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Episode 34
THE OTHER WOMAN

- Ma'am, this is for you.
- For me?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Good day, Polina.

Good day, Yakov Platonovich.

The flowers must be from Anton Andreyevich.

You've guessed it right.

Do you love him?

I think you know very well that
for a woman in my position

Anton Andreyevich is a great match.

That's not what I asked.

You mean the feeling
that makes one's head spin?

Sadly, I am no longer capable of it.

But if you think that I can't appreciate

the love of a good man,
you are wrong.

Well then,

I'm very glad. Once again,
congratulations to you both.

Thank you.

What do you want from me?

Are you alone, my angel?

Where is Maria Timofeyevna?

She must have gone out... on business.

I wonder what business that is.

She has changed so much lately...

She is now a true femme fatale,
stunning.

I think credit for this should be given
to Aleksey Yegorovich.

Rebushinsky?

If Mom is happy,
I'm nothing but happy for her.

Right...

But what is it you're studying?

Take a look!

I think you too
will find this curious.

Annette.

This is a well-known trick

employed by English photographers.

An image is applied to the plate
and then exposed.

And you get a photograph of a ghost.

But Mr. Beliayev checked the plates.

There are no images on them.

Well, the photographer could have
used some other method.

There are many of those.

I know her.

She came to me.

She is one of the two women
who burned in Timofeyev's laboratory.

Really?

Am I interrupting your meal?

I'm sorry. I didn't get the chance
to have breakfast at home.

From the monastery bakery.

That's right.

Excellent pastry!

No worse than at Filippov's Bakery in Moscow.

I am sensing that you want to talk to me
about something serious.

You have started in a very roundabout way.

No, I just...

wanted to chat.

About Krutin.

Yakov Platonovich said that

you could be trusted.

I'm sorry, Nikolai Vasilievich, I--

I should have told you sooner,
but I couldn't.

- Yes, sure.
- Surely you understand.

I understand, the chief of police
is the last to know.

What a nice tradition we have
in our precinct.

Yes.

Don't you and Mr. Shtolman think

that you would have found the criminal
a long time ago, if you used good old methods and--

What methods are those,
Nikolai Vasilievich?

Trackers, interrogations, searches--
none of these work against Krutin.

His main weapon is hypnosis.

He erases memories of his victims
and his accomplices.

Well, do you have a plan?
Pray tell.

It's impossible to stick to a plan
in circumstances like these.

Well then, if you have no plan,

let's get to our cases.

What do we have on the murder
in Timofeyev's laboratory?

A contender for the inheritance showed up,
an Irisov from Moscow.

And fortunately, he had
a photograph of Timofeyeva.

Dr. Milz will try to identify the body

by the facial bones.

But he didn't guarantee success.

I think... I know her.

I too feel like I have seen her
in town a couple of times!

Yes...

I have also seen her...
- Where?

In Moscow.

At the cafe chantant on Stromynka...

six months ago.

Cafe... what was its name...

Tea Rose.

Ah, how she danced can-can!

I felt 20 years younger.

Are you sure?

Mr. Timofeyev says this is
a photograph of his wife.

I am sure, yes.

I didn't know you frequented establishments
of this kind, Nikolai Vasilievich.

There is much you don't know about me,
Anton Andreyevich.

So, the highly spiritual Yelena
danced can-can?

- Yelena?
- Yelena.

No, her name isn't Yelena.

Hmm... Coco... Mimi... Catiche--

No, we should send an inquiry
to the cafe chantant

to get the descriptions of all their dancers.

This wouldn't hurt, you're right.

Is the will forged then?

No, the will is genuine.

It is, without a doubt,
Madame Timofeyeva's hand.

Excuse me, was it Black Rose?

Tea Rose.

Owners of ancient castles in England

like using these ghost photographs

to attract tourists.

But this Timofeyev has more
than enough clients,

and this story with the photographs
would only scare them away.

No, she wants to tell me something.

You know...

They say that spirits began using

achievements of progress
to communicate with the world of the living.

Take the telephone.

Telephone users in St. Petersburg and Moscow

say that their dead relatives...

phone them from beyond the grave!

What?!

Of course... Of course!

- Well, what is it?
- Edison's kinetoscope!

Living pictures.

Moving images.

You know? Look.

Wa-- wait!

She is pointing at something.

All these photographs were taken
in Timofeyev's studio.

Uncle, we have to go there immediately.

But, Annette, we can't do that!

You can't go out.

Only to the hospital,
and even then escorted by an officer.

No, no, no.

Bored, are you, my good man?

Negative, sir!

What are you thinking about
while you stand here?

Only about my duty, sir.

About your duty...

Commendable.

Oh, sir!

You should watch where you step.

I slipped.

Thank you. Whatever would we do
without you, the officers of the law...

We would just kill ourselves like that...

All right, have a nice one!

Go!

I hope Maria Timofeyevna
won't call the police,

when she doesn't find you in the house.

She won't be back until evening,
we'll make it to Timofeyev's and back in time.

What if he is at home?

He isn't. He is in the hospital
with a cracked skull.

If the late Timofeyeva worked
at the cafe chantant,

then she and her husband
were in dire need of money.

How is it even possible,
he is a photographer!

It's quite a lucrative business.

It's here in Zatonsk
that he became a celebrity,

but they are a dime a dozen in Moscow.

Then they must have been waiting
for her uncle's inheritance like a gift from God.

Exactly.
Why then weren't they at the funeral?

He said the wife was ill.

It's all very suspicious.

The will in Irisov's favor proves
that she didn't trust her husband.

What if he knew of their affair

and decided to get rid of
the unfaithful wife?

And get his hands on her money
while he was at it.

He planted a bomb in the shed
and went to the restaurant

to secure his alibi.

He knew that the lovers
were meeting there, in the shed!

- Or it was the other way around.
- How so?

Irisov could murder her
for the same purpose, for money.

He came to their rendezvous,
he had the will with him,

and he just set fire to the laboratory.

All right. But still,
who is the other woman?

Is she an accidental witness

or did she come to see Yelena
for some reason? What reason?

Who is she?
- Svechkina!

Gentlemen,

the dancer's name was
Victoria Svechkina.

An urgent telegram has just
come from Moscow.

Is that her real name?

They assure us it is.

This is why the Timofeyevs
weren't at the funeral.

Do you mean this woman
pretended to be Yelena?

Most likely.

Stop, good man.
We have arrived.

Allow me.

Well, Pyotr Ivanovich,

are you ready to break the law?

For a second time today, mind you.

One day you're going to

get your poor uncle in a whole lot of trouble.

Never.

Genius.

She is pointing in this direction.

Yes.

Nothing here.

Yes. So we have, gentlemen,

a case of outrageous fraud
and brutal murder.

This means that Svechkina
and Timofeyev were in cahoots.

I'm afraid you are mistaken here,
Nikolai Vasilievich.

Timofeyev trusted his accomplice
for nothing,

she fooled him.

She left a will in Irisov's name,
forcing Timofeyev into a corner.

He couldn't expose them
without exposing himself.

No, it all adds up.

Timofeyev and Svechkina
carried a drugged Yelena to the shed.

Then he left for the restaurant,

while Svechkina, by some stupid
accident or mistake,

burned together with their victim.

Right, so, the poor woman
was kept at home

as a... prisoner.

Yes...

Now I understand why Timofeyev
doesn't have servants.

God knows what was
happening in that house.

All right, we must detain that Irisov
immediately and

post officers to guard
Timofeyev at the hospital.

Go to his house,
you might find more evidence.

Yermolin.

It's the previous owner of the house.

- Photographs.
- Give them to me.

Lenochka, 12 y/o

Lenochka, 7 y/o

These are photographs
of Timofeyeva as a child.

And not a single photograph
of her as an adult?

You know, Annette, sometimes,
the most

valuable things

tend to fall behind the drawers.

Look. Is this it?

Yes, I think this is her.

Dear Uncle, here is a photo of Yelena.

It was not easy to get her to pose.

Moscow, 21/08/1894

The pose indeed looks...

unnatural, as if--

As if lifeless.

Like a doll.

Uncle!

Uncle!

Uncle!

Annette!

This is better than fighting
all the time, isn't it?

No more fighting.

I hope that

now I can come back home soon.

No, no, no, darling,
what are you talking about?

This is completely unnecessary.
- What do you mean?

You see, my darling,

my life is very different now.

I work a lot,

I'm getting ready
for the publication of my novel,

and I have absolutely
no time to take care of

your meals, your clothes
and your other needs.

Wait, Masha, you don't understa--

On the contrary,

now I understand you like no other.

Adultery is so...

exciting.

Scoundrel.

Uncle!

- A chest?
- Open it.

Don't move, sir.

Put your gun away, Mr. Policeman.

I am in my own house.

Let me remind you,
Mr. Irisov,

that you have yet to
come into your inheritance.

It's only a matter of time.

By the way, your timing
is perfect, gentlemen.

I was robbed, you know--
while the owner was away.

So kindly tend to your direct duties.

I demand the thief be caught,

and my property be returned to me.

What is it you're missing?

A photographic camera,
a very expensive one.

It was in this cabinet.

And how do you know that
if you only arrived from Moscow yesterday?

I don't know
what you're getting at.

Or did your accomplice tell you?

What accomplice?

This one.

Victoria Svechkina.

This is Yelena Timofeyeva.

This is a dancer from
the cafe chantant Tea Rose in Moscow.

Yes, Lena danced there.

Why, do you find this reprehensible?

Well, you're entitled to that.

Yelena was penniless after her parents' death.

They left everything
to some secret society.

I can definitely hear
Anton Andreyevich's voice.

Shtolman is up there, too.

Hold this.

[So, you continue to maintain
that this is Timofeyeva in the photograph.]

Yes, this is Yelena Timofeyeva.

No! This isn't her.

Anna Viktorovna--

What are you doing here?
Who allowed you to leave the house?

You can arrest me if you so wish.

Anton Andreyevich.

This is Yelena Timofeyeva.

Cut him off!

Excuse me...

Where did you go, Mr. Irisov?

We haven't finished our conversation.

I don't know what you mean.

You will, in the precinct.

Quickly, take him to the precinct.

But it's odd,
this is a very bad photo,

as if taken by an amateur.

And Timofeyev is considered
a good photographer.

She is dead.

This woman is dead.

Post mortem.

I'll explain.

This sort of photographs

used to be popular in Great Britain,
or maybe it still is.

It's a whole industry.
The reason is that

photographs are expensive,

and people sometimes die
unexpectedly,

I would say...

without warning.

So, relatives have a photograph
of the deceased taken

as something to remember them by.

It's a--
May I take another look?

Thank you.

Timofeyev studied in London.

He might have mastered
this genre there.

Gentlemen,

I think there is something
you need to see.

Please, follow me.

I thought I had burned
all her photographs...

Fortunately--or unfortunately for you,
one has survived.

So, you murdered your wife
when you were still in Moscow.

I didn't murder her.

Yelena died two months ago.

It was an accident.

Listen to this:

"People and things are

only projections of the realities
hidden from us,

reflected on the white background."

Yes, Lenochka,
this is a very profound idea.

"Hidden from us--"

Lenochka, do you need help?

No, I'll manage.

Splendid, oh--

Lena--

Oh God...

Lenochka...

Lena!

She died instantaneously.

Her neck vertebrae
must have been broken.

You hid the fact of your wife's death
to get the inheritance.

Not for myself.

I wanted to fulfil her last will.

Lenochka was waiting for that inheritance

to open a branch
of the Theosophical Society in Russia.

It was a lifelong dream of hers.

And when my despair subsided,

I knew what I had to do.

I took several photographs of her,
in different dresses,

to send to her uncle.

I came up with the story
of her sudden illness and--

Thankfully, there was
an ice cellar in the house.

I put her body in the ice cellar and

I came to look at her every night, and--

And when the uncle died,
you moved the body to Zatonsk.

But you arrived in the town
with another woman, Victoria Svechkina.

How did you manage to persuade her
to play the part of your wife?

It wasn't very difficult,
believe me.

- Is that so?
- Yes.

Victoria needed money,
so she easily accepted my proposal.

But she betrayed you
by getting involved with Mr. Irisov.

How, how could she do this?

I loved her so much...

I'm not sure I understand.

Whom did you love?

- I loved Yelena.
- Oh.

But... Yelena always
had her head in the clouds,

she was drawn to all things
mystical and mysterious...

Victoria is different, you know,
completely different,

she is cheerful, funny...

We lived under the same roof,
of course, we grew attracted to one another.

So much so that you decided

not to give the inheritance
to the Theosophical Society?

If you only knew...

how much I grew to hate

that goggled-eyed imbecile Blavatsky!

I only wanted to live...

a normal human life.

I wanted...

to know how normal people lived.

But for that, I needed...

Yelena to die.

Not just die...

She had to burn in a fire.

Just to make sure that...

the time of her death
would be impossible to determine.

And when the Pirogovs' came to Zatonsk,

I knew for certain that the matter
couldn't be delayed any longer.

Victoria was supposed to leave town and

after a while,

I would marry her,

under her own name this time.

I still don't understand...

how it could happen--

the door was unlocked,
she had to make it out of the shed in time.

Unless someone didn't let her.

A neighbor said
he saw a man by the shed.

I think it's time we talked
to Mr. Irisov.

What?

You... You!

I repeat:

I was in my apartment in Moscow
that night.

We will make sure to check it,

but I allow for the possibility

of you not letting Miss Svechkina
leave the burning shed.

For god's sake,
why would I murder her?

So you don't have to share
the inheritance with her.

What inheritance?!

It was him who propped
the door closed from the outside!

He realized that
Victoria didn't love him

and decided to get back at her!

How dare you!
Scumbag!

The photo camera went missing
from your studio.

- What?
- When did you last see it?

What do you mean,
my camera is missing?

When did you last see it?

I took photographs with it
on that very day, and

I put it in the cabinet.

Did you leave the door of the house open,

when you headed for the restaurant?

Yes...

Victoria was supposed to
take her things.

Take him away.

Scumbag...

It's good that this photograph

shows a lady with an aquiline nose...

I can conclude that

this woman is Victoria Svechkina.

And this is Yelena Timofeyeva.

You know, Doctor, her spirit

found a way to appear
in the photograph

and point me to the place
where I could find her portrait.

This is incredible!

Spirits communicate with me
by means of scientific discoveries.

If it's a photographic camera today,

who knows,
it may be a telephone tomorrow.

Yes...

We are indeed standing on the threshold

of greatest discoveries.

Just imagine:

The sensitivity of silver nitrate to light

and electric pulse...

Who knows, maybe spirits
do use these channels until...

Until what?

Until someone up above
realizes it

and thinks that maybe
those channels should be shut off.

Doctor, may I ask you something?

Do you suppose I should accept my gift?

Anna Viktorovna...

Do you really have a choice?

YE.K. BELIAYEV
PHOTOSTUDIO

Excellent...

Ma'am, please, show your posture.

You are being watched.

Excellent!

Look at the birdie!

Mr. Beliayev.

We need to search your studio.

- What?
- A valuable object went missing

in the town, a photographic camera.

You are the only one
to whom it could be of interest.

Don't worry, ma'am, you will certainly be
photographed, but some other time.

I apologize!

Wait! Stay, please.

We have to search the house.

Get on with it.

Gentlemen, this is some kind
of misunderstanding.

Anton Andreyevich, what's going on?

You will scare away all my clients.

Yes, I know how you feel,
Yegor Kuzmich,

but it's an order
of the judicial investigator,

and he is--yikes!
You know how he is.

Please, explain why this camera
is in your house.

I don't know.
This is the first time I see it.

Where were you on Thursday,
around 10 p.m.?

I was here, working.

I had a rush job.

And I sent my assistant
to my house

to warn my family that
I wouldn't make it home for dinner.

So it was you?

You stole the camera?

I'm sorry, Yegor Kuzmich.

The devil tempted me...

Fire! Fire!

I didn't mean to...

I really didn't know
something would explode in there.

It's just...

when a technological novelty appears,

especially in photography,

I-- I can't help it...

I didn't mean to take it...

It just happened.

- How much is it?
- Five roubles.

Would you lower the price?

I can't, it's the latest model,

delivered from Paris just yesterday.

No, no, no, no, no...

I'll take this.
Wrap it up, please.

Yes, sir, at once.

- Good day, Pyotr Ivanovich.
- Yelizaveta Gavrilovna...

You look spectacular today.

And this hat really suits you.

Thank you. Sadly,
I can't afford it.

Ah. See how fortunate it is

that I am in the right place
at the right time...

that I was passing by.

Accept this hat as a gift from me.

A gift?

You are very kind, but I can't.

Of course you can.

We are almost family.

But Victor will be displeased.

"Victor will be displeased"...

So don't tell him anything!

After all, what does my brother
know about hats?

Absolutely nothing.

Please, take it.

Is this enough?
- More than enough.

Thank you.

I am so grateful to you!

Good God...

you are still a child.

Come take a walk with me
through the gallery,

there are many more
amazing shops here, come.

- There?
- There, to the left.

Good day, Anna Viktorovna.

To what do I owe this visit,
Mr. Shtolman?

I thought you would want to know

how the case of the fire at the Timofeyevs' ended.

Don't bother.
They'll tell me at the hospital.

Stay a moment, please.
I need to talk to you.

Leave us.

You can get angry,
you can even hate me,

but I couldn't allow you to leave.

Nothing but empty words.

May I ask when you will
start interrogating me

about false prophesies and miracles?

You know this will never happen!

Then what do you want from me?

Don't do it.
Don't marry Kliuyev.

Why not? I love him.

Is that so.

Then it will be easy
for you to listen to me.

I have to explain everything to you.

Four years ago I married Nezhinskaya.

We were both under investigation

and her fate was sealed.

I was given to understand
that my sentence will be most severe.

But you will be released.

Sooner or later, you will be acquitted.

And then you will take care of my son.

Son?

I have a son.

He isn't yours.

He is five.

He is illegitimate, I didn't get the chance
to acknowledge him as my own.

He won't get anything after--

after m-my--

And you want me to look after him?

Transfer your fortune to him...

Otherwise, it will be appropriated
by the treasury.

If you do what I ask of you,
you will become my direct heir.

I'm begging you.

Remember... you loved me once.

Please. I implore you.

I couldn't refuse her.

The prison chaplain married us

and we didn't see each other until the day

her sentence was to be carried out.

By the verdict of the Supreme Court
Nina Nezhinskaya,

for her heinous crimes,

shall be executed by hanging,

the sentence to be carried out
on the morning of December 2 of the year 1891.

The Supreme Court, acting
upon His Imperial Majesty's mercy,

has decreed to commute
Nina Nezhinskaya's death sentence

with penal transportation
and hard labor,

for an indefinite term.

Her behavior then could be explained by shock

of someone who looked death in the eye.

But it became clear much later
that she had never regained her sanity.

She went insane?

She was put in the prison hospital and

God only knows
what she had to go through.

When I was released,
I had her transferred

to Professor Lange's clinic

and put her son in a boarding school.

So you have fulfilled your duty?

The law allows divorcing a wife
sentenced to exile and hard labor but

it doesn't allow leaving a sick spouse.

Then what were you hoping for?

Any law has loopholes,
especially when

you're being taken care of
by people in high places.

I was promised a divorce if--

if I catch Krutin.

And if you don't catch him?

If she recovers...

she will be transported,
and I will be free.

If she doesn't...

I will be bound to her forever.

- I made a terrible mistake.
- No.

You are the noblest man.

I should have told you everything
right from the start.

I was afraid I'd hurt you.

I thought I could do this.

I'm sorry...

I'm sorry,
I tormented you for so long...

I'm sorry...

THE OTHER WOMAN

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