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Anna, look at me.

Listen to me. I've started the ritual.

I've started the ritual.

You killed her.

How can there be a ritual without a sacrifice?

No. First, you call him.

-I can't. -You can. You can.

But first, I have to feel you.

One, two, three, four, five...

Ready or not, here I come.

ANNA, THE DETECTIVE

Call a doctor, savages.

EPISODE 55: SHTOLMAN

-How did you find out about this place? -Quiet.

-Who killed the guards? -He shot them.

Why? Tell me why or I'm leaving you here.

Tell me if you want to stay alive.

I have an order from the person I work for.

What order?

-To steal the Englishman. -Who ordered it?

-My handler from St Petersburg police. -What is the handler's name?

I only know the codename, Cromwell.

So you work for the police, then?

Yes.

-Where did you take Brown? -I don't know, your Lassale took him away.

And after that you started that sabbat?

He's in pain.

Two hitmen kidnapped a chemist, working for the police... but why?

He is saying the truth.

Let's leave him here, and I will find a way to report it to the police.

No, we can't leave him here, he is dying.

He will never make it there.

I can't go to a police station with him anyway, I would get arrest right away.

We can't leave him, he should be tried instead.

He saved us the trouble. I hope he is with those he worshipped.

He's here. I can see him.

Turgenev, Fathers and Sons. He carried it in his travel bag, Mr Stolman.

This is definitely penal colony for you now, Mr Shtolman.

He was tried for ritual murders, but they offered working working for the police

instead of forced labor.

Who needed the Brown kidnapping?

He doesn't know.

Who gave him the order?

A courier, he does not know the courier's name either.

He showed me the man, tall, snub-nosed, young.

We won't get far with such a description.

What happened?

They left.

To hell, I hope?

Get up, brothers, get up! Okay, we're going to scream murder.

-Why, sir? -So we are heard, my dear.

But that is embarrassing.

I know, but there is no evading this fate,

so let us scream. Come on. Well?

-Murder! -Together, brothers, loudly!

-Murder! -More!

-Murder! -Louder!

-Murder! -Apply yourself, again, louder!

Murder!

What kind of city is this? One can't get anyone to help.

Wait.

-Here. This is courier. -That's Uvakov's assistant.

What was that Brown doing here?

That is something I don't know.

This is a scary place, get me out of here.

You can't go home, you can't get a hotel room either, you might be recognized.

I can spend the night in the stairwell, or at a bonfire with the vagabonds.

You can spend the night at my hotel room, you need rest.

Come on in.

How do you like it here? Not too cramped?

Good, the last days at home were impossible.

And when do you think of going back?

When you have won, Mr Shtolman.

I'm sorry, I must be constraining you.

Mr Shtolman, stop it. You are exhausted and you need rest.

Yes, yes, and you as well.

I will make some tea.

My feild man is outside, I... I will come out and be straight back.

Where? Are you out of your mind? How will you come back in?

I will go out. What do I tell him?

Tell him to get all the documents, the documents folder from the apartment.

-He knows what apartment I mean. -All right.

-Ms Mironova, someone is expecting you. -Who?

-A gentleman from the police. -Where?

At the restaurant.

Excuse me, Ms Mironova. Do you remember me?

Ilya Uvakov, St Petersburg Police Department.

I think we have met, in passing.

Yes, I remember you.

Please. And yet, you were expecting to see him.

They just told me a policeman was waiting for me here.

I am sorry for betraying your expectations.

What do you want?

I have to find Mr Shtolman by any means.

At any cost. Tell me, where is he?

I don't know.

Have you come here from St Petersburg?

Precisely. Mr Shtolman has gotten himself into quite an unpleasant story.

You know that.

I only know that nobody can find him.

Ms Mironova, I will be extremely honest with you and I expect the same from you.

I know that you were close. I have heard about your role in his investigations.

However, I am not going to try to convince you that he is a villain

or a cohort of an English spy.

That is nonsense.

Of course. And I'm going to use that nonsense to intimidate the Chief of Police.

But you, I will tell the truth. By getting involved in Brown's research,

Mr Shtolman has gotten himself into an internal war between two powerful clans.

Some forces at the Palace and in the Ministry of War encourage Brown's research,

but there are others who oppose it. And our brave Shtolman got in over his head.

I don't understand anything in these things, but I do know something.

If Mr Shtolman acted that way, that is because he was doing his duty.

Of course. And it is my duty to help him. Maybe even save him.

Well, I don't know where he is.

What do your feelings tell you, your special abilities?

They are silent.

They are silent.

Well, sorry to bother you. If you find something out, please inform us,

that would be in his own interest.

And yours as well.

I was about to go looking for you.

Everything is all right. I gave your message to the man.

-But Mr Shtolman, I got held up by Uvakov. -Is he here?

Yes, he waited for me at the restaurant. As soon as I came in,

he started asking me where you were. I said I didn't know.

He seems to have believed that. But he said that he wanted to help you.

It is the opposite.

Uvakov is my main enemy right now.

And tomorrow it gets settled.

Why? why did you walk up to him?

I wanted to ask him a few questions about the case...

Well, you should have asked them from a safe distance.

My mistake. I could not imagine that Mr Shtolman was capable of that,

that he would... that he would do that.

He is a friend, he is one of us!

No, he's not. Mr Shtolman is not one of us.

Anybody on the other side of these bars is not one of us.

By golly! How so?

And you, Korobeinikov, are not one of us either.

And what were you doing?

What do you mean? Mr Shtolman, he had a gun to his head.

And you believed that he could kill Korobeinikov?

How could I not believe that?

Mr Shtolman, he ain't going to talk in vain.

If he says he'll shoot, he will.

He would never shoot at him, and he would never shoot at you knuckleheads.

-You didn't see him at that moment. -Quiet!

Mr Tregubov, do you really think that Shtolman would not shoot?

He bluffed them. He bluffed.

He wouldn't shoot his own, as I am a sinner!

Then this was staged. A play. And Korobeinikov played along with Shtolman.

Well, I don't think so, although the investigation will show.

-Sir! -What is it?

Sir?

What is it? Come on, don't sir me! Say it.

A cab with the driver was stoled at the train station.

I see. Shtolman is not in the city anymore, then.

We'll have to let Korobeinikov go. Who is going to investigate the murder,

head the search for Shtolman?

-Why not this one? -Not of that caliber.

If Korobeinikov is guilty, he will be tried, but so far, let him work.

As you wish... on your own responsibility.

Come out. Come out. And you, too.

Get to work. Get to work!

You are so exhausted.

It's okay, I did not sleep enough.

Mr Shtolman, you'll make mincemeat of that Uvakov.

Do you think that is what worries me right now?

I don't even know what could worry me after what I have found out today.

Everyrthing has changed, life will never be the same.

-What do you mean? -What I know now.

We need to stay together now.

Rest is what you need.

Mr Korobeinikov, what's happened here?

Ms Mironova, I did not expect to see you here.

Tell me did you spend the night at the hotel?

Were you bothered by any noise at night?

And where's Shtolman?

He... I don't think he is here, he didn't come to work.

Many people saw him come into that hotel, but no one saw him come out.

I must ask you one question. Tell me, has he been in your room?

Yes, he came late at night, stayed for a little bit and left.

Then it seems that no one except you has seen him.

I beg your pardon, Mr Korobeinikov. I just got a report that Mr Shrolman

was at Lady Nezhinskaya's room until 3 in the morning.

-What? -Beg your pardon.

What do you mean, Nezhinskaya?

That was after me...

Right, and whose blood is this, what do you think?

I do not think anything yet, Ms Mironova, but I must suppose the worst.

Spirit of Yakov Shtolman, come. Spirit of Yakov Shtolman, come.

Spirit...

Alive. I can feel it. He's alive.

That is good. That is very good.

Spirit of Prince Razumovsky, come to me.

Spirit of Prince Razumovsky, come to me.

Where is Shtolman?

Tell me, where is he?

I am begging you, at least give me a hint.

Prince Kirill, you have always been a friend to me.

My God, is Shtolman right and you really did do everything he suspected you of?

Was it you? Do you have something to do with his disappearance?

Prince Kirill, please, tell me where he is.

I am begging you, tell me, what is happening to him?

Did you really see nothing? There was a fight here, apparently.

I heard nothing. At 3 in the morning, I was already asleep.

You must sleep tight. Maybe Shtolman just walked out while you were asleep?

Maybe. The front door has no lock, and half-asleep downstairs, in the back.

-Maybe someone carried him out. -Maybe.

Ms Mironova, I work for Mr Shtolman, he ordered me to give you this.

Where is he? - I don't know. Goodbye.

-Wait. When did you see him last? -Late last night.

What he said was asking me to tell you to hold onto this folder

and to show it to nobody. Hold onto it for what?

For him. He will come for it himself.

There is a letter for you inside. Goodbye.

Wait, he has disappeared. Help me find him, I'm begging you.

No, no, last night he said that if he doesn't come to the designated place today

my pal and I were to leave the city immediately.

What do you mean? You worked for him.

We did, and by his order, our contract is void. All the best.

You were going to meet with him. Tell me, what was he going to do?

I don't know. Read the letter, maybe it has all the answers.

My dearest Anna. If you have these documents, then I must have run into trouble.

I am asking you to hold onto these documents until I come for them.

I am sorry for involving you but I can't trust anyone else with these documents.

Show them to nobody. It would be best if you did not even look at them yourself.

-I love you. -"I love you..."

Blood.

Blood. So the body was dragged out, and you said you saw nothing, heard nothing.

Well, I was asleep in the staff room...

If they killed somebody upstairs, why did they carry the body outside?

-Why did they carry the body? -I did hear it.

I was asleep there, on the sofa, I saw two of them walk out.

One was dragging the other one, drunk.

When I walked up here, to the door, a cab was pulling up.

Did you get a look at them?

Yeah, the driver had a gray beard. Sharp-nosed, too.

Very good. Have you seen the one with the gray beard here before?

-I have, he's been here before. -Do you know his name?

Nope.

Did you get a look at the one he was dragging, the drunk one?

No, they drove away quickly.

I was asleep in the staff room.

How could you sleep in your staff room? They dragged a body past you,

and you slept right through it. They dragged a body right past your face.

Not a pillow, not a book, a man!

You? - Can I have a few words? It's important.

Come in.

Was he here yesterday?

He came to talk.

To talk?

That's right.

-And what did he say? -Not much, he was silent mostly.

He looked gloomy.

Why are you looking at me like that? I'm horrified myself.

He didn't say what he was going to do today?

No.

Did you really hear nothing? There are bloodstains right under your door.

-And under yours, as well. -But I was fast asleep.

So was I. I fell asleep as soon as Yakob left.

-Are you leaving? -I am.

Is he alive?

-He is. -Are you certain?

Absolutely.

Promise me that if you find anything out, you will tell me.

Spirit of Prince Razumovsky, come to me.

Spirit of Prince Razumovsky, come to me.

Spirit of the Magister, come to me.

Spirit of the Magister, come to me.

Spirit of the my grandmother, come to me.

Spirit of the my grandmother, come to me.

I can't feel them anymore. I can't feel them anymore.

Why?

Looking for something, Your Ladyship?

So you don't recognize me, my friend? I would visit the prince a lot.

That's right, I remember, I remember, Your Ladyship.

-What is this? -I don't know.

I will tell you, then. That is blood.

Where did the stains come from?

-I don't know, it was all clean yesterday. -Where did you go yesterday?

-I... I was asleep in the stable. -Tell me, or I tell the police

-and it will get worse for you. -I don't care about the police!

I'm not guilty of anything. That frog, the Frenchman took the cab.

He came out of nowhere, was all "harness the horses", and rode God knows where.

Then he came back, dropped everything and ran.

And I had to unharness them.

-Right. Did he come alone? -He did.

-Where did he ride? -How should I know?

I've never seen him before.

-Go. -What are you barking orders for?

I said go!

Spirit of Prince Razumovsky, come to me.

Spirit of Prince Razumovsky, come to me.

Spirit of Prince...

So he hasn't come?

My God, will you leave me be?

Ms Mironova, I have seen everything. It would make for a quite a sketch

in my paper, "Mironova summons the Prince's spirit at the place of his murder."

Ms Mironova, don't worry, spirits are a stubborn bunch.

Are you going to come back here later?

Ms Mironova, where is Shtolman? They say he's disappeared, nowhere to be seen.

Leave me alone, you detestable man, I know nothing!

How can it be, Ms Mironova? What about the blood next to your hotel room door?

That is a mysterious story, my readers would lose their minds.

Ms Mironova, what are you running away for? Stop!

I know where Shtolman is!

Desk Sergeant!

-Get me the chief. -But how...

Get the chief here.

Yes, sir.

-There it is. -What is it?

Shtolman's report to St Petersburg to Varfolomeev.

Varfolomeev?

Exactly. Why would a regular district police officer direct a letter

to the Tsar's head of security personally?

The Tsar... Why indeed.

Here. A carbon copy of the letter he sent. Satisfy your curiosity.

How can it be?

If you are lying to me again, I will strangle you with these bare hands.

I'm telling you what I heard.

That homeless Mitry lives somewhere around here.

People must have talked about how he walked around there this morning

and told everybody he saw a wounded man. There. That is where they live.

-So, where are they? -Someone must have spooked them.

Hey, brother, wait.

Stop!

Stop!

I said stop!

Stop!

-Those people... Ms Mironova. -There. That's who spooked them all.

-Look, I just wanted to ask them... -Are you looking for Mitry?

Yes, him indeed.

What can you do? The police keeps getting in your way.

-Look, Mr Rebushinsky... -Easy, easy, easy. Where could he be?

I have no clue. But I have it from a reliable source that he lives somewhere

around these warehouses. And they say that he talked about some wounded man

this morning.

We have the same source.

-Get lost. -Mitry! Mitry!

I looked there, Ms Mironova, I checked everything there.

Mitry!

What?

Do you see now how high the stakes are?

In my opinion, Shtolman only wanted to warn him of the danger coming from Brown.

What the deuce does he know? This is a question of national importance.

A question of prestige of the Motherland.

And Shtolman, by having directed a report like that to Varfolomeev,

neglected all the subordination rules.

He presented the research that has not been finished in most unflattering light.

Possibly counting on it to get banned upstairs.

But that alone does not mean Shtolman is part of a plot.

What is he, then, if he got in contact with the English spy Alice Lawrence?

-So what is going to happen now? -Now...

You are going to tell me everything.

Me? But I don't know anything, I...

Don't make me think about your involvement in the plot.

Who, me?

Where is Shtolman? Where is Alice Lawrence?

Where is your Korobeinikov, goddamn it? Why has he disappeared into thin air?

You don't have to raise your voice at me.

-What? -A wire for Mr Uvakov.

Gordon Brown and his assistant were supposed to arrive to St Petersburg today.

They were not on the train in the seats they booked.

So where are they?

We don't know.

Mitry, tell us. Tell us where you saw the wounded man.

-I saw him, what of it? -Answer me. I'm with the police,

I'll throw you in the pen if I have to, got that?

Probably warmer than here, and they give you stew.

Mitry, I am begging you. Where did you see the wounded man? How was he?

-How do you think? Barely alive. -More. More, talk, answer!

-They cut a copper. -How do you know he was a policeman?

He had copper written all over him.

-Where is he? -What was he wearing?

-Winter clothes, of course. -Here.

-He had a coat on, and a cap. -Where is he?

I'd have to remember that, and I might forget.

Can you even carry that much? You money sink. Here.

Money isn't good for everything, but if the lady helped me with something...

You know what? I'm going to help you with something.

I'm going to knock you off right here, you hear me?

Knock me off and you'll never find your copper.

What do you want from me?

My friend Varyukha died, ask her where she hid the five rubles.

-I never found it. -That is not possible.

Why not?

-Do you have five rubles? -I'm sorry.

You know what I could do?

I could send your Varyukha to you every night, she'll come to you dead

and sing songs for you.

Tell me where he is! Tell me!

There, in the warehouses.

SHTOLMAN