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Nikolaesku is...

too unmusical a name for the stage.

Besides, everybody had already forgotten

Episode 36
THE INVENTOR OF DEATH

that it was the name of the prima donna
of the Imperial Theaters.

She came to Zatonsk

to get rid of one little problem.

You know what I mean, don't you?

I do.

Of course, I knew who the woman that
committed suicide at the local hotel was.

I was preparing a bombshell of an article.

And you didn't publish it?

- That's right, I didn't.
- Why?

Some persons of high standing

insisted that I shouldn't.

The body was hastily taken to
St. Petersburg,

and it was announced there
that she had died

of complications from influenza.

I believe the same persons

told Prosecutor Verner to close
this case as soon as possible.

I don't suppose you could tell me
who those persons of high standing were?

They didn't introduce themselves.

But disobeying them would have been
more trouble than it was worth, trust me.

Why do you think

Madame Mirani come
to Zatonsk of all places?

Fear of publicity, I suppose.

Besides, her then impresario
Mr. Rtishchev

was from these parts,

and I think he arranged
it all perfectly.

Rtishchev?

He was her impresario?

Yes.

And now he sells tickets
at the uyezd theater.

He went bust after that tour

because Mirani, being dead,
couldn't go.

Oh, what a voice she had...

What a talent!

Is it really him...

I believe there is no doubt about it.

These murders are connected to
this case from the distant past.

And, most importantly, these letters...

You won't get rid of me now.

I am going to conduct this case
how I see fit.

And I'm going to catch this devil!

Of course.

Good evening, gentlemen.

You look rather alarmed.

Here, look at this.

These letters again.

Didn't you try to convince me
this morning that Krutin

had nothing to do with the murders
of Korostiliova and Verner?

I am still absolutely sure he isn't.

Are you?
But what about these letters?

This was found among the papers
on Verner's desk.

The letters on the card
are the initials of a woman.

Gabriela Mirani.

Isn't she that singer

who died in St. Petersburg
in the prime of her life and career?

The very same.

She became famous for her
performance as Carmen.

But she didn't die in St. Petersburg,
she died here, in Zatonsk.

Her real name is Gabriela Nikolaesku.

All three murders are connected to her.

Is it three now?

Rtishchev used to be her impresario.

I'm not sure if I should be happy or upset.

You should be happy,
Anton Andreyevich.

At least the murderer
isn't using hypnosis.

He is taking revenge on those
he believes

to be guilty of Nikolaesku's death.

Rtishchev brought her to Zatonsk

and made arrangements
with the midwife.

The midwife gave her the stellera tincture,

and Verner safely closed the case.

The murderer is using elaborate methods

but he is driven by ordinary human feelings.

Well...

Gentlemen, I think I can guess

who the poor bastard is.

The heartbroken father

of the unborn child.

He was robbed
of the main meaning of life.

He...

imagined his future child...

He imagined raising him...

walking with him, reciting poetry...

playing tag.

He agonized over it...

He suffered

and went insane.

Midwives providing this kind of service

should be tried
to the fullest extent of the law.

You were saying something
completely different this morning.

What does it matter
what I was saying?

LANGE CLINIC

Meine liebste Nina!

Unfortunately, your husband forbids me
to treat you with electricity.

He finds this method barbaric.

That's why I will have to use other methods.

They are less effective, but at least
Mr. Shtolman won't find out about them.

Unless you tell him yourself.

And if you do,

then you are not insane.

No!

I'm waiting for the detailed file
on Gabriela Nikolaesku from St. Petersburg.

By the way, everybody knew her
as Gabriela Mirani.

I don't think it will be
easy to find the murderer:

it has been over 7 years
since she died.

And?

And what?

And you need my help, don't you?

I wouldn't dare ask you for it.

Oh, Yakov Platonovich...
You are truly insufferable!

You wouldn't dare ask, you can't offer,
you hesitate to wish!

At this rate, you and I will never be happy.

And the murderer will still be out there!

You are even more beautiful
when you're angry.

So, do you need my help or not?

Well, you've already made up
your mind, haven't you?

It would make me feel good
if you asked me.

I am asking you.

I think we could make

an excellent pair of detectives over time.

We would open a detective agency...

"Anna and Her Spirits",

somewhere in a European capital.

I see you are already
thinking about our future.

That's good.

Anna Viktorovna, you're needed in there!

Yes, all right, I'm... coming.

Goodbye, Yakov Platonovich.

What is this?

Sugar.

Yes.

This is sugar from the sugar bowl
that stood on your master's desk.

Anton Andreyevich,
what are you doing in here?

We are conducting an experiment.

How about this?

- I don't know.
- You don't?

Well, I'll tell you.

This is crushed ruby.

The jeweler confirmed it.

The very crushed ruby that cut
Mr. Rtishchev's stomach

after he had tea with this sugar.

What, do you think I did it?

Who else?

You said nobody else lived in the house.

It wasn't me, I swear to God!

Where would I get rubies?

All right.

Go.

But don't leave town!

Is she lying?

I don't think it's that simple,
Anton Andreyevich.

The victims die while doing

completely ordinary, simple things
they are used to doing.

Rtishchev drank his tea with sugar lumps,

Korostiliova took the milk bottles
like she always had done.

But Verner doesn't fit in with your theory.

He didn't throw a bomb into
his own fireplace, did he?

What if he just threw
a log into the fire?

He could have done.

And it...

And it was stuffed with canister shot.

Yes, this could be the only
reasonable explanation.

Mademoiselle Polina.

Andrey Petrovich, good day.

I heard you were leaving.

Yes, I am.

I knew you had a big library
but I never imagined it to be quite so big.

Perhaps you would agree to sell me
a few books for my shop?

Yes...

I have many books...

And I don't need any of them anymore.

How can you treat books this way?!

Books are rubbish,
just like everything else in this life.

The only things that matter
are desires and their power.

Antiquities of the Russian State...

This is a treasure trove...

Take them all.

No need to pay.

Money is rubbish too.

Thank you.

But since you are being so kind,

perhaps you could offer me some tea?

I'm feeling so chilled.
- Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Mr. Chief of Police?

Well, hello, Grigory.

Sit, sit.

How do you know my name?

Well...

as the Chief of Police,
I have to know everything.

Sitting here long?

Half an hour or so.
But what are you doing here?

I was just... passing by.

Shall I tell you the truth?

I got a report this morning

that a pickpocket is operating
in this part of town.

I am tracking him down.

Tracking him down on your own,
personally?

I sometimes do that, yes.

You didn't see anyone
suspicious around here, did you?

No.
But I wasn't particularly looking.

Wasn't looking...

Right, you don't have the vocation
for detective work then...

And what do you have there?

Nothing interesting really.

It's um... my poetry.

You write poetry, do you?

Attaboy.

Can you read some?

Go on then.

All right. Just... go easy on me.

No blissful moment lasts forever,
No man or thing under the sun.

And day abandons it endeavor,
Bowing again as night has won.

You never truly thought a moment
That this is what true life could be,

Fought for your truth, tried to bestow it
Upon the world to make it see.

Yes, I know, this is very rough still...

No. This is...

a great poem.

I have never heard anything better.

But why are you still sitting here?

You might catch a cold!

As you wish, Your Excellency!

You never truly thought a moment,

That this is what true life could be...

Son.

I don't know how to thank you,
Andrey Petrovich.

You are incredibly generous.

Happy to oblige.

- I'll send a coachman for the books.
- No, no need.

I'll deliver them myself tomorrow.

Might as well clear my head--
I have a terrible headache.

Yes, I have noticed,
you seem out of sorts.

No, you are mistaken.

Although, no, you are right.

I have lost everything I loved.

But I was rewarded.

You will laugh at me and

think me mad but

the universe... is doing my bidding.

It does happen sometimes.

Make the most of it.

I feel that

I can achieve whatever I may wish for.

So, the universe favors you.

Do you happen to have astrology books?
It's a very fashionable subject these days.

I had one somewhere. Let me look.

Here it is.

Found it.

The Mirror of Secret Sciences?

Unbelievable... Thank you.

I hope you come bearing
good news, gentlemen.

Madame Verner, is this the only
fireplace in the house?

No, there is another one,
on the second floor, in the dining room.

Who takes care of firewood,
whose job is it?

Prokhor, the footman.

We believe that your husband
could have thrown

a log stuffed with canister shot
in the fireplace himself.

The log that someone had intentionally
placed in the firewood rack.

Come with me, gentlemen.

Here he is. Prokhor,

did you bring logs for the fireplace
into the study

on the day Lev Lvovich passed?

No, ma'am, I only checked.

The rack was full.
- See?

And you never put any more
logs in the rack?

- I--
- Did you have a malicious intent
toward your master?

Prokhor has been with us
for more than 10 years--

No, no, mademoiselle.

This will not do at all.

The voice should be coming up
from down here, from the diaphragm.

I am sure

that he cannot be involved
in my husband's death.

Olga Matveyevna,

you can never be sure of anyone.

Then how do you live?

Forgive us, Madame Verner,
it's our job to suspect everyone.

Who is that singing in that room?

It's Zoya, my daughter.

She decided she wanted singing lessons,
so now she torments poor Mr. Nikolaev.

Even now that we are in mourning,

she keeps practicing with him every day.

Was he here on the day
your husband was killed?

Yes, of course.

Why didn't you mention it to us?

I didn't think it was important.

You said that the bomb had been
thrown through the chimney.

Everything is important.

What is your daughter's teacher's name?

Adrian Bogdanovich.

We will have to question him as well.

Would you like some tea,
Pyotr Ivanovich?

I would only like
to look at you...

to listen to your voice.

I don't know what to say.

Say everything...

Everything your heart feels.

Say it.

It isn't proper that I am receiving you
without Victor.

Stop it...

This is only coyness...
You are being coy...

How do you feel about me?
Tell me.

So much depends on it,
believe me.

I...

thought of you...

Good...

and I dreamed

that we...

What?

...were walking around St. Petersburg.

We were strolling along Nevsky...

Prospect...

Liza!

Oh my god!

Victor, this is not what it looks like,
I don't know how it happened--

- Quiet!
- We were just sitting--

And to think that I
left my family for you...

How could you?
- Victor...
- Quiet!

- Victor!
- Quiet, I said!

- Victor--
- Quiet!

Please, brother...

hold your fire,
calm down, calm down--

Calm down?!

How--
How could you even think to do this?!

Victor, let me explain everything, please...

Not another word.

I will send for my things.
- Victor...

There, there....

I went in there at noon.

The rack was full.

Did anybody else enter the study
that day?

No, only the family.

If a visitor had come,
I would have gone to tell him myself.

How long have you worked for the Verners?

About 10 years already, I think.

No, 12. I remember

their youngest son was born
when I was hired.

- Nikolaev, Adrian Bogdanovich?
- That's right, dear sir.

Nikolaev.

From Chisinau, so it must be...
Nikolaesku?

My last name did sound
like that once, yes.

Are you related to a Gabi Nikolaesku?

I don't have relatives by this name.

At home, one out of every
three people is a Nikolaesku.

- How long have you been in town?
- About six months.

- Where were you before that?
- I sang at the uyezd theater, was fired.

- What for?
- For drinking.

- Do you know Rtishchev, the box office clerk?
- Who doesn't?

He was an important man.

The bastard sold free passes
from under the counter.

Ubi culpa est ibi poena subesse debet.

Translation, please.

Where there is fault,
there punishment ought to be.

What have I done?

I loved Victor so much...

And then I thought
I loved you too...

A tumult of feelings.

It happens, it happens...

What's to become of me now?

Your brother won't be paying for the apartment,
and I will end up on the street.

Don't worry about it, don't worry...

You will help me?

Of course, dear child.

You have nothing to worry about.

Will we go to St. Petersburg?

To St. Petersburg?

Why not.

Who is your money on, gentlemen?

On Nikolaev.

You'll see, he'll end up
this singer's relative.

She was also born in Chisinau.

And he had an opportunity
to murder Rtishchev.

He could murder him a thousand times
and in a less intricate way.

They worked at the same theater.

Right. My suspect is the footman.

He is all simple and straight,

but still waters run deep.

You never know what's on his mind.

We don't have anything
proving either is guilty.

We will, once we have
the file on the singer.

Let them both sit in lockup for now.

I must say, there's something else
that bothers me, gentlemen.

Why are the murders
being committed now?

Good night.

I'll bow out, if you don't mind.

Right...

Olga Matveyevna.

Kolya, we need to talk.

Grisha told me that you had
visited him at the gymnasium today.

Such a lovely boy.

A real Tregubov.

He looks a lot like my uncle,
Ivan Dormidonovich.

The man was tall and handsome...

But he died young, from a drinking bout.

Olechka, make sure that Grisha
doesn't develop a taste for alcohol.

Let me remind you
that he is a Verner,

and he will always think
that his father was Lev Lvovich.

I told Grisha that you and Lev
had been friends once.

But please, don't disturb
the boy in the future.

Don't make me regret
having told you.

Very well, I won't say anything,
I swear to you.

But, I'm sorry,

I have to see him from time to time,
after all, he is my son.

All right, we'll discuss this later.

When?

When the police find my husband's murderer,
and the dust settles.

Spirit of Gabriela Mirani,
show yourself to me.

Spirit of Gabriela Mirani,
show yourself to me.

You said that he was in danger.

Who is he?

Why did you kill yourself?

You could have other children.

I don't understand.

Who decided to avenge you?

Who murdered Verner and the others?

Krutin...

You never truly thought a moment

That this is what true life could be,

Fought for your truth, tried to bestow it

Upon the world to make it see.

Well, what do you think?

About what?

The poem.

Well, if I'm being honest,
I didn't care for it.

Why is that?

The word "true" is used three times,

it's like there aren't any other words.

You're so thickheaded,

you know nothing about poetry.

And to think you graduated from
the parochial school with distinction.

Anna Viktorovna, good morning!

Good morning, Nikolai Vasilievich.

Is Yakov Platonovich in his office?

No, he went away to conduct a search.

- What about Anton Andreyevich?
- He's there with him.

Why don't we go to my office,

have some tea?

I'm sorry, Nikolai Vasilievich,
I'm in a hurry.

Could you get a note to him?

Of course.

Thank you.

Would you like me
to read you a poem?

I would.

But some other time, if you don't mind,
Nikolai Vasilievich.

I really am in a hurry.

Here, give him this, please,
as soon as he's back.

I'll be sure to do that.

This is important.

Thank you.

Fought for your truth, tried to bestow it

Upon the world to make it see.

Son.

Have you found anything
at Mr. Nikolaev's?

A collection of bawdy cards.

Anything at Prokhor's?

Old Believers' liturgical books,

nothing else of note.

Not a single clue...

Back to the precinct?

Go!

Stop.

Stop!

I'll be a few minutes.

Wait for me here.

Anna?

Has something happened?

You too should know this.

No, you shouldn't go to the hospital.

Stay here until Yakov Platonovich
and Anton Andreyevich are back.

We are in plain sight
and completely safe here.

Come inside.

Thank you, ma'am.

It's freezing today.

Gabriela Mirani...

How could she know?

Spirits know many things.

Sometimes they just don't want to
or can't tell.

There.

Gabriela Mirani.

Made her debut on the stage
of the Mariinsky Theatre,

became famous for her performance
as Carmen and Rosina.

Engaged to Mr. Andrey Zolotnitsky.

Wedding never happened.

Died in St. Petersburg in 1887
from influenza.

Who is this Zolotnitsky?

Sir, you can't come in here.

This is a friend of mine,
let him in.

Mademoiselle Polina,
I've brought you the books.

Thank you.

Did you by any chance know
Gabriela Mirani?

Don't come closer, I'll shoot!

Then shoot.

I am invulnerable.

Andrey Petrovich... don't...

Don't do this...

You will be mine in the end.

Go.

Yakov Platonovich,

when will you get that file
of yours on the singer?

Any day now.

I can't wait.

I would like to know which of the two
to give a third degree.

This case must be solved
as soon as possible.

If you ask me,
neither of them is guilty.

But only one of them could
plant that log with canister shot.

Madame Verner said that
no one visited their house

that night except the singing teacher.

Go easy on the sweets,
Anton Andreyevich.

What if the log was put there earlier?

Impossible.

The perpetrator timed it perfectly.

He knew that after dinner Verner

rested in his study, in the armchair,

by the fireplace, behind a closed door.

Am I to understand that

we are not looking at the family

as possible suspects?

Who?

His wife? His children?
Mr. Shtolman,

are you insane?

Sirs, an emergency at the bookshop!

- What happened?
- A murder.

Pelageia...

What's with him?

Looks like he was stabbed with a knife.

Pelageia...
You're alive, thank God!

Pelageia...

Don't touch anything.
Don't move the body!

What is wrong with her?

Wake up, wake up!

She is hypnotized, Anton Andreyevich.

Thank God.

Pelageia.

Ma'am, what's going on here?
An officer is dead--who did this?

- What's going on with me?
- What?

- Antosha...
- Yes, I'm here, what is it?

I don't remember anything.

Merkulov.

- Here is the murder weapon.
- What?

The murder victim is Officer Merkulov.

Yakov Platonovich, you assigned him
to guard Anna Viktorovna, didn't you?

She was here?

Yakov Platonovich,
I don't remember anything.

No, no, don't worry...

Oh, my mind is like a sieve...

She left a note for you this morning.

Don't be afraid, I'm right here.
What does it say?

- All three were murdered by Krutin.
- Oh God.

Look, it's her hat!
Anna was here....

Gloves.

Mirani, Gabriela?

Did you two talk about Gabriela?

Yakov Platonovich,
I don't remember anything...

Andrey Zolotnitsky.

What on earth is going on here?!

Andrey Petrovich,
what are you doing?

I thought you were a kind, noble man.

Then you were mistaken.

You have killed a man.

What is the matter with you?

I didn't kill him, Providence did.

You are ill.

That's what everybody told me.

Professor Kashchenko and the other doctors.

But I was healthier than all of them.

The universe spoke to me,
I heard the voice of the Creator!

And now... can you hear it again?

Yes, finally.

The silence lasted seven years.

Go on, go on, go!

Seven years? Seven?

She was talking about you!

She was asking to save you!

Gabriela Mirani... You knew her.

I loved her...

And she betrayed me.

When my father went bankrupt,
he killed himself and my mother.

I was in the clinic

when she signed her contract.

...and got rid of your baby.

Shup up!

I lost them both!

She repented.

She killed herself.

Repentance had nothing to do with it.

Stellera burned her vocal cords so badly

that she lost her voice.

Go!

We have closed the roads,
they couldn't have left town.

They are around here somewhere.

No, I don't believe it was you
who murdered those three...

No, I don't believe it.

They died by my will.

No... I don't believe it...

You will have to.

I alone decide who will live
and who will die.

I only have to give the order.

God...

I loved you so much...

I thought that with you,
I would forget everything.

But you too deceived me.

Andrey Petrovich...

Don't do this.

Sooner or later, the police will get you.

Let me go and you will save your life.

What's there to live for?

Don't you think that this undertaking
isn't worth the effort?

Does this look familiar?

The criminal has been right
under our nose this whole time...

I don't understand, what about the witnesses

who say as one that Kliuyev

was with them that night
and didn't go anywhere?

You are forgetting hypnosis,
Anton Andreyevich.

I will turn the town upside down,
we'll find the scoundrel!

Nobody's going to sleep tonight!

Follow me, now!

Wait!
Did you look in the basement?

In the basement?

- Did you look in the basement?
- We didn't find the key, sir.

Nitwits! Break down the door!

Anna!

Yakov! I'm here!

It looks like your friends have arrived.

Well, I have a surprise for them!

No, no...

I am going to open this valve

and in a few minutes,
the house will blow up.

No!

- What is this noise?
- The steam engine!

They are in there!

Don't do this, please--

Don't be afraid, Anna,
we'll meet again

in a better world!

Please...

He is going to blow up the house.

Spirit of Gabriela Mirani,
show yourself to me,

spirit of Gabriela Mirani,
show yourself to me--

Please...

Save us...

Please--

Anna's in there, we have no choice,
break it down!

Break it down-- Wait!

Listen...

- Break it down!
- Go on, break it!

Andre.

Gabi.

It hurts...

Untie me.

Gabi, yes, darling, right away,
I'm sorry...

I missed you so much...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my love...

I'm so sorry...

I have avenged you.

It's all my fault...

We found this in your house.

Yes, I wrote this.

And sent to your victims.

Did crushed ruby come from this stone?

I...

took it out of the pendant

and put it in the ring,
having slightly changed it shape.

So, you aren't denying your guilt

in the murder of Mr. Verner,
Korostiliova and Rtishchev?

I only gave orders.

We know that you have an accomplice.
Who is that?

How did they plant the log
with canister shot in Mr. Verner's house?

How would I know that?

You managed to fool us so many times...

Not one false identity, but several.

You are going to answer for everything now.

People are coming
from St. Petersburg to get you.

Sir, Miss Anikeyeva.

- Of course, invite her in.
- Please, come in.

Are you ready for the identification?

Yes.

This is him.

How could you?!
- Pelageia--

Pelageia--
- It was you! It was you!

Stop, he won't escape punishment!

Ma'am, my little snake
frightened you so much...

How ridiculous, how utterly

...stupid.

I'm sorry...

Gentlemen...

Can I have your attention, please...

I have just been told...

His Majesty the Emperor has passed away.

- No...
- Yes.

In Livadiya.

What's with him?

He is dead.

Pelageia, my darling...

Young Miss...

Not again...

THE INVENTOR OF DEATH

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