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He will lock you in a cage!

It will be a gilded cage,

and I will be able
to create in it!

You won't! Without freedom,
you'll lose your talent too.

The essence of freedom consists
in thinking you have it.

I don't remember who said it.

Let's go away together,
start a new life.

Catch me!

Count to 30.

All right...

1... 2...

3...

Don't go there!

Masha!

Vasiliy Petrovich?

Glasha, where is your mistress?

Maria Aleksandrovna is taking
a walk in the park.

- Has she been out long?
- More than two hours.

You can go. We won't need you
anymore this evening.

ST. PETERSBURG

Andrey Zolotnitsky...

Episode 39
ABRACADABRA

What a horrible fate.

Of course,
he will be cleared of all charges,

and his good name restored,
albeit posthumously.

A truly insidious plan that was,

preparing him as Krutin
and giving him to us at the last moment.

Do you know who she is?

Her father is an ethnologist from Vienna,
who came to Altai

to study local beliefs

and fell in love with a shaman woman.

- And Pelageia is their daughter?
- Yes.

She left home 15 years ago,

and no one heard anything about her
for a very long time.

We are currently looking into
her involvement

in the most scandalous
and inexplicable murders

in the Empire in the last 10 years.

There is only one question
left unanswered.

Why did she need Anna Mironova?

I have a hypothesis.

Have you ever heard of
the treasure of the Cathars?

There is a legend saying that

before their last stronghold

near Chateau de Montsegur fell,

the Cathars buried somewhere
countless treasures and some relics.

Many tried to find the treasure
but no one has.

Because no living person knows
where the treasure is.

But the dead might.

Anton Andreyevich.

Anton Andreyevich!

Anton Andr--

Anton Andreyevich...

Wake up.
- I'm not asleep.

Wake up, Anton Andreyevich, get up...

- Leave me be.
- Don't count on it.

Get up, Anton Andreyevich...
There.

Your body is in a deplorable state,

but you're going to live.

We're leaving.
- Where?

What do you mean, where?
For a walk, to get some air.

No, I'm not going anywhere.

No, Anton Andreyevich, no way.

No.

You saved me once.

Now I must save you.

Help!

Help me!

You are an extraordinary person,
Anna Viktorovna.

You talk to the dead

but a mouse, a little mouse
scared you.

Don't you dare tell anyone about this!

Anton Andreyevich,
you shouldn't torture yourself so much.

Why can't you understand,
Anna Viktorovna?

I fell in love with a criminal

and let her play me,
like a little boy.

After all this, I don't think

I have the right to keep this job.

Anton Andreyevich,
you are a great detective,

I would even say outstanding.

Yes, you had to go through
quite an ordeal,

but it only means that
you are strong enough to bear it.

Trust me, things will get better.

I say that as a medium.

You know,

I keep thinking about hypnosis...

what to do, how to fight it...

It's too terrifying to imagine

what crimes may be committed
in the future with it.

Look.

A remarkable sight...

Your theory?

Well, even Ovid said,
"amor non est medicabilis herbis"

"Love is not to be cured by books"?*
(*medicial herbs, not books--
but let's say she's just teasing him)

Anna Viktorovna, how nice to see you.

Anton Andreyevich.

- Good day.
- Good day.

We are--

Olga Matveyevna, do you believe
it's time?

Yes, Nikolai Vasilievich,
I think we can announce it now.

I have proposed to Madame Verner,

and she has agreed
to become my wife.

Oh my God, congratulations!

- Thank you.
- Congratulations.

Sir! Sir!

I'm sorry,

an emergency!

What is the matter?

A double suicide in Gorelin's house.

Anton Andreyevich,
your vacation is over.

- But I--
- You have spent enough time at home.

Follow me.

Ladies, please, excuse us.

This is what our job is like.

I don't know if you understand
what I'm saying right now.

I put in Volodya's name

all your property and money
a long time ago.

And I will continue
looking after him in the future,

pay for his boarding school and

your stay in this clinic.

We won't see each other
for a long time now.

You have to understand:
I need my life back.

Your fate is now
in God's hands.

The worst is over,

there is no danger of
execution for you.

I am being executed every night.

What?

I couldn't save the treasure,

so I'm leaving.

Gorelin.

Maria Olshanskaya.

A rising star of Russian poetry.

She shone in drawing rooms
and turned heads

until she received a marriage proposal
from Vasiliy Gorelin,

a millionaire.

Doesn't he live in Moscow?

He does.

But he also owns a house in Zatonsk,

and a broadcloth factory nearby.

Olshanskaya's notebook.

Her poems.

For the soul to tremble

with silent bliss,

I want a sacred sting,

one that's divine and amorous.*
(*nice try, Maria. google Zinaida Gippius)

Not bad.

Gentlemen, good day.

Good day, Doctor.

Well, what's new?

I see the deceased

got particularly creative this time.

Ma'am! Ma'am!

Wait, ma'am.

What is this perfume?

A divine fragrance, isn't it?

Oh yes.

The latest from Taube Perfume House.

It has just hit the shelves.

Did you say Taube?

And it's already in the shops?

It sells incredibly quickly.

So if you want to purchase
a bottle for a lady,

you should hurry.

But what is the name of this perfume?

- La Revanche.
- Revanche?

Revanche! Damn it!

You know, gentlemen,

this wound alone would be
enough to kill her.

Was she hit with something?

She could have been hit, or

she could have hit her head
on a corner while falling.

There is no blood anywhere,
and nothing that could be used to injure her

has been found.

Did you send for me, gentlemen?

Yes. Were you the one
who found the bodies?

Yes. It was after noon.

Why not sooner?

They asked to never wake them
in the morning--

they stayed up late.

Is this a house shoe?

No.

Maria Aleksandrovna wore them
when she walked in the park yesterday.

- Where is the other one?
- I don't know.

When did you last see your masters?

I saw Maria Aleksandrovna
yesterday after lunch.

She was just about to go out into the park.

And I saw Vasiliy Petrovich
when he came from the factory.

Around 8 p.m.

- Did you hear anything at night?
- No, nothing.

- Some noise perhaps, or a quarrel?
- No.

Thank you. You're free to go.

...for now.

Doctor... he twitched!

Most likely a postmortem contracture.

No, he twitched again.

Gentlemen, the sleeping powders

are a year past the expiration date.

So, what does it mean?

What's his name?

Vasiliy Petrovich.

I think he's breathing.

Vasiliy Petrovich,
can you hear me?

Can you--

"I am being executed every night"--
why did she say that?

Mr. Shtolman, you know

it's the central plot of her delusions.

She always thinks she is about
to be executed.

Or you're subjecting her
to cruel procedures again.

You do remember I forbade it, don't you?
- Of course.

You have that right, for now.

What do you mean, for now?

I beg your pardon, but I've heard
you are petitioning for divorce.

You should know that

once you are no longer
Madame Nezhinskaya's lawful husband,

all decisions concerning her treatment

will be made not by you,
but by the administration of the clinic.

Excuse me, my patients are waiting.

This is very odd.

She is wearing a corset and stockings.

What's so odd about it?

The young woman was about to go to bed,
she put on a nightgown...

But what lady would sleep
with her corset and stockings on?

Am I wrong, Nikolai Vasilievich?

By the way,

it looks like there's more
than one oddity, look.

She twisted her ankle.

And the trauma is recent enough,

it could have happened yesterday.

On top of that,
her stockings are wet.

I suppose she was killed in the park,

and then her body was moved
into the house.

Did spirits tell you that again,
Anna Viktorovna?

No, Nikolai Vasilievich,
this time it's deduction.

Well, I see the years of working
with the police did you good.

Well then...

I'll have the park
searched immediately.

Goodbye.

Tell me, Vasiliy Petrovich,

in order, in full detail,
what happened yesterday.

Is that really necessary?

I have already confessed.

Unfortunately, it is necessary.

We had a fight.

A fierce, horrible fight.

Cause of the fight?

Masha wasn't a woman...

Pure ether,

she was always soaring
in her poetic fantasies,

waiting for some unearthly love.

Weren't you two engaged?

We were.

I thought we agreed on everything,

she said she would marry me...

But yesterday she began
to doubt again.

She was mocking me...

criticizing me for having money...

calling me... a shopkeeper.

Something came over me...

I hit her... pushed her...

She fell and hit her head.
And she died.

And when I realized
what I had done,

I wanted to kill myself.

There's no life for me without her.

And you took those sleeping powders.

Yes...

All of them,
all I had in the house.

But I didn't notice
they were all expired, idiot.

I should have shot myself.

I'll be a laughing stock now.

I appreciate your honesty,
Vasiliy Petrovich.

I even feel for you.

However, this is somewhat odd.

The maid didn't hear anything,

we haven't found
any traces of blood in the room.

And we know what we're doing,
believe me.

How can you explain all this?

I can't. How would I know?

See for yourself,

the state I was in,
I didn't remember who I was.

Maybe I wiped the blood,
and the maid, Glasha,

sleeps in the opposite wing of the house,
that's why she didn't hear anything.

Do you recognize this,
Mr. Gorelin?

This is your fiancee's other shoe.

When she was heading out to the park
yesterday,

she was wearing both.

We found one in your bedroom,

the other one in the park.

By the way,
there were bloodstains on the snow.

I must say I was surprised to hear

that Miss Olshanskaya left
the house in winter

wearing such light shoes,

and never changed them
after coming back inside.

She didn't care about the weather outside.

Masha always dressed
as her mood told her.

So, you had your fight
in the park, didn't you?

All right, gentlemen,

I'll tell you the truth.

Masha!

Masha, where are you?

Come back home,
you'll catch a cold, Masha!

Masha!

Mashenka! Masha!
What is this--

How did this-- Mashenka...
Oh God...

How could you leave me, Mashenka,
why did you go away...

Wait, my darling, hold on...

How can this be... why is this...

Why didn't you call the police?

Could the police bring her back to life?

But why did you move
the body into the house?

I'm afraid this will be difficult to explain.

Try us.

Masha's greatest fear was to die
in an ugly way.

She always said that
looking undignified in death

was worse than any humiliation.

So I arranged everything
the way she would have wanted.

I changed her,

brought flowers from the greenhouse...

But why did you confess to the murder

if you didn't commit it?

That will be even more
difficult to explain.

Olshanskaya is a famous poetess,
a celebrity.

Imagine her being killed

by god knows whom,
in some backwater town...

Whereas being murdered by her fiance

out of jealousy, you must admit,
would be quite a striking finale of her life.

I don't think you

mentioned jealousy before.

Recognize this?

Is this Olshanskaya's ring?

No, no, she didn't have a ring like this.

We found it in the park,
with the shoe.

I should have guessed right away...

My good man...

Is this the hospital?

Take me to the doctor, please.

My head hurts so much.

This damned Dame's Rocket
is mentioned in my novel 12 times!

How could this happen?

Liza...

She left me for Taube.
- For whom?

My competition, Taube.

And she took the formula
of my perfume with her.

And, of course, he launched
production immediately.

- Liza, are you sure?
- Absolutely, Vitya!

It's clear as day, who else?

I told her a lot

about this project of mine...

Do you know what it's called,
the perfume, do you?

Revanche!

Revanche, it's so obvious!

I'm sure she suggested him this name!

Well, it is a very good name.

Much better than "Dame's Rocket"!

Mom...

Maria Timofeyevna... you--

Maria Timofeyevna, I, I--

I am ruined!

I am ruined, do you understand?

A massive batch of Dame's Rocket

has been manufactured already,
but shops won't take it!

And I will be accused of plagiarism,
that's what's going to happen!

Petya, Petya, calm down,

we'll go to St. Petersburg tomorrow,

we'll file a lawsuit.
I'll be handling this case myself,

and we'll make the little brat
come clean.

You know, gentlemen,

serves you both right!

A woman is not a toy!

Of course, Liza did a bad thing.

But she had good teachers.

Oh, Maria Timofeyevna,
you should take up the legal profession!

Masha, Masha, you are
certainly right, but still

Petya didn't deserve such punishment.

Of course he didn't.

And I'm sure you'll handle this case well.

By the way, this may be for the best.

I gave this a lot of thought,

and now I'm leaning
towards not publishing my novel.

What?!
What do you mean, not publishing?!

Mom, you worked so hard on it!

So many people are waiting for it.
Your novel is great!

Indeed, Masha, what is this folly?

People may recognize you
in Porfiriy Platonovich

and talk behind your back.

I don't think you'll like it.

Are you--

Are you really willing to do this
for my peace of mind?

Of course.

No, no, look, I can't accept
such a sacrifice from you,

I demand-- I insist that
the novel should be published.

Oh God, I am ruined!

I'm ruined! Ruined!

I'll look after him.

I warned Masha about the Jews.

I begged her not to have
any dealings with them.

But she always held too liberal views.

Am I to understand that
you had a Jewish rival?

Yes.

There was a Iosif Viner,

a rather sketchy character,

another one of those, poets and rebels.

Only to my knowledge, he and Masha
haven't seen each other in over a year,

because the late Tsar, as you know,

wisely ordered all Jews to be
expelled from Moscow.

Mr. Gorelin,

you are free to go.

But please,

don't leave town until
the investigation is concluded.

Let him through.

Thank you.

If you need me,
I'll be at home or at the factory.

S.Ya. LURYE'S
APOTHECARY

There you go.

Good evening, Solomon Yakovlevich.

Anton Andreyevich!

Anton Andreyevich,
what on earth has happened

if you chose to call on
the old Lurie?

What a pleasure to see you.
- Likewise.

Have any of your people
by any chance

arrived in our town lately?

Why would they come here?
Whatever for?

To find trouble?

Me, my profession allows me

to live in Zatonsk or even in Moscow.

But not everyone is lucky
to be an apothecary.

That's true. So, you are absolutely sure
that no one came?

Well, if I were sure of the opposite,

don't you think I would have told you?

Then let me ask you one more question,

and I won't take any more of your time.

We have a ring...

And we would like to know
what the writing on it says.

On the inside.

Can you read it?

Yes.

"Love is strong as death."*
(*Song of Songs 8:6)

This is a wedding ring,
Anton Andreyevich.

It is placed on the bride's finger
at the wedding,

then it is kept her whole life

and passed on to the heirs.

I see.

Bride, you say.

I wonder if it's...

too big for a woman's hand.

It looks like a man's ring, doesn't it?

It is placed on the bride's index finger.

Where did you get it?

It was found at a crime scene.

If you have anything else to tell me,

please, do it without further delay.

For vita somnium breve est.

Life is a brief dream.

Well...

Such is the law,
Yakov Platonovich.

When you stop being
Nezhinskaya's husband,

you will no longer have the right
to have a say in her fate.

And, I'm afraid, you won't be able
to keep the guardianship of the boy either--

since he isn't your son.

I would like to submit a petition.

In view of the accession
of the new emperor to the throne

and my humble merits
in the service of the homeland,

perhaps Nezhinskaya may be pardoned.

Forget it.

If you assume that His Imperial Majesty
Nikolai Aleksandrovich

is softer or wiser than his father,
then you're wrong.

Give up your vain hopes

and don't tarnish yourself
with this patronage.

Nezhinskaya will be exiled
if she recovers,

or she will end her days
in an asylum.

There is no third option.

In that case, I have to
forgo the divorce.

Sorry to have wasted your time.

Goodbye.

Meine liebste Nina,

I have a surprise for you.

Mom?

Yes, this is your mom,
go on, hug her, don't be afraid.

Mommy, I have missed you so much...

Aren't you happy to see your son?

Who is this boy?

Mom, have you forgotten me?

Don't be upset, Volodya.

Your mom is very ill.

But I will cure her
and she will remember you.

Do you want me to show you something?

I hear you are a very bright boy.

You do well at school, don't you?

Yes, I want to be top of my class,

but I have to work on my algebra.

This apparatus can help you.

You know what electricity is, don't you?

Yes, of course.

And do you know

what effect it has on human brain?

It stimulates and develops it.

Electricity increases
mental abilities?

You are a very intelligent boy indeed.

This is exactly what this apparatus
has been designed for.

Do you want to try its effect on yourself?

Of course!

Oh, amazing!

But you have to sit

very, very still, all right?

Can I tell about this apparatus
in the boarding school?

Of course.

You can even make a brief...

report on it.

No! No, no, no!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it! Come here, Volodenka...

Volodenka, Volodenka, my boy...

Mom, do you remember me now?

I never forgot you.
Volodenka...

I'll leave you.

We'll talk later,
meine liebste Nina.

Mommy, I have missed you so much...

Me too, I have missed you so much.

Look how you have grown...
My boy...

My boy... My darling boy...
- I have missed you so much...

So much...

Mademoiselle Mironova!

Anna Viktorovna!

Solomon Yakovlevich, good day.

Good day.
I really need your help.

You see, my nephew Iosif

visited me a few days ago.

He didn't register with the police,
which is, of course, against the rules.

Then again, why would he register

if he only stayed two days
on his way to Odessa?

What happened to him?

They caught up with him in Yaroslavl

and he is being brought here
to be accused of Maria Olshanskaya's murder.

And they will, trust me.

Have you read about the Dreyfus affair?
- Of course.

What grounds do the police
have to arrest him?

Our family ring

was found at the crime scene.

Look, if there is one thing I'm sure of,

it's that Iosif didn't murder anyone.

I understand.
He needs a good lawyer.

I'll talk to my father--
- No, no, no.

I have already written
to Mr. Wolkenstein in St. Petersburg,

I hope he won't say no.

I have a completely different
favor to ask of you.

What is it?

Of course, religion forbids it,

but even the Biblical king Saul
summoned the spirit of prophet Samuel,

so what do you expect
from a poor apothecary?

Please, Anna Viktorovna,

talk to the late Olshanskaya.

After all, she must know
who murdered her!

Spirit of Maria Olshanskaya,
show yourself to me.

Spirit of Maria Olshanskaya,
show yourself to me.

She doesn't want to
come for some reason.

Yes.

Annette?

Why are you sitting alone in the dark?

I was trying to summon the spirit
of Maria Olshanskaya,

but for some reason, she won't come.

Well, if she won't today,
she will tomorrow.

Look.

Look what I've brought for you.

This is Andrey Petrovich's phonograph.

Yes. I've decided to keep it.

There is a recording of
your voice here too, by the way.

I know.

Today is June 6, 1894.

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

This kind of defect happens
because of improper storage.

- I'm going to--
- Wait, wait, wait.
- I'm going to fix it.

I want to speak... But I have no voice.

I have almost no body either.

The bands of hours and days,
weeks and years

are tied together in a tight knot.

It's completely natural in your state.

Annette, this is her posthumous poetry.

Can you imagine what's going to happen
if this is printed?

If this is published?
- Dear uncle, please, let me talk to her.

Who murdered you?

I remember us seeking the end at times,

waiting and believing
the deathful hope...

But death proved to be as empty,

And I am as bored as I was before.

I wonder what she expected to find there.

Quiet, quiet.

Tell me, did your fiance murder you?

He came to me � I don't know who he is.

He encircled me within a ring.
- A ring?

No...

It was Solomon Yakovlevich's
nephew after all...

Branches loom dark against
the moonlit sky...

The river murmurs weakly beneath.

And I am rocking in an airy net,

Far from earth and from heaven.

Maria, your poems are beautiful,

I love them.

But I don't understand.

Could you speak in prose?
- No, no, no, no.

No way, let her speak
the way she feels like speaking.

Uncle.

- Speak in verse, please, you're doing great!
- Uncle!

Tell me, that person who murdered you--

where is that person now?

Where the backwater is quiet,
where the river is silent--

- Why are you sitting in the dark?
- "Where the backwater is quiet"...

Proceed to the dining room.
Dinner is served.

Was it "the river is silent"
or "the river flows"?! I can't remember!

Please...

Please...

So... "Where the backwater is quiet"...
Right? Right.

"Where the river either is silent
or flows"...

Right. What's next?
What was next?

I too would love to know
what was next.

- This is it?
- This is it.

This is it.
- She won't dictate enough
for a new collection.

I actually thought that she was doing it
for this exact purpose.

Well, it's all right.

Not bad as it is.
I'll finish these myself later.

Is this your ring, Mr. Viner?

Yes, it belongs to my family.

In that case,

please, explain how it ended up
in Mr. Gorelin's park,

at the spot where his fiancee,
Maria Olshanskaya, was murdered.

Oh, I don't know.

We took a walk,
it might have fallen out of my pocket.

So, you admit you were
in the park that evening.

Yes, Marie and I took a walk there.

Then I must tell you

that you are the main suspect
in the case of her murder.

You know, Mr. Investigator,

I think you are firmly convinced

that it was I.

I am not prejudiced against Jews,
if that's what you mean.

But you had a motive and an opportunity.

And this is the key evidence,
everything is against you.

I didn't murder her!

Masha!

Masha.

M-Masha, what's the matter--

Masha...

Then why didn't you report
the incident to the police?

Because I was in town illegally.

I would have been immediately
accused of this murder,

and Marie was beyond saving.

You took a wedding ring with you.

Were you going to propose?

Oh, you are so astute.

Yes, I wanted to her leave Gorelin
and go away to America with me.

But she turned you down.

And you murdered her in a fit of rage,
brutally and in cold blood.*
(*I swear that's exactly what he says)

I understand,
you lost control of yourself.

The jury will, of course,
take this into consideration.

You know, Mr. Investigator,

I knew right from the start

that this conversation was pointless.

You will never believe me anyway.

I'm looking for a Mr. Korobeinikov.

It's me.

I read about the mummy case
in the papers.

Very entertaining. It was you
who solved it, wasn't it?

Who are you, sir?

And why are you storming
into my office unannounced?

Vladimir Ulyanov, assistant to
attorney at law Wolkenstein.

I presume this is my defendant
Iosif Viner?

Mikhail Filippovich couldn't come,
he is busy with a trial.

So I will be the one defending you.

Why did you release Gorelin so quickly?

Do you believe he couldn't have
committed the murder?

He couldn't.

The medical examination of the body
shows that

Maria Olshanskaya died

between 5 and 8 p.m.

Take a look.

And Gorelin didn't come home
from the factory until 8 p.m.

And he immediately headed out
into the park, to his fiancee

who, as he believed,
was already his property.

You know, Anton Andreyevich,

in determining the time of death,
half an hour

is a normal margin of error.

- Vladimir... excuse me, your patronymic?
- Ilyich.

Your defendant has just said

Maria was already dead at 5 p.m.,
when he was fleeing from the park.

And you personally saw him fleeing,

not stumbling away on trembling legs?

- There are no witnesses.
- Vladimir Ilyich...

There was a witness.
- All right, all right.

Some man...

Some man, a peasant, I think...

He blocked my way,
I pushed him aside...

Tall, bearded, with a knapsack...

Perhaps... I know
the chances are slim,

but perhaps he saw
who murdered my Masha.

Listen to me, Iosif Davidovich,
this is archi-important*
(*"very important", supposedly one of Lenin's catchwords)

Maybe you remember some
distinguishing mark.

- A mark, a mark...
- Yes, a mark.

Yes! Yes, there was one!
His left hand was missing a finger.

I saw that.
- Right.

Anton Andreyevich, I think that
the entire police force of Zatonsk

must be deployed to search for this witness.

What witness?

The witness your defendant has just
made up to drag out the investigation?

Why would there be a peasant
in Gorelin's park?

You think too small, my dear chap.

I am not your dear chap.

Show some decorum, Mr. Ulyanov.

Otherwise I will have an officer
throw you out of here,

even if you are from the capital
and Wolkenstein's assistant.

I humbly beg your pardon.

And if you need that witness,
find him yourself.

Go. Hurry, hurry!

Tell me, my good man,
where do common folk live in this town?

Common folk?
Well, in the sloboda.

Is it far from here?

- About a half-hour drive, sir.
- Thank you.

STEPAN TERTUS
TEA SHOP

That Ulyanov, Viner's lawyer

has just gotten me riled up.

Why?

Because he is a brash character,
so smug and very unpleasant.

I'm sure he will make
a brilliant career as a lawyer.

Sooner or later, he'll outdo Plevako* himself.
(*the name Plevako (famous lawyer) and the Russian word
for "outdo" used here have the common root meaning "spit")

Forgive the pun.

See, you're making jokes already,
Anton Andreyevich.

Guess what they came up with.

Ulyanov and Viner made up a witness,

claiming he was in Gorelin's park
at the time of the murder.

They described him as
a tall bearded man

and, curiously, without
one finger on the left hand.

You know, Anton Andreyevich,

they didn't make him up.

That witness does exist.

But, unfortunately, he is dead.

ABRACADABRA

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