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Yes. Come in.

Did you sleep well, Miss? Did you have any dreams?

Why did you ask that?

Well, it is Friday. Thursday night's dreams come true.

ZATONSK. 1894

Episode 1 ICE

Good morning, Nikolai Vasilievich!

Morning, Anton Andreyevich.

Somehow, I can't solve solitaire at all today.

Why, what's wrong? May I take a look?

Well, here... Look, the jack of diamonds.

Right. The jack of diamonds to the queen. My thoughts have lost their sharpness.

Tell me about it, Nikolai Vasilievich.

You know, it's the same with me. It feels like we're losing our agility.

Haven't there been any incidents?

Crimes?

Why, there have. Here.

A missing... Italian greyhound?

Madame Mitrofanova's pet.

Distinguishing features... right... this... But, um...

Is this it?

Alas.

The officer on duty reported that Postmaster Safyanov came at night.

Yes. His daughter ran away from home.

Elopement, you see.

All right.

He made quite a noise.

Demanded we handle it.

May I..?

But in the morning, when the newlyweds returned,

he thawed and blessed them.

In that case, well, I guess I'm going to take care of the Italian greyhound.

Yes, Anton Andreyevich, do take care of it. I am confident you can crack this case.

Yes. Yes, I will find the dog thief.

For he who stole a calf today will steal a bull tomorrow.

Interesting. Who is the artist?

Someone completely obscure. Some Matisse.

But it looks nice, doesn't it?

I don't know. Too pretentious, if you ask me.

I'd much rather you told me about the duel.

Ah, Sasha.

What is there to tell?

Two of her Parisian admirers had an argument.

One of them an elderly French viscount, the other one a Russian student, some commoner.

They had a pistol duel. Utterly ridiculous.

Thank God, both survived.

What about Anna? Whose side was she on?

Anna knew nothing about the duel.

And she never made advances to either.

But Rebushinsky wrote that--

Who cares what that Rebushinsky writes?!

That man is always making mountains out of molehills!

My husband was white with rage when he read that article

and insisted that Anna come home immediately.

And she had only six months left to finish her studies.

I'm sorry, Masha, but a female doctor sounds scandalous.

Anna should marry as soon as possible, before her beauty fades.

For goodness' sake, Sasha.

There are no decent suitors in this town. Whom would she marry?

Not to mention that Anna won't hear of marriage!

Years of study in Paris have paid off for you, Anna Viktorovna.

You get an A.

Thank you, Doctor.

We can close now.

Anna Viktorovna, you have a visitor waiting outside.

All right.

Thank you.

Natalia Pavlovna, I am so happy to see you!

I am going to Moscow, on a business of the Imperial Philanthropic Society.

Oh, good Lord...

So I have decided to stop in Zatonsk.

Tell me, how are you? Missing Paris?

I for one miss it terribly!

I did miss it, of course. But I got used to being here by now.

And, you know, there are people in need of help everywhere.

Be it in Paris or in Zatonsk.

You are right, absolutely right.

Well, I can see you are healthy, peaceful and busy.

The rest is up to Our Lord.

Baroness von Berg!

Yes?

Your Grace, a message for you.

Thank you, dear.

What are you waiting for?

Ah, right.

A moment. Go now, dear.

You don't mind, do you? - Of course.

I am a curious woman.

A lady is asking me to petition for her at court.

She will be in Zatonsk tomorrow.

What do you know...

What a story.

I will have to stay a few more days.

Natalia Pavlovna, you are so kind. You are willing to help anyone.

No, no, I am no angel.

This is a good cause, albeit a delicate one.

But as a woman... as a mother, I cannot refuse her.

SAINT PETERSBURG 4 YEARS AGO

I won't hear of it!

This man is innocent and must be acquitted.

But, Baroness, I'm sorry, this is a troublesome matter.

Funds will be required to pay the lawyer.

Not a problem. Don't worry about it. I will hire the best.

How absurd.

Mademoiselle.

What's wrong?

Are you unwell?

A moment, my dear.

There, it's smelling salt.

Tell me, what has happened to you?

Perhaps I could be of help.

I filed petitions a thousand times,

I came to Petersburg again

but there is no response.

That does not surprise me.

For whom are you petitioning?

Shtolman, Yakov Platonovich.

And who is he to you?

No one.

You know, I think you shouldn't be alone now.

I have very good connections at court.

I will try to help you.

What do you say, shall I?

Yes, ma'am.

Excellent!

And you should stop crying.

Well, my dear, I won't see you again?

But I do have a great idea!

I'll arrange a meeting of the local charitable committee tomorrow

and I'll be happy if you attend.

With great pleasure.

Until tomorrow then.

See you tomorrow.

Annette, I must say, the gown of a sister of mercy becomes you.

I have a request for you.

From now on, whenever you purchase dresses or hats, please forward all bills to me.

You know, Uncle, I don't have many occasions to change hats and outfits.

You should take advantage of Pyotr Ivanovich's generosity, Annushka.

Before another lady turns his head.

No, no, no way.

I shall remain faithful to the memory of my Zizi.

The high society may gossip that I only married her for her money

but it's not true.

I was truly attached to her.

I have written a couple of pages on love.

Would you like me to read it?

No, thank you, Masha.

I am glad that your literary opuses are highly appreciated in the women's magazine,

but if you excuse me, I have to work.

My opuses? Well, thank you so much.

Don't let me keep you.

Listen.

What is love if not a passionate desire to know your beloved's soul?

Is it not the kind of love of which every woman's heart dreams in quiet minutes?

Why then do we so rarely find understanding in men?

Perhaps they have hardened, drowned in the routine, or simply forgotten how to love?

Get out!

Why are you so late?

We have come 40 miles, a wheel broke on the road, and we had to change carriages at the inn.

At least you have arrived, with God's help.

Would you like to have supper?

No, we are going to bed. Wake us early in the morning.

They are so beautiful. Thank you.

Nature is waking up. Spring is around the corner.

How have you been, Anton Andreyevich?

I take no account of hours, except for the happy ones.

But, you know, I'm getting increasingly bored.

And I'm wasting my detective abilities on god knows what.

For example, yesterday, I spent the entire day looking for a missing Italian greyhound.

Did you find it?

We did!

You know, it turned out to be a curious case.

The owner of the mutt kept pointing at her neighbors,

saying they surely poisoned it.

Well, a neighbor's cow's udder always looks bigger...

But personally, I believe that if my neighbor's wall is burning,

it's my business too.

And what do you know...

The dog was stolen by her daughter's lover.

Whatever for?

To return it and earn his lover's mother's favor!

And then ask for her hand in marriage.

What a lovely story!

Are you... wounded?

Ah, well...

Why didn't you come to me to have it sewn up?

Dr. Milz took care of it.

Cave canem...

Anna Viktorovna, what are you doing this evening?

Perhaps we could sit somewhere, play a game of chess...

reminisce about our old adventures?

Anton Andreyevich, it's all in the past.

No way, how can it be?

What about that infamous perisher?

The Prince of Darkness case alone...

Then again, you are right, it's all in the past.

Thank God for that. Look how nice it is.

I think nothing has happened in the town in several years, it's so quiet.

And it's most wonderful.

Anton Andreyevich, I've been looking for you everywhere.

What's happened?

Anton Andreyevich, a murder.

Anna Viktorovna, I have to leave you.

Follow me.

Oh God!

Ma'am, you can't come in here.

It's a crime scene.

Aglaya... What on earth is going on...

How could it happen? Dearest Aglaya...

There. That's it. Good lad.

Where did you injure it like this?

This brat, he won't tell me.

It looks like a nail mark.

Was it a nail?

It was sticking out from the fence.

Snuck into the monastery garden again, didn't you!

They have those barrels with soaked apples in the barn...

And what do we have here?

There, take it.

And don't go to other people's gardens to steal apples anymore.

Did you hear, sister, about a woman found in the monastery hostel at night, with her throat cut?

Horrible.

Liza!

Liza!

Where are you?

I have to do everything myself around here!

A letter for Anna Viktorovna Mironova!

Come in.

I was told to hand it to her in person.

Envelope from the hotel. Who sent it?

A gentleman. Told me not to say who he was.

Who?

I don't know his name.

Tall, thin, important-looking.

Arrived in town this morning.

All right, you can go now.

Good day, Anna Viktorovna.

Good day to you too, Nikolai Vasilievich.

Where is the doctor?

You sent him to the crime scene yourself.

Oh, right. I forgot.

Well, I'll come back later.

Nikolai Vasilievich, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?

It's all right, I'm fine.

I'm just... having trouble breathing.

Right. Chest pains? Radiating to the shoulder blade?

Excuse me.

I am an old-fashioned man

I find it difficult to imagine a woman as a doctor.

Quiet, please.

Right. Have you had it long?

What?

Oh. About half an hour.

Ever since he came in...

there has been this terrible tightness in my chest.

It's all clear to me.

What is clear?

Your nerves are completely shot, Nikolai Vasilievich.

Ah, yes, my nerves... nerves.

All right.

This you must take right now.

I'll give you more drops to go.

But you still should see the doctor one of these days.

Let Aleksandr Franzevich examine you.

Thank you.

The murder victim is one Aglaya Stepanova, a maid, 37 years of age.

Came to the monastery for a pilgrimage accompanying her mistress, General Yeliseyev's widow.

Did you interview the witnesses?

The portress heard some noise on the second floor at dawn.

She went up to check but everything was quiet.

She came in the morning to wake the pilgrims

The maid wouldn't respond.

They broke down the door and found the dead body.

Broke down the door?

Yes. The door was locked from the inside with a latch.

The windows were locked too.

There is a rumor going around town already that a malicious spirit had something to do with it.

Well, we'll see if it was a malicious spirit or a benevolent one.

Why isn't the area cordoned off?

There's no one to cordon it off from. Everybody's left.

I have been waiting for you here half an hour.

Don't you know that murderers often come back to the crime scene?

Really?

Really.

Quiet.

What did I tell you?

Aleksandr Franzevich, wait for us here.

We'll take him red-handed.

It's fine, I'm fine.

Anna Viktorovna, I'm feeling much better already.

Modern medicine is a remarkable science.

Yes...

All those new discoveries... Mind-boggling.

Genetics... heredity... hypnotism...

hygiene.

Nikolai Vasilievich, who on earth shocked you so?

This morning, my department was visited... a new appointment and all...

by Mr. Shtolman!

I almost fell from my chair!

Haven't you...

been told?

Sir!

What are you doing here?

Slowly raise your hands.

Police.

Quickly, drop the revolver!

So is it slowly or quickly? Make up your mind.

Drop the revolver!

I can't do that. It's an importance piece of evidence.

What? Evi--

How do you do, Anton Andreyevich.

A mustache, again.

Yakov Platonovich...

Why did you freeze up? You look as if you've seen a ghost.

You are alive...

As you can see.

Ha! Yakov Platonovich, is it really you?

And they said you weren't alive...

Let me give you a hug!

It's good to see you, Aleksandr Franzevich.

You haven't changed one bit.

Still young and handsome!

What was that evidence you found?

This revolver, found under the bed.

It was shot, possibly very recently.

Mr. Shtolman, if I may ask:

What is your authority in this investigation?

I have a new appointment, Anton Andreyevich.

The bearer of this... Mr. Shtolman, Yakov Platonovich

is appointed to the post of judicial investigator

in the town of Zatonsk.

Satisfied?

Gentlemen, this is wonderful!

This means we are together again!

We should celebrate this occasion!

For now, though, allow me to get to my direct duties.

Of course, Aleksandr Franzevich.

Where have you been all this time?

Why haven't we heard from you?

I believe we'll have time to discuss this later, but now we should get to work.

Gentlemen, what can I say?

Judging by the nature and the depth of the wound,

this is by no means a suicide.

She was most definitely stabbed.

It looks like she tried to draw...

a rooster?

I wonder why.

If it was her way of pointing us to the murderer...

wouldn't it have been easier to write the name or surname?

Or it was the murderer who drew this.

To make you ask me this question right now.

It's risky to leave the place through the front door:

there is a sitting portress there.

I think the murderer escaped through that window.

A thread.

Ordinary black cotton. Nuns' habits are usually made from that.

Clever. No one ever pays attention to nuns. They all look alike to common folks.

That's a clue.

And -- someone is a nun's habit.

I must admit I have missed you, Anton Andreyevich.

I'm glad we'll be working together again.

Well, I am not! Far from glad!

For many years we thought you were dead

and here you are safe and sound!

So tell me, please, why didn't you send a message, a letter or telegram, anything!

You must have known how deep her pain was...

If I didn't send word about myself, it was for good reasons.

Excuse me if I won't disclose them to you.

As for my relationship with Anna Viktorovna

it's none of your business.

It is my business!

Anna Viktorovna is my friend, she is someone I hold very dear...

And you...

That's good to know.

Yakov Platonovich, just a couple of words for my readers...

Your mysterious disappearance five years ago created such a stir

that now you simply must give explanations

or there will be rumors.

I am not afraid of rumors, Mr. Rebushinsky.

But since you insist, I will explain.

I served in various Russian towns, fulfilling special assignments.

An explanation like this is the same as no explanation at all!

Well, shoot me. I won't give you more.

It's you who should tell me about the situation in the town.

Ah, Yakov Platonovich, Yakov Platonovich...

It couldn't be worse! Not a single worthwhile scandal or villainy in five years.

Nothing to write about!

I might as well start an investigation about the creation of the world.

You should try. With your talents, I'm sure you're bound to find a sensation even there.

Liza!

Liza, any letters for me today?

None, Miss.

No?

Are you sure?

I am.

All right.

He's alive.

He's alive!

He's alive...

Good day. Any messages for me?

No, Mr. Shtolman. Nothing for you.

Welcome, sir. How can I help you?

No, I will burn this letter!

Masha! Masha, this is pointless!

Listen to me, Shtolman is in town. He has an appointment here, he is here to stay.

They will meet sooner or later.

And she'll find out.

Give it to me.

You'd better not give it to her!

I will decide what to do with it myself.

Look at you playing the head of the family!

You stopped caring about me or our daughter a long time ago!

How can you say that?

Do I not have a reason to say that?

You are never home, you are always busy!

Viktor, she must leave!

Tell her you're letting her go back to Paris.

Paris?!

I suppose you do have a point.

It has been three months, things have long settled.

No one remembers that duel now.

Yes. You are right.

She'll be better off in Paris than with that gentleman.

What evil force brought him back here?!

I believe the first question is: how did the perpetrator get into the cell?

I think it's pretty obvious.

The murderer knew that the maid and the general's widow were coming.

He was waiting for the victim here.

He could have hidden anywhere, even in this wardrobe.

Where did you find the revolver?

It was here, under the bed.

Interesting.

No, what's interesting is how the perpetrator left the cell after locking the door with the latch.

Are you testing me?

It could be anything. There are plenty of methods.

A thread with a special kind of knot... a lady's hairpin.

Here it is.

I found it there, behind the door. Didn't you notice it?

There's something else bothering me.

This blood.

This is not a hand print. This is droplets.

And they are too far away from the body.

I mean blood couldn't have spattered so far out.

Possibly, the maid, defending herself, shot at her attacker.

In that case, we would have found a bullet, but it's nowhere to be found. No trace of it.

Which means the bullet is in the murderer's body.

So my mistress became very welcoming to that Apraksin after the general died.

Widows are very fond of young men.

He's no man! A barefaced youngster, wet behind his ears.

Seventeen years of age. Orphan, a foundling.

Apraksin, you say...

I know this one. A quick fella.

Loves cock fights.

Irina Alekseyevna would give him money and he would blow it all here.

She forbade him her house a week ago.

So you think it was him who murdered the maid?

Who else?

Aglaya saw right through him.

She wanted to talk some sense into the mistress first

but the lady lost her head!

Also, Aglaya painted a chicken head with blood on the wall before she died...

Can't be for nothing.

She must have wanted to point to her murderer.

Irina Alekseyevna, how long did the deceased Stepanova serve you?

About a year.

I got attached to her.

You know how hard it is to find decent help these days.

No, I don't.

Have you notified her relatives yet?

She had no relatives left.

She was very lonely. Worked as a maid all her life.

Could she have friends or...

a friend of a more affectionate variety?

What are you saying!

My Aglaya was a decent woman.

And she's too old for it.

She had no girlfriends either. Our house is aloof.

I haven't been receiving many visitors after my husband's death

and I rarely go out myself.

Whom would she be friends with?

Right. A friend is no mushroom, you can't find one in the woods.

Anton Andreyevich!

Good day.

I am ready for a formal conversation. May I?

Of course.

Who is that gentleman?

Shtolman, judicial investigator, I am handling this case as well.

Where did your maid get a revolver?

Revolver?

Oh, it's mine.

I kept it in the house just in case.

And when we packed to go to the monastery, Aglaya said we should take it with us.

And she put it in her suitcase?

Yes. What's so odd about it?

Nothing at all.

Your maid was a brave woman, she managed to take a shot at her attacker.

Didn't you hear the gunshot?

No. No, I did not hear a gunshot.

You see, I take laudanum every night.

I sleep very soundly.

Come in.

Madame Yeliseyeva?

A letter for you from Baroness von Berg.

My God.

How could I forget?

Convey my apologies to the baroness.

I shall visit her this evening.

Can I bury Aglaya here in Zatonsk?

Personally, I don't see no reason you can't.

But you have to understand that the body will be kept in our prosectorium

at the local hospital until the investigation is closed.

And I must ask you, Madam Yeliseyeva, to stay in town for a while.

Of course.

I moved to the hotel, you can always find me there.

One more question.

There was a drawing on the wall in the cell.

A rooster's head.

Would you by any chance know why Aglaya made that drawing before she died?

You know, she was illiterate.

She could barely scribble her own name.

Why a rooster's head?

I don't know. I don't.

Well, my ladies.

I can see you have achieved much.

Although there is no limit to perfection.

I am truly proud of the Zatonsk division of the Imperial Philanthropic Society.

I won't keep you any longer.

Maria Timofeyevna, dear heart, a minute.

Why hasn't Anna come?

I don't know. Probably delayed at the hospital again.

But she must be home by now.

Natalia Pavlovna, perhaps you'll come over?

It will be an honor.

Oh, I would love to.

But I absolutely can't.

I have a very important appointment today.

But, my angel, please, do send Anna my love.

I shall.

Come on.

Come on, boy! Come on...

Come on!

Yes, come in.

You're not asleep yet, sweetheart?

You look very pale...

You're not ill, are you?

Just tired.

I always feel ill at ease when you are at that hospital.

So many diseases there.

Dad, you want to talk about something, don't you?

Eh. Anyway, you are going to--

There you are!

Anna, your father and I have excellent news for you.

Viktor, you have told Anna about your decision, haven't you?

Who's there?

May I, Natalia Pavlovna?

I am General Yeliseyev's widow.

I wrote to you.

So that was you.

Yes, please, do come in, take a seat.

I've been waiting quite a while for you, you know.

I apologize. Our appointment was for the morning but...

there was a tragic incident.

Yes, I have heard. Your... maid. Poor woman.

I do understand everything

but your letter has touched me so profoundly

that decided to stay in town longer

just to meet with you.

Thank you very much.

We shouldn't waste time then.

Matters of this sort, as you may know,

can be resolved only with personal involvement of His Majesty.

I will help you to draw up the petition correctly.

Trust me, it's very important.

When are you going to be in Saint Petersburg?

Thank you, Natalia Pavlovna...

But I am going abroad very soon.

Are you?

Yes.

My plans have changed, so have my intentions.

Anyuta...

Your mom and I had a little discussion

and she decided that since that duel

has long been forgotten and...

the dust settled...

you could go back to Paris and

finish your studies.

Yes.

Well, what do you say?

Aren't you happy, Annushka?

I am.

I really am happy.

Paris is the best thing that could happen to me right now!

Yes. Paris is always good.

Yes!

Well, thank God.

In that case, I will give the instructions about the money, and

in a few days...

you can go.

Thank you... Dad.

If you only knew how I've longed to see you.

I thought you were dead.

I was dead...

It's only now that I'm beginning to feel alive.

Nothing can separate us now.

What is it?

What...

What's the matter?

Can't you see I'm... bound hand and foot?

Goodbye, Anna.

No.

No.

No.

Natalia Pavlovna.

Cold.

I'm so cold.

I know...

Death is inevitable.

Baroness von Berg...

A noble lady of grand standing, a friend of the Empress.

Finding her murderer..

is a matter of honor

I'll do my best, Nikolai Vasilievich.

A policeman heard an interesting conversation last night at the tavern.

Let me through!

Miss, you can't come in here!

Let me through at once!

ICE

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