...
I didn't kill anyone...

It isn't true!
I didn't kill anyone!

It isn't true!
I didn't kill anyone!

I didn't kill anyone!
- You couldn't have done it, I don't believe it.

Thank you, dear Pierre...

Ladies and gentlemen.

Yevgenia Arnoldovna.
Sergei Yevgrafovich.

I believe Ariadna has been punished
enough for her sin.

Enough.

There is no evidence of her guilt
in Madame Makarova's death.

I'm sorry, Pyotr Ivanovich, but

I can't just leave this matter alone.

If Ariadna Arkadyevna was in the annex
that night,

she is a suspect
and must prove her innocence.

But I have already told you everything!

Please tell it once more time,
omitting no detail.

All right, I'll tell you one more time.

You said you entered the annex
through the back door

and the revolver was still smoking.

So, the murderer could not have gone far.

Did you see him?

No, I didn't see anyone.

Then I have to believe that
it was you who murdered Madame Makarova.

Mr. Shtolman...

What is the punishment for such a crime?

This is up to the court

but I think at least 10 years of penal servitude.

Help me, Pierre.

I need advice. I--

I'm desperate.

I have no choice.

God, why didn't I get it right away?

I thought it was--
Rada's spirit is playing with me.

She answered my questions.

Anna Viktorovna.

Don't you think now is not exactly the time
for your stories?

Pyotr Ivanovich. Do you remember
me telling you about the echo?

Yes, yes, I remember.

It as if repeated your last words,
I remember.

That was Rada answering my questions.

I heard: not him... not him... not him...

Mother... mother... mother.

Kirill Sergeyevich could not
have murdered Nadezhda.

His mother, on the other hand...

Enough, ladies and gentlemen.

La commedia e finita.

I was the one who killed the gypsy.

Mom? How could you, why?

I did it for you.

And you didn't say anything because
you didn't want to give your sister away, right?

Yes. Yes, I-- I remembered that
when I entered the annex I saw

a dress flash in the corridor...

Only today have I realized
Zhenechka was wearing that dress that night.

I saw her standing by the window
in her room

and I didn't think she could be
downstairs.

I was counting on it.

On nobody noticing
me disappear from the window.

You worthless wimp, a joke of a man!

How could you?

You took away what
was the most precious to me!

I had to save you from that woman.

You lost your head completely
and you wouldn't listen to anyone.

Now I see why her spirit
wouldn't name her murderer.

She spared me.

She was your sister.
There could be nothing between you.

You knew everything...

And you knew Nadya was my daughter?

Yes, Serge. I knew everything.

20 years ago, I begged her
not to wreck our family.

That's when she told me
she was pregnant.

When you brought Nadezhda here,
I knew right away she was your daughter.

I tolerated her presence here

But I couldn't allow
an incestuous union.

Well, gentlemen.

Put your shackles on me
or whatever you call it...

Pyotr Ivanovich!
You've forgotten something.

I realized today how little I know
of human nature, Anna Viktorovna.

This woman has no qualms
about stealing but

she couldn't send her sister
to the penal colony.

Even though only a moment ago,
her sister demanded it for her.

Yes, I think some Frenchman said,

"I am not a good man
but I am not a murderer."

I think your uncle
is truly infatuated with her.

Sadly, Pyotr Ivanovich doesn't usually
stay infatuated very long.

I hope you two are finally
going home now.

Yakov Platonovich,
why do I feel like...

What?

Like you are being overprotective of me?

During his interrogation yesterday,
Lieutenant Filimonov asked me

if I wouldn't take revenge on the person
who took the life of the woman I loved.

What was your answer?

I know that if it were you,
I wouldn't hesitate for a moment.

THE FAIR GYPSY

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