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THE LANGE CLINIC

Nina. Look who is here to see you.

Hello, darling.

Do you recognize him?

Yes.

I do.

Very good.

What is his name?

I don’t know.

Why did you say that you knew him?

Professor said I knew him,

so I recognized him.

What is this?

What are these burns on her temples?

Don’t worry, Mr. Shtolman.

These are from the electric treatment.

Electrodes are placed on the patients’ temples,

and an electric discharge is released.

I’m familiar with this barbaric method.

You’re mistaken.

It’s the most progressive and very efficient method.

You have to trust me, Mr. Shtolman, if you want your wife to get better.

It’s torture.

In the future, please inform me of any treatment method

you’re going to try.

I forbid you to apply them without my written permission.

Whatever you say.

So the judge looks around the courtroom,

notices that the defendant is asleep,

and booms:

“Defendant, please wake up!

You aren’t at an Italian opera.”

Mr. Verner, so you are...

a servant of Themis.

Yes.

I used to be a prosecutor,

but I retired five years ago.

Now I enjoy quiet family life.

Daddy, daddy, I went sledging!

Zoya, darling, I’m busy.

Let’s get to business, Mr. Kliuyev.

I’d be happy to buy your house

if we agree on the sum.

Yes, Lev Lvovich. It’s a deal.

This house is meant for a man with a big family,

not a loner like myself.

You said you were leaving Zatonsk. Why?

I grew bored with it.

Well...

Good luck at the new place.

Thank you.

Shall we sign the deed?

ALEKSANDRA NIKIFOROVA

DMITRIY FRID

SERGEY DRUZYAK

IRINA SIDOROVA ANDREY RYKLIN

BORIS KHVOSHNIANSKY ANDREY LUKYANOV

YULIYA TAKSHINA MAKSIM RADUGIN

NIKOLAY DENISOV YURI VNUKOV

ELENA POLYAKOVA

WRITTEN BY IVAN LIUBENKO

CHIEF WRITER - ANNA RULEVSKAYA

DIRECTED BY VITALIY BORDACHIOV

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY - ANTON KOSTROMIN

MUSIC BY ANTON SILAYEV

PRODUCERS - NIKITA SHUMAKOV, VITALIY BORDACHIOV

ANNA PAVLOVSKAYA, PAVEL BABIN, VLAD RIASHIN

DETECTIVE ANNA SEASON 2

EPISODE 35 THE INVENTOR OF DEATH

You know, I’m going to miss you. A lot.

We’ll be seeing each other in St. Petersburg.

Yes, definitely.

By the way, it has been a while...

yes, a while since we had fun in St. Petersburg.

Do you remember?

I believe it would make you

a world of good right now.

Can I ask you, Andrey Petrovich,

about the reason of your hurried departure?

It is somehow connected with Anna, isn’t it?

Isn’t it about her?

I brought you a letter from her last week.

May I ask what was in it?

Her consent to marry me.

And still you’re leaving!

Oh.

She has changed your mind.

No, I have.

Her neurotic attachment to this Shtolman...

I can’t fight it.

Aren’t you giving up too soon, Andrey Petrovich?

I saw her kissing him passionately in the park...

the next day after agreeing to become my wife.

Well, that’s just what women are like.

They can only love men who treat them badly.

Save him.

Save whom?

Olga Matveyevna, did your husband keep a revolver

or any other weapon at home?

No, he didn’t.

You said earlier that you had heard a shot.

Or maybe a crack. I’m not sure.

A crack, you say.

Doctor, what do you say?

Anton Andreyevich, I think it’s obvious.

- His death was caused by... - Case shot?

Yes, case shot.

Here.

Gentlemen...

Hello.

Olga Matveyevna, my condolences.

Thank you.

If you don’t have any more question, please excuse me.

I have to tell my children.

Of course.

Anton Andreyevich, please explain what happened here.

I think it was a bomb.

- A bomb? - Yes.

It was dropped from the roof, through the chimney.

So it was a premeditated murder.

Yes.

My theory is that there were at least two culprits.

One was watching the windows - the curtains were open -

and the other was waiting for a signal on the roof.

After Mr. Verner had sat down in the armchair

in front of the fireplace,

the perpetrator on the roof saw the signal and dropped the bomb.

And this is the result.

Poor Verner.

We were friends once.

We must find his killer.

You have been away for a week.

I was very busy in St. Petersburg.

Any news?

No good news, I’m afraid.

In spite of the professor’s efforts,

Nezhinskaya’s state hasn’t changed.

Maybe it’s for the best.

She is better off at the hospital than in prison.

But it means you and I will never be together.

Yakov Platonovich,

we would have been together for ages

if you had told me the truth.

I wouldn’t even think about asking you to live with me unmarried,

challenging the public opinion like this.

Are you prepared to desert me for the sake of the public opinion?

I can’t live without you.

So don’t.

Better think of a way for us to live together.

This isn’t milk.

Caustic lime.

They bottled it and planted it at the door.

Good, what ungodly man could have done it to her?

God, this is so horrible.

So horrible. Poor Akulina.

Wait.

Did you know the victim?

Who didn’t? Akulina Porfiryevna, our midwife.

She helped dozens of babies come into this world, including mine two.

Do you know who delivered her milk?

Our milkman Afanasiy.

We all buy milk from him.

He usually comes at around eight.

Afanasiy... Thank you.

Take him to Milts. Don’t just stand here!

Chernyshev, follow me.

God...

Good morning, Mr. Kliuyev.

Good morning, Mr. Shtolman.

What brings you here at this early hour?

My duty, if you can believe it.

Sun raises and sets...

Are you all right?

Yes. No reason to worry.

People tend to hoard unnecessary things.

I’m decluttering.

Besides, I have sold the house.

- To Mr. Verner, if I’m not mistaken. - Exactly.

He was killed last night.

I’m questioning everyone who has met with him lately.

Killed?

You sound pleased.

I never liked him.

He was an unpleasant man.

But it is no reason to want him dead.

Excuse me.

How long had you been with him?

No more than an hour.

We signed the deed, I took the money and left.

Did he mention fearing for his life?

Maybe hinted at it?

Quite the opposite.

He was full of himself

and his sense of superiority,

like all gentlemen of his kind.

What do you mean?

Verner...

was a corrupted prosecutor.

I haven’t seen anyone brownnosing his superiors as fervently as he did.

People of this persuasion aren’t a rarity these days, Mr. Kliuyev.

Thank you. Believe me...

I wish you every luck wherever you’re going.

Please don’t hold a grudge against me.

"Gaudium mundi."

So Verner’s servants and neighbors didn’t see anything, did they?

No, but it isn’t surprising.

It was dark.

There should be some clues left on the roof, though.

But there weren’t?

The caretaker had cleaned the roof.

It was snowing. Big flakes of snow...

It’s annoying.

Nikolay Vasilyevich, don’t you think Mr. Verner’s murder

was a revenge for a harsh sentence?

Impossible.

Lev Lvovich always asked for a milder sentence

than the law provided for.

That’s why he lost his job. He was too soft.

Strange. Mr. Kliuyev thought he was quite a tyrant.

He must have been confused or lying.

You said it yourself: sometimes people change.

That’s true.

I haven’t se en Verner for a while.

Our ways had parted.

Anton Andreyevich, what about that accident

with the midwife on Fruktovaya?

- I’m afraid it wasn’t an accident. - Oh?

Akulina was murdered.

Yakov Platonovich, take a look.

I found something.

Here.

What is it?

- Letters. - Yes, but what letters?

Do you believe it’s a coincidence?

Gentlemen, I understand you two share some secrets,

but maybe you could enlighten

the head of the local police?

Rebushinsky keeps writing to Viktor,

demanding that he gave his wife a divorce.

It proves that he is having an affair with Mrs. Mironova.

I heard they became close after my brother had left his family.

This is very fortunate!

Viktor could accuse his wife of adultery

and easily get a divorce and the right to remarry.

But he really doesn’t want to hear about it.

Yelizaveta Gavrilovna,

my brother shares the prejudice

of all people of our kind.

He would never tarnish his wife’s name.

What am I to do?

I’m desperate.

Can I ask you something?

Why do you even want my brother?

You are surrounded by all these men, deserving men,

who might be dreaming

to win your favors.

Your hands are cold.

Piotr Ivanovich,

don’t beat around the bushes.

In love, my dear Yelizaveta Gavrilovna,

silence is more eloquent than words.

You think your Whirlpool

killed the midwife?

What are we supposed to think?

Korostyliova didn’t have any enemies.

And these letters are his calling card.

Where did I hear this name?

Here. Korostyliova... Akulina.

Seven years ago she was accused of performing an abortion.

Thank you.

Please wait for me here.

My orders are to follow you everywhere.

It’s a personal conversation. Are you going to listen?

If you insist, ma’am.

Thank you so much.

Andrey Petrovich.

No one came out to meet me. Where is your valet?

I let him go.

I came to return the ring.

- Keep it. I don’t want it. - No.

A day will come when you give it to a woman you fall in love with.

Do you think I will gamble my heart again?

Andrey Petrovich.

I’m sorry.

I shouldn’t have done it. I hurt you badly, and I’m sorry.

Are you done?

You can go now.

No. I’m not.

A spirit came to me last night. A woman.

She had a pendant with a ruby just like this one.

Really?

I think it has something to do with you.

I see.

You said you had spent six months in Spain,

and that woman definitely was Spanish.

And you thought she was my mistress,

only because she had a ruby pendant.

It’s not just that. She said, “Save him.”

This woman or whatever she said have nothing to do with me.

Andrey Petrovich,

you don’t look good.

I think you’re ill.

Shtolman is married.

He’ll abandon you.

Come with me.

I know I owe you,

but don’t you dare insult Shtolman in my presence.

I’m sorry.

Miss Gabi Nicolaescu killed herself with cyanide.

A bottle of "Stellera chamaejasme" tincture

was found at her hotel room.

It’s widely used to abort pregnancy.

The postmortem confirmed a recent miscarriage.

Why was Korostyliova accused?

Miss Nicolaescu visited her three days before she died.

However, Korostyliova denied selling her the tincture.

She claimed the lady came to her only to confirm her pregnancy.

How sad.

The midwife did the lady a favor, and she went and kill herself.

A favor? What are you talking about? It’s a criminal offence.

Anton Andreyevich, I have always believed it a woman’s personal business.

Besides, the court acquitted the midwife.

She had been working all this time.

In fact, there was no trial.

Prosecutor Verner closed the case for lack of evidence.

So the two murders might be connected.

That’s what I’m trying to tell you.

One murder after another,

and you still believe Whirlpool has nothing to do with it.

Whirlpool believes that childbirth is evil.

He should have rewarded Korostyliova

for what she had done, not kill her.

- But the letters might mean... - What?

"Gaudium mundi, nova stella caeli, procreans solem."

The opening words of one of the main Catholic hymns.

"Gaudium mundi." Joy of the world.

Miss Nikonescu was a foreigner and maybe a Catholic.

Do you believe it’s the family’s revenge?

In any case, we need to investigate.

I’ll find out who she was and where she came from.

Interesting.

Thank you, my friend.

Piotr.

Viktor? God...

What a surprise.

Listen.

Why don’t we go to Golubtsov right now?

Have dinner, drink some wine.

- I’d love to. - Well?

Viktor, I can’t.

Besides, isn’t it too late?

Shouldn’t you be home? Liza must be worried.

Did you have to remind me? Let’s go.

Brother, wait.

I’m really happy for you.

I’m happy you’re enjoying the beauties of life.

Who is she?

Tell me. I want to know.

What are you talking about?

- Who is she? - Who is who?

Oh God,

Listen, I didn’t...

You were meeting with a lady, weren’t you?

Who is she?

I was meeting a client.

Is that so?

That’s right. That’s right. Always deny it.

Even if you were caught red-handed.

When do you meet next time?

With the client, I mean.

The day after tomorrow at 2 p.m.

The day after tomorrow?

Cancel the meeting.

Cancel it and come home unexpectedly

at one.

No, at half past one.

All right. What for?

Don’t ask me questions.

Believe me, it’s important. For you, in the first place.

Just do it.

Do you regret...

what happened...

between us?

Not for one second.

But aren’t we making a mistake?

You know about my past now.

I don’t want to hear about it.

I used to be different.

Like all girls, I dreamed about love...

and marriage.

I wanted to be pure for the man

I walk down the aisle with.

It didn’t happen like that.

But your love...

it gave my dreams back to me.

This is stupid. Forgive me.

No, you’re right.

I want everything to be like in your dream.

The church, the wedding, the white dress.

We won’t see each other for a week before the wedding.

I can’t wait!

Soon.

You think?

I can feel it.

I can’t live without you.

- Doctor. - Yes?

When did you last see Mr. Kliuyev?

A week ago, maybe ten days.

Is something wrong?

I visited him yesterday. I didn’t like the state he was in.

Really?

What do you think? What’s your diagnosis?

A nervous breakdown, maybe psychosis.

Nonsense. I think this is much simpler than that.

He is a man. He could have had too much to drink.

Alcohol intoxication.

- What happened? - Doctor, help!

I’m burning inside as if I swallowed a knife.

- What did you have to eat today? - Nothing.

And yesterday?

Anna Viktorovna, the emetic.

I’ll take the chocolates with me. We need to analyze the ingredients.

- Did you master have anything else to eat? - No, he didn’t have time.

They don’t sell them in Zatonsk, do they?

They were sent to him yesterday.

- By whom? - I don’t know.

People used to send him presents every day.

He was an important man.

What did the important man do for living?

He was a cashier at the county theater.

He arrived yesterday on vacations.

An important man indeed.

What the hell?

It’s not hell, doctor.

It’s powdered glass that was added to his food.

What was it he had eaten?

There was nothing...

Anna Viktorovna.

Anna Viktorovna!

Do we have company?

Doctor, can you extract the rest of the glass?

All of it?

Yes.

Do you know how much time it will take?

What do you need it for?

Truth be told, I’m not sure I understand it myself.

Do you mind if I do it?

Mr. Tregubov is here to see you.

Tregubov?

Show him in.

Come in, sir.

Nikolay Vasilyevich?

Olga Matveyevna.

We only met in passing yesterday.

I hope you don’t mind me coming back

to offer my condolences.

No, not at all. I am glad to hear it.

I’m investigating the case.

Had Lev...

Lev Lvovich ever mentioned the Korostyliova case?

No. I don’t think so.

Does the name Gabi Nicolaescu ring the bell?

Not at all.

I have reasons to believe that your husband’s death

was somehow connected with that case.

Many years have passed, but I hoped you might remember something.

I remember everything, Kolia.

Let’s stop pussyfooting around.

Thirteen years.

Yalta, June.

Your white lace umbrella.

Two weeks of absolute happiness.

“Drawing my portrait on the sand with your bare foot...”

Please don’t.

No poetry.

You haven’t changed at all.

Nonsense.

Believe me, I was watching you

every time I saw you in the street.

Yes.

Lev could never understand why you didn’t come visit us

when you were transferred to Zatonsk.

Were you happy with him?

He was a good husband.

Well, I should go.

Wait.

Sit down. There is...

There is something important I need to tell you.

- What is it? - This?

Grounded ruby.

It was in Rtishchev’s food.

Isn’t it a very expensive way to murder someone?

I don’t know.

Ask a jeweler.

What is this?

What is it?

Carmen?

Wait.

Your grounded ruby is probably in the chocolates.

Rtishchev ate a few this morning and...

I brought them to Aleksandr Frantsevich for examination.

Carmen!

The girl spirit who came to me was dressed as Carmen.

A singer, a Spaniard. She asked me to save him.

She probably meant Rtishchev.

A Spaniard?

Seven years ago a Gabi Nicolaescu

killed herself at the local hotel.

Her body was taken away after the postmortem.

This morning I received a reply to my requests.

There is no woman under this name in the district archive.

I know someone you should talk to about this.

But...

Are you sure...

I wouldn’t say it if I weren’t.

Grisha was born exactly nine months after I came back from Yalta.

I had to bribe the midwife

so that she told my husband that the baby was premature.

These midwives.

Aren’t you happy that you have a son?

I’m overwhelmed. I...

I don’t know what to say.

Why didn’t you say something before?

I had to stay silent while Lev was alive.

But now I’ve decided that you have the right to know the truth.

Well...

Olia.

What is this?

Oh, this.

I must say I’m not quite sure.

I found it among my husband’s correspondence.

You came to the right place,

but I’m not telling you anything

until you close the case against Anna Viktorovna.

You know this case is just a formality.

Nobody is going to go to court with it.

Why did you need to open it in the first place?

I can’t tell you... yet.

But your cooperation would be most valuable

to the investigation.

By the way, it was Anna Viktorovna has advised me to talk to you.

So the name Gabi Nicolaescu doesn’t mean anything to you?

Not at all.

And Gabriella Mirani?

These good-for-nothings.

Wait!

What...

What the hell? What are you doing?

It’s not sugar. I mean it is but... It’s evidence.

If it’s evidence,

what is it doing on your desk?

- Is this how you treat evidence? - I’m sorry.

The cashier of the county theater Rtishchev was killed.

There was no ground ruby in the chocolates.

Sugar! We forgot all about it.

We haven’t checked it yet.

You’re driving me crazy.

What chocolates? What cashier?

What ground ruby?

Look, Nikolay Vasilyevich.

Here it is.

And you almost ate it.

I’ll be damned.

THE INVENTOR OF DEATH