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Headache from the underworld hath gone forth,

issuing from the abode of Bel.

Rushing Lamashtu, granting no rest, nor giving kindly sleep.

It is the sickness of night and day,

Whose shape is that of a demon, whose shape is as the Whirlwind.

Its appearance is as the darkening heavens.

One,

two,

three,

four, five.

Ready or not, here I come.

ANNA, THE DETECTIVE

MEDICAL PRIVACY EPISODE 35

What I completely don't understand is the new...

new infatuation with the exotic.

Assyrian, Egyptian, Sumerian mages... That's macabre.

But table tipping isn't macabre or exotic, of course.

Just boring and banal.

Don't even start. You know perfectly well I meant something else. Or don't you?

Uncle, really, what do you have against the Sumerians?

He's defending the honor of all of European occultism.

Come on... seriously.

I'm talking about the impostors who call themselves mages.

I think I know what he's talking about. It's Ulla, Countess Uvarova's companion.

Came here two weeks ago from St Petersburg.

Exactly. Charlatans of all kinds are rushing to our naive province.

Trying to become famous here. Well...

Uncle is nervous because she wasn't interested in him.

And she's a feminist, too.

You know what she calls herself?

An apprentice of the Sumerian and Akkadian Mages Guild. How's that?

I'll be. What a foul mix, feminism and magic.

-Actually, Ulla is a progressive woman. -Really now?

Open to new experiences.

What is it, my dear? You look terrified.

A boy just came running. He says the countess...

What?

She murdered her, that one staying with her.

The name she had, too! Lula.

They're saying she killed her with magic last night.

This is something satanic. Black candle wax...

Looks like some strange ritual.

I know the countess suffered from a migraine.

She could have died from an attack.

-Did you know her? -Yes. She was my patient.

-May I? -Please.

What's this? What is this macrame?

Apilary patterns like this, but much larger,

appear on the human body after it has been hit with a lightning.

But this isn't enough.

Well, you aren't trying to say that the countess lit her candles, sat down,

and then got hit by a lightning, do you? The windows are intact.

One could arrive at utter absurdities thinking like that.

On the way to the absurd, doctor, one sometimes reveals the truth.

Do you read palms?

Yakov Platonovich, I'm a doctor, not a chiromancer.

I see no signs of violence.

Everything else, after an in-depth examination.

Yes.

Sir, you can't come in.

I'm a doctor. My name is Klizubov.

Countess Uvarova is my patient. I just arrived in a train.

Sorry, doctor. Orders not to let anyone in.

Look, you don't understand. Countess Uvarova is my patient.

I understand. It can't happen.

-Do you have a boss? -Yes. They're in the house.

But civilians can't come in. Categorically.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

The countess visited us a lot after her husband's death.

She was a strange woman, of course, but I think she was very lonely.

And miserable, despite her wealth.

Well, then. The police must be there already.

It's time for me to go, too.

-What for? -What do you have to do with it?

During her last visit, the countess asked me to be the executor of her will.

She didn't trust lawyers from the capital very much,

so her will is in our safe.

You never told me about it.

Honey, I didn't think you wanted to know about all my clients.

When there is no object for jealousy, people get jealous of your work.

Pyotr Ivanovich, I hope that was a bad joke.

This conversation is getting strange. I'm going to the garden.

During my last visit,

I recommended her to take less opium and use other remedies.

Maybe she did her strange rituals in a narcotic trance and died in the process?

The servant says a box of jewels is missing. Very expensive.

A robbery with mysticism involved? Curious.

So work on that.

And deliver the body to my morgue when you're done inspecting.

By the way, I got this idea.

You say this case has to do with the occult.

Maybe it makes sense to invite Anna Viktorovna?

As an expert on talking to the underworld. What do you think?

I'm not opposed.

Besides, Anna Viktorovna's participation may reveal additional clues.

Or lead us deeper into studying the countess's magic rituals.

I was reading an ancient incantation from Sumerian

and Akkadian magic for headaches.

Out of a book from the Third Dynasty of Ur.

-Was the countess with you? -Her physical presence is not needed.

You didn't leave the room?

I left to the astral plane. I remember nothing else.

Nice wine for the astral plane. Pricy. French.

A present from the countess. She doesn't drink herself.

I mean, she didn't.

Yakov Platonovich, I need to talk to you urgently.

Good afternoon, Viktor Ivanovich. What happened?

I'm here as the executor of late Uvarova's will.

Nothing happens in Zatonsk without your presence.

-Excuse me. -We will continue when I'm back.

Miltz, my colleague. What a pleasant surprise.

-I'm sorry... Mr Klizubov? -Yes.

To be perfectly honest, you're the last person

I expected to see here.

What brings you, a doctor from the capital, to this backwater?

Did you know that Uvarova was my patient? I'm here on an invitation from her.

Just got off the train here. I wanted a change of scenery, you know?

Yes, yes. A breath of fresh air.

Yes. And then a tragedy like this...

-I got here when she was already dead. -Yes.

What happened, in fact?

The countess was in decent health. Except her migraines.

I can't tell you anything specific.

Colleague, would you alive me to be present at the autopsy?

After all, I treated her for the last two years.

Well, if the police allow it, I don't mind.

-Excuse me, my patients are waiting. -Yes.

All the best.

What do you mean, an autopsy is impossible?

Uvarova's will forbids violating her body's integrity,

under any circumstances.

We're probably dealing with a murder. We need to determine the cause of death.

I'm sorry, Yakov Platonovich.

-This is nonsense! -Nonsense or not, that was her will.

Listen, was her companion Ulla mentioned in the will?

Yakov Platonovich, you know

I can't disclos the contents of her will yet.

Please excuse me.

I have to warn Dr Miltz, he's already preparing for an autopsy.

-He doesn't know her will. -I won't keep you any longer.

Good day. You're here to see your father, I take it? I'll get out of your way.

-What are you doing here? -I came to support Ulla.

You've heard what people are saying yourself.

They're ready to burn her at the stake, like a witch.

-Look, I don't want you to... -By the way, they call me a witch, too.

And they're ready to burn me, too. Has it ever occurred to you?

Dad, please. A couple of minutes and I'll come out to you.

All right? Come on. Come on, I'll be very quick, just a few minutes.

And I'll be right out, you have my word.

The countess was ready to do anything to get rid of her ailment.

I don't know what came into her head!

Ms Tomkute, I have to arrest you pending an investigation.

This man will escort you to the station.

You can take the book with you.

May I ask on what grounds?

Anna Viktorovna, I decide who to arrest and on what grounds here. Take her away.

-Are you all right? -I'll manage.

I just haven't been feeling well since that night.

Of course, you started a witch hunt right away.

The norm for you materialists.

I wasn't against your participation, but if you'll talk down and moralize...

No thanks.

Right, right, right...

Ma chere, what's on your nimble mind?

I saw Countess Uvarova.

And her head was lit like with St Elm's fire.

-The countess... Her spirit? -Yes, I was in her room.

She frightened me and, as usual, didn't explain anything.

Didn't your Dad frighten you, too?

He must have been livid when he saw you there.

Uncle! You too?

I tried to summon the countess in our house, inside my room.

It didn't work. Do you know why?

I think Ulla was performing some awful ritual

at the moment of her death,

and it desecrated the spirit.

So I can only summon the countess in her house?

May I ask, my dear, what medicine you prescribed to Uvarova?

I thought the countess took too much opium,

so I recommended bromide in various mixtures to her.

Well, and poison nut extract.

That's a daring solution, I must say. Progressive.

May I remind you that this "progressive" solution, as you put it,

is well known and has been described in many medical publications?

Yes. Did you know the effect of bromide hasn't been studied very well?

And it could cause poisoning.

So you're trying to say I poisoned the countess?

Not at all. The countess may have overdosed herself.

Gentlemen, stop that.

Better tell me about the pattern in the temple area.

It's completely possible that it's from her burst blood vessels.

And strong nausea caused by Dr Miltz's medicine could lead to a brain hemorrhage.

What are you talking about?

Maybe you're going to say that it's Dr Miltz's fault that the countess

was found dead, lying on her table?

Did you know that the countess could have been in a state of temporary insanity?

Caused by overdosing on opium, and also her companion's shaman business.

-Did you know her? -Ulla? Yes. A typical hanger-on.

I wouldn't even be surprised to see her name in the will.

Yes...

Listen, how about we perform a craniotomy?

And then we might discover signs of physical impact on the brain.

Unfortunately, we can't do that because the countess forbade us from

disturbing her noble body.

Can we at least do a detailed external examination?

Yes, of course. Let's do that. Doctor.

Yakov Platonovich, I think that after such serious accusations leveled at me

by Mr Klizubov, I just have no right to take part in the investigation.

Moreover, I think I should be taken off the case as a potential suspect.

You're no suspect, are you, Aleksandr Frantzevich?

No one is going to take you off the case.

And we'll invite Dr Klizubov as an expert. If you don't mind.

No, no, and no! It is becoming an obsession.

Breaking into other people's houses, what is this?

Besides, your father told me strictly to keep you from reckless actions.

And what did I do?

Well, I need to know whether Ulla is guilty. And I can do that if...

No. Just no. I'm not going to help you with this.

I pass. And deciding whether or not Ulla is guilty is up to the court.

I think she's just talentless. She did a magic ritual and here you go,

something irrevocable happened.

-Mate. -What do you mean, mate?

Checkmate.

So what do you say, gentlemen?

There are no signs of violence on her body, her head.

Excellent conclusion, Mr Klizubov.

And concerning the nature of the capillary patterns,

I think it's due to the peripheral irradiation of a migraine.

Or chemical effect.

And I think that the nature of this physiological phenomenon

is simply impossible to determine at the moment.

Gentlemen, but the fact of her death can be considered absolute and definite?

Certainly.

I can't act as a lawyer for Ulla Tomkute. That's a breach of ethics.

Why not?

Because she's suspected of involuntary manslaughter of my client.

All right, then. But could you give her a chance at acquitting herself?

How would she do that, pray tell?

She could enter into a trance. Yes. And remember something in that state.

Dad, we need to do that experiment.

But you understand that I can't ask for something like that. It's pointless.

But I want to restore justice.

My daughter, everyone's got their own justice.

-But the law is the same for all. -The law is the same for all.

Will you help me?

What if it's a ritualistic killing? I've read about them.

And what is the point of such a ritual, in your opinion?

I don't know.

Maybe some sect decided to sacrifice the countess.

They tried to summon her spirit but stole her jewels instead?

Yakov Platonovich, someone else could have grabbed the jewels.

What about Anna Viktorovna?

I know she's been there. Has she talked to you?

She did. She had a long talk with me.

Did she? What about?

Viktor Ivanovich... Sit down.

Don't you think the favor you're asking sounds strange?

Nikolai Vasilyevich, let's say this isn't a favor,

it's a proposal for an investigative experiment.

Investigative experiment?

I think this investigative experiment reeks of superstition, wouldn't you say?

Think about it. That's the only chance for your suspect to explain herself.

Why should we listen to her explanations?

And then I think the lady isn't exactly sane.

Nikolai Vasilyevich, give her a chance. It's a psychological experiment.

No mysticism.

A chance...

This is all so strange.

I can't. I don't have enough energy.

Besides, the countess's ettemu demands I leave it in peace.

But you saw it? The countess's spirit... I mean, ettemu.

I did... But it was very dim.

Well, maybe you heard it?

And it told you the cause of Uvarova's death?

There is always only one reason: Bel's will.

You and your shaman business gave the countess a heart attack.

The countess's aura needed to be cleansed.

That's nonsense. I'm sorry, but that is complete nonsense.

It's mumbo jumbo.

You muddied her head with your mysticism. "Bel's will."

Be cautious about your accusations. You will bring disaster upon yourself.

Why should I be listening to this nonsense?

The higher powers will punish you.

Look, how about we stop right here?

My head is killing me. I need to take my drops.

Your drops made the countess have frequent attacks. And bloody vomit.

-What are you talking about? -What I saw myself!

Ask the servant, she'll confirm it.

In fact, that's possible.

Yakov Platonovich, it is completely obvious that this charlatan

has to do with Countess Uvarova's death.

The murder happened during an occult ritual.

It's not that simple, Nikolai Vasilyevich.

Enough complications and guessing and predictions.

Close the case. We're riling up the community too much.

But there is no solid evidence of the suspect's guilt.

Then find it, my good man, find it.

Besides, Ulla confirmed Dr Klizubov's suggestions.

About the negative effect from the medicine prescribed by Dr Miltz.

Please understand, she'll gladly shift her guilt onto anyone else.

But who are we supposed to believe? A famous doctor or an unknown charlatan?

I agree. But any fact needs evidence.

We've already collected all the medicine from the countess's house

and sent it to St Petersburg for an examination.

Wonderful. Wonderful! Quick work.

Let us wait for the results. And then we'll switch to actions.

Yakov Platonovich, the uncertainty is stressful.

Don't drag it out, my good man!

We're trying.

Anna Viktorovna, are you trying to help Ulla spiritually connect

with a ghost that nobody can see? You're trying in vain, she can't hear it.

The experiment failed.

Are you rejoicing?

No. To be honest, I never expected any wonders from her.

But you probably are expecting her to take the blame, aren't you?

I have never put anybody behind bars just to close the case.

Good day.

The effect of bromide hasn't been studied very well?

And strong nausea caused by Dr Miltz's medicine could lead to a brain hemorrhage.

Your drops made the countess have frequent attacks. And bloody vomit.

So you're trying to say I poisoned the countess?

Freeze, you bastard, or I'll shoot!

Easy, easy, Sinelnikov. What are you yelling for?

I'm sorry, Yakov Platonovich. Didn't recognize you.

I thought you had gone to sleep somewhere quiet.

How could I? You ordered me to watch the house. I know my orders.

So tell me, what's with that servant? Did it work?

Sure did. When she left the house, I put a quick fellow on her.

He tailed her.

You don't like running around yourself?

So where did she go, what did she do?

First she went around the market. You know, buying food.

And then she went to see Selivan the jeweler.

The jeweler, then? What did she need there?

I can't say, but according to the boy, she was there a long time.

Tell you what, tell the boy to follow her tomorrow, too.

-Should we arrest her, maybe? -What for?

It's all right. We'll wait. Maybe she'll lead us somewhere.

Don't worry, Yakov Platonovich. We'll do it.

Look, there's something I don't get. Why is that Englishman so important to them?

There's nothing interesting about him. I think we're wasting our time here.

What do you think?

Let's go to Shtolman, refuse this assignment.

Enough is enough, we've worked off our debt to him.

Done enough field surveillance.

Let's go. Let's go there. Come on.

-My good man. -What?

You're going to scare all the animals away.

I could hear you from a verst off.

What can I do? I really have to.

What's the problem? Did you get a cold? It's summer, isn't it?

Damned fog.

I got hit with a fog a week ago, been coughing ever since.

Can't breathe, either.

Fog? What fog?

What, you haven't heard?

There's a poisonous fog moving around the woods.

Have you seen dead birds lying around, and small animals?

I've seen it. I thought it was a blight.

It's the fog. The fog. God knows where it comes from.

But people say that wherever it appears, the soldiers do, too.

-Soldiers, you say? -Soldiers.

Annette. Annette, what's wrong? You weren't yourself at breakfast, and...

-I went to Uvarova's house last night. -Oh, no.

And I saw her. She was calling me!

Why do you think that? What for? What would she need you for?

Well, I suppose she wants to tell me what really happened.

Maybe it was just a regular old ghost.

There's no shortage of them around here, in old houses.

I must get into her room.

Annette, quit that. You must do no such thing.

-Are you coming with me? -No!

But Uncle, I'm afraid to go alone.

It's not even funny anymore. It's not.

I'm not going anywhere, and I'm not letting you go.

But Uncle...

Annette, I'm being absolutely serious. You're not going anywhere. No.

Why does everybody keeps saying that, like Shtolman? "No, no, no..."

I'm trying to save an innocent woman, but no one will let me for some reason!

Annette, let the police handle it! Come on...

We're on your side, Doctor. And if I have to - God forbid, of course -

I am ready to defend you in court completely free of charge.

Viktor Ivanovich, I am very grateful. That's extremely generous of you.

It's a misunderstanding. I tell you, it'll get cleared up in a matter of days.

Yakov Platonovich, as a suspect, I must be arrested and put under guard immediately.

Arrested? Under guard? What the hell are you talking about?

Any suspect can escape, after all.

Destroy evidence, meddle with the investigation, after all.

Leave that to me.

I want my innocence to be proven following all the rules and procedures.

-Don't doubt it, doctor. -Only then can my reputation be restored.

Trust me, I will find the real killer. And now excuse me, gentlemen.

I have to go.

You must come with me.

A person's life depends on it! A woman's life!

Please, Anna Viktorovna. I refuse to do it behind Shtolman's back.

-He'll take me off the case. -He won't. He won't have the time.

Once I'm inside the countess's house, I'll know who killed her right away.

What if there is no killer? Maybe it was an accident.

Anton Andreievich, I tell you there definitely is one.

And you and I could discover his name. Do you understand?

-Anna Viktorovna. -Yes?

Is it me or are you talking my assistant into another crazy scheme?

I was just asking Anton Andreievich to help me. In a personal matter.

Anna, for God's sake, don't be a child.

Korobeinikov! Get to work. Let's go, gentlemen.

Mr Klizubov!

Can I have a word?

Georgiy Ilyich, if you don't mind. How can I be of use? Mademoiselle...

Mironova. I'm the daughter of Mironov the lawyer.

-Pleased to meet you. -I intend to prove Ulla's innocence.

-Your Ulla is a very complicated woman. -Yes, but she didn't kill the countess.

Or do you have a different opinion on this matter?

Well, let's put it this way: she had a reason to want her dead.

You see, I can find out exactly what happened there.

But for that, I need your help.

Well, I'll be happy to help.

What I'm about to tell you may sound... a little strange.

But I have no one else to ask.

Well, how are you feeling? I suppose you're reading Alice.

Very well. This book is like medicine for you.

I think this is my last visit to you.

Yes, yes. The knyaz is firing me.

No. Why?

Why... Because I'm a bad doctor.

No, good! Good.

No need for this. No need for treat me. Need for you.

You said, it is like medicine.

Book about Alice. It is really medicine.

I treat you. I... It's English, I translate.

"Speak more clearly," say Worm strictly.

"How do you intend I understand you?"

"I not understand me myself, sir," say Alice.

"Because appears I am not I. See what appears?"

It's a valuable item. Antique. She wanted to know its value.

Please.

-Come across that one before? -The servant?

-No, the brooch. -Of course.

The deceased would always show me her treasure. Every item.

And she was interested in their value, too.

-Really? Was she going to sell them? -Yes, some of it.

She didn't trust the jewelers in the capital,

and she was right. They cheat.

Did she explain why she had the countess's brooch?

The servant did.

Said the item was her heirloom, and the countess's will says so.

Right. How could she know her will?

The countess told her, apparently.

Why such a valuable reward?

I suppose the countess was afraid of dying alone,

so she promised this valuable brooch

to her servant to keep her from leaving.

I wonder how much all of the countess's jewels cost. At least approximately.

Something like this.

Why did she keep such valuable stuff in her house?

Practically in plain view.

Why in plain view? The box was usually kept in my safe.

-Is it there now? -No.

The countess would take it from time to time

when she went to some dinner.

Just like this time.

Look, I don't want Anna to continue her involvement with that charlatan's case.

I understand you perfectly, but you see, Annette has her own reasons.

She's curious about her capabilities.

That Ulla didn't show any capabilities. But harm to the countess...

I wouldn't discount that possibility.

-So what do you suggest? -I suggest you talk to Anna.

Why should she be trying to defend

a person she knows absolutely nothing about?

Viktor, my friend,

you know that if Anna's decided to do something, well...

Even I am powerless.

Although, of course, she could never find a better advisor.

Well, all right, all right. I'll look after her, I promise. I will.

Where was the box on that day, the day of her death?

Here. The second drawer.

How come you have the brooch, then?

-The countess left it to me. -Where are the other jewels?

I don't know! That afternoon, they were where they should be. Here.

I mean, before... Before her death. And then they were gone.

-How come the brooch wasn't? -Well, I... I took it in secret.

So I could play with it that night. It's going to be mine, anyway.

It'll be yours when they read her will. If such a clause exists in it.

But you took it when the countess was still alive.

Was it theft, then?

I didn't steal it! I was going to put it back!

I just took it to play with it!

-Where is the box? -I don't know.

I swear, this is idiotic.

I, a doctor with a lot of experience, and... you see, I have to justify myself.

And to whom? To Klizubov.

He sneered at me so hard! Who does he think he is, that Klizubov?

And the countess is another one. Deep in soul searching, you see.

Surrounds herself with charlatans. But when something hurt, she'd run to me!

They're all like that.

Don't trust the doctors, they go to those witch doctors instead.

And then to us, the regular ones.

But by then, that's it! It's too late.

Us doctors, we're not the Lord either, you know!

Anna Viktorovna.

Anna Viktorovna, could you satisfy my curiosity?

Yes, of course.

Aren't you wary of coming into someone else's house with a man you barely know?

It could damage your reputation.

What does my reputation has to do with this?

And then, well... who's going to believe that we're on a secret date?

You know, I think people are more conservative in the province.

Well, you aren't a man.

I mean, you're not just a man, you're a doctor.

Besides, why the prejudice?

Yes, I can see the seeds of feminism fell onto fertile soil.

I'd like to come here alone, I would.

But I'm afraid.

Then let's move while he's gone. But we have to act quickly.

Yes, yes.

-I saw her. -And what did she say?

Thunder, lighting, some shadow flashed by...

Well, I suppose the countess isn't in the mood for talking to us today.

No, no, she hinted at something for me.

I... I just don't understand what.

-He got away. -Who?

Well... Well...

I don't know who! I couldn't even see his face.

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