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Did you know him at all?

I met him a couple of times as a child

but I barely remember him by now.

Episode 5 THE MUMMY

I remember him having this remarkable mustache.

So, did he help you with money?

Are you kidding? Not a single small coin in twenty years.

Although my mother is his sister by blood.

Uncle Erast Andreyevich was stingy.

Right. Well, now it's all yours.

Yes. It's just because he died so suddenly

before he bequeath all his possessions to some poorhouse.

And by law, I am the sole heir!

Well, shall we enter your cave, Aladdin?

Well, your late uncle is no Aladdin...

More like Miklouho-Maclay.

Don't touch it! It's expensive, you might break it.

Hello, grandma, who are you?

I'm Praskovia Lisitsyna, I worked for the late

Erast Andreyevich, God rest his soul.

Are you by any chance his nephew?

- I am. - Thank God! Dmitriy Afanasyevich

is here, and there I was wondering when the young master

would arrive. Please, come inside, take off your coats.

Allow me.

Look, dear, I'm a man of modern views

and I don't need servants. You can go, you're free now.

How can you do this?

I don't even have a place of my own.

I served your uncle faithfully for forty years.

He owes me wages too. - Is that so?

How much? - Almost 20 roubles.

I don't have this kind of money.

Fine, Grandma Pasha, you can stay.

We'll deal with you later.

Should I cook something then?

All right, I suppose you should!

As a matter of fact, we're starving, aren't we?

I won't say no!

Well, Mitya, I'll be blunt:

I expected more from your inheritance.

You told me your uncle had a fortune.

He did... apparently, it's gone now.

God knows what he spent it on.

However, Pavlusha

I can sell the house.

Ugh, what the hell!

There's a surprise...

Now I see how the man spent his money.

Do you think we can get much for this?

This will cover our most daring projects...

Pasha, do you know what this means?

We have money now!

The world will never be same!

How can I help you, ma'am?

Is this Dmitriy Aristarkhov's house?

It is.

Looks good. Far outside town too.

Do you work here?

Forty years and counting.

Well, that's more than enough.

You should look for another place, we won't need you.

What did I do?

I... I work for Dmitriy Afanasyevich.

You have no right.

Mitya won't oppose me. We share

the same worldview.

How much does he owe you?

- 20 roubles. - Here, take 30.

Mitya! Pasha!

Boys, I'm here!

ONE MONTH LATER...

Andrey Petrovich Kliuyev.

So early? Well, invite him in.

- Good morning! - Andrey Petrovich.

Maria Timofeyevna. Anna Viktorovna.

Morning, Andrey Petrovich.

Viktor Ivanovich.

To what do we owe the pleasure?

I was passing by and I thought I should pay a neighborly visit.

You did the right thing. Will you have breakfast?

No, thank you, I ate.

Well, then perhaps coffee?

- I wouldn't mind some coffee. - Liza!

Thank you.

I suppose I should turn the music off.

Have you heard about the auction?

What auction? We don't know anything.

This evening, a Dmitriy Aristarkhov

is auctioning off the collection of his late

uncle: burial masks, sarcophagi, canopic jars...

- Canopic jars? - Canopic jars are vessels

for storing the viscera of the dead in Ancient Egypt.

Oh. I'm sorry. That was inappropriate.

It's fine. Did you say

Dmitriy Aristarkhov? - Yes.

Who is he?

I believe he's the nephew of Erast Andreyevich

Aristarkhov, a local landowner.

- Never heard of him. - No wonder.

I don't think he left his house once in the past twenty years.

Actually, he was a strange old man.

Nobody saw much of him before that either.

He mostly wandered around his beloved Egypt

in search of some ancient wisdom

for immortality practically...

Well, he obviously failed to find immortality but

amassed an impressive collection.

The auction will be attended by some

celebrities, such as Golenishchev...

The name sounds familiar.

He is the most famous Egyptologist in Russia.

He has his own collection

of ancient Egyptian antiquities... I hear

he wants to buy the most valuable lot.

It's a 3000 year old mummy.

It will be put on display, for everyone to see?

I don't know. Would you like to see it?

No. I must say I wouldn't.

I don't find it anything alluring about

staring at unburied deceased people.

I'm sorry to hear it. I've stopped by your house

to invite you to this auction.

I'm sorry, Andrey Petrovich, but I won't go there.

Annushka, why don't you go?

You barely go out as it is.

Indeed, my dear, this is a rare opportunity

to see the precious millennia-old heritage.

Please, say yes, Anna Viktorovna.

Many of your acquaintances will be there.

Mr. Korobeinikov will be taking care

of the safety of all items.

Well, since you all insist

I suppose I accept.

I'm not disturbing you, am I?

Not at all, come in.

Ah, Annushka, you are so beautiful!

Here, try this on.

This necklace...

This necklace belonged to your grandmother.

I was saving it for your wedding

but it's nonsense. Enjoy it.

It really suits you. - Thank you.

Mr. Kliuyev will be stunned. - Mom!

Andrey Petrovich and I are just friends.

Well, I don't think he'd agree with this statement.

Mom, please, I told you a thousand times

I'm not going to marry!

Maybe you're right.

Then enjoy your life.

Life goes by so quickly. Besides

any marriage, even one based on

the most passionate love, eventually transforms into

unbearable anguish and boredom. Trust me.

- Anton Andreyevich! - Anna Viktorovna, you're here too?

I'd love to stay and chat but

I am in the line of duty.

Your friend is busy tonight.

You'll have to make do with my humble company.

I don't mind it.

- Champagne, perhaps? - Yes, please.

Well, ladies and gentlemen.

An alabaster jug from an Egyptian tomb

4th century BC.

Opening bid is 500 roubles. Next bidder?

- 550. - 550 roubles.

- 550 roubles one... - 600!

- 600 roubles. 600 roubles going once...

- 650! - 650 roubles going once... 650 roubles going twice...

- 700 roubles! - 700 roubles! A great investment

of your capital! 700 roubles going once...

- 750! - 750 roubles going once! 750 roubles going twice! 750 roubles...

Anna Viktorovna, I didn't expect to see you here.

- Why not?

I don't know, I didn't think this was something you'd enjoy.

- Two glasses of Clicquot. - Yes, sir.

- 800 roubles! - 800 roubles! 800 roubles going once!

I'm here in my professional capacity. (- 800 roubles going twice!)

Do you think this might be dangerous?

No, it's just a precaution. (- 800 roubles... 850 roubles!)

Some very valuable items are to be auctioned. (- 850 roubles going twice!)

Are you looking for someone? Or watching someone? (- 850 roubles...)

It's neither. (- 850 roubles...)

Yet something is troubling you.

You're imagining it.

Yakov Platonovich, I know you well enough

Would you like some champagne? (- 850 roubles...)

- Going once! 850 roubles going twice! - 900 roubles!

You're here with someone. Have a nice day.

(- 900 roubles going once... - 950 roubles!)

950 roubles! 950 roubles going once! 950 roubles going twice!

950 roubles... Ldies and gentlemen, give me a round figure!

950 roubles...

Sold!

Uncle!

- Oh, Annette! - Uncle, when did you come back?

Only just. I was almost late.

Who got it? You know, the word of this auction

reached Petersburg.

I hear Egyptian antiquities is a good investment

so here I am.

Since when are you interested

valuable Egyptian antiquities?

Since I came into some money.

Oh, Uncle. Mr. Kliuyev, this is

Pyotr Ivanovich Mironov, my uncle.

- Pleased to meet you. Kliuyev. - Likewise. Mironov.

I'm sorry, but you won't get in

without invitation!

I'm begging you, Anton Andreyevich!

Only five minutes, just a quick look!

I can't.

This is the event of the year

and my readers won't forgive me if I don't cover it.

I'd be happy to help you but unfortunately--

Invitation?

However, take comfort in the fact that

qui quaerit reperit. - What?

He who seeks finds.

Ladies and gentlemen, our next lot is

a wooden statue depicting

the ancient Egyptian god of death Anubis.

Ancient Egyptians believed that he ushered

souls of the dead and guided them to Osiris for judgment.

2nd century BC

Opening bid is 300 roubles.

Annette, I want to have it. 350 roubles!

350 roubles going once! 350 roubles going twice!

- 400! - 400 roubles!

(- 400 roubles going once!) Uncle, what do you need that Egyptian god of death for?

It will make an excellent paperweight. 450!

Anton Andreyevich! Anton Andreyevich

what if you tell me everything that

goes on in there?

- Aleksey Yegorovich. - I'll write it as told by you.

Don't you get it? While you and I stand here

I can't see what goes on in the auction room myself!

I comply then. Go there, my good man

go to the auction room now... - A minute.

Go there, and I'll wait for you here.

I'm not promising you anything.

Go, go away, dear man.

- Annette, I've bought it! - Congratulations.

A great purchase.

Excuse me, please, excuse me.

May I take a look? - Yes, please.

A fascinating work.

Congratulations. Keep it away from sunlight

to prevent colors from fading. - A moment.

I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself.

Vladimir Semionovich Golenishchev, Egyptologist.

Nice to meet you. Andrey Petrovich Kliuyev.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Kliuyev. And this

must be your wife?

No, I'm Lawyer Mironov's daughter.

Anna Viktorovna.

My niece. - Mironova...

Aren't you that medium

the papers raved about several years ago?

The rumors are very exaggerated.

I'm sorry, I'd rather not talk about it.

Too bad. You see, I have been studying

Ancient Egypt my entire life.

And Egyptians didn't see anything unusual

about communicating with spirits.

They believed that every person had a Ka

part of the soul

that stays on earth after death

and can communicate with the living.

...our main lot: Thutmose, a priest of Anubis.

Or rather, the mummy made of his body

by skilled embalmers of ancient Egypt 3 000 years ago... - This is a genuine mummy of the New Kingdom.

Can you see the way the bandages are placed?

And these amulets... typical of that period. (- Opening bid is 1500 roubles.)

I'll get champagne. This calls for a celebration.

- Anna Viktorovna, what's wrong? - I want to get out of here...

Anna, what's wrong? Did the mummy frighten you?

No, it's champagne, it made me dizzy.

What can I do for you?

Nothing. I'd like to be alone for a while, would you mind?

Well, I can't leave you here alone.

Andrey Petrovich, I'm asking you, please.

I'll be fine.

As you wish.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, 2500 roubles going once!

2500 roubles going twice! - 3000!

- 3000 roubles - going once! 3000 roubles going twice! - 3500!

- 3500 roubles going once! 3500 roubles-- - 4000!

- 5000!

5000 going once! 5000 going twice!

5000... Sold to Mr. Golenishchev for 5000 roubles!

Anna Viktorovna! Anna Viktorovna, my dear

I'm begging you, please help me.

Just a couple of words. You were inside.

Tell me: did you see the mummy?

I didn't get a good look.

Chasing bombshells again, Mr. Rebushinsky?

Not at all, Mr. Shtolman.

I just wanted to ask if

Anna Viktorovna needed anything.

She doesn't. Anna Viktorovna is taken care of.

That's good.

Yakov Platonovich, a friendly favor, please?

Can you tell me who's bought the mummy?

A scientist collector from Petersburg

Mr. Golenishchev, and this conversation ends here for today.

Thank you!

Are you all right, Anna Viktorovna?

No. I keep thinking about that Thutmose and

it's horrible that his body is being displayed

and, what's worse, auctioned off.

Right. I don't think he could imagine as he was dying

that in a thousand years he'd be here in Zatonsk.

You don't understand me, do you?

He was a living human being, like you and I.

He had thoughts and feelings...

He should be buried properly

instead of being displayed in a museum.

- You are so beautiful. - What?

I know you said that

there was no going back to the past but still...

Still what?

What, Yakov Platonovich? I'm not a child.

You all the more so. If you want to say something

just say it as it is.

I wish I could give you everything.

But all I can offer you is-- - Yakov Platonovich!

You slipped past me so quickly

that I thought something had happened.

You understand, don't you

that I am personally responsible for this event.

Of course.

Didn't you find any strange

about one gentleman's behavior in there?

I... uhm

Oh dear god!

Goodness, Pyotr Ivanovich, what a surprise.

Yes, Uncle and I met at the auction.

Maria Timofeyevna, look what I bought at the auction!

Good Lord, what is this idol? Viktor!

Your brother is here!

Pyotr! I didn't expect you!

Happy to see you.

And if you're not happy to see me, I can stay at the hotel.

What is this nonsense! You know

you're always welcome here! - Annushka!

What happened at the auction?

I want to know all the details.

Mom, please

I'm begging you, not today, I'm so tired.

Well, go on then, go.

This is what I purchased at the auction.

And Annette, it seems, has

a new suitor.

- Not so loud. - Your neighbor, Kliuyev, I'm being quiet.

Anna doesn't like this kind of talk.

Yes, Kliuyev is courting her and it

makes me extremely happy.

By the way, how did you find him?

We didn't get the chance to talk properly

but he seems like a nice fellow.

What can you say?

Did you recognize anyone?

I can't be certain.

Too much noise, impossible to make out the voices

and you forbade me to engage in conversation.

You shouldn't risk needlessly. If he is in town

he will show up at your shop soon.

Be careful. Do you have the gun with you? - Yes.

Who are you?

Excuse me, sir, sir, excuse me

I don't have the honor of knowing your name.

I... We met at the auction yesterday.

I'm Golenishchev, Egyptologist. - Shtolman, judicial investigator.

I'm listening. - What a coincidence!

I was just on my way to the precinct. The thing is

Mr. Shtolman, that, you see, I wouldn't want to

throw accusations, I still hope this was

a mistake rather than malicious intent...

- Perhaps you'd care to explain properly what this is about? - The mummy!

It's a fake.

- Good day. - Say no more, sir.

Come into my office.

After the auction yesterday, as you may see

became somewhat agitated.

I couldn't wait to touch the treasure I had acquired.

Mummies of the New Kingdom period are usually

amazingly well preserved.

Some of them even have flexible joints!

It's all very curious

but please, get to the point. - Yes, of course.

So, last night, I couldn't resist

the temptation to take a proper look

at my priest. I only was going to slightly

raise a bandage to check how well he was

preserved. After all, this fabric is over

2000 years old, but it survived to our days

thanks to the special solutions

it was soaked in.

And I noticed that the bandage was coming off

too easily. That raised my immediate suspicion.

Without much effort, I unswathed the upper

part of the body and realized that it was a fake.

How did you know it?

Mr. Shtolman, I have seen dozens of

Egyptian mummies, and I can assure you

that none of their teeth are as white

and they don't have fingernails

so obviously filed with a nail file either.

I hope that Mr. Aristarkhov

was unaware of the forgery himself

and that he will agree to give me my money back

without a scandal.

Well I never.

I must say, I too believe that Aristarkhov Jr.

had nothing to do with it. He inherited

the collection a little over a month ago.

Obviously, his uncle was conned.

It might not be as simple, Anton Andreyevich.

I wouldn't rule out the possiblity of forgery by the heir himself.

But he wasn't present at the auction yesterday.

It was his solicitor who was in charge of everything.

I hope he's still in town.

And if the mummy was made recently

it could be-- - A murder!

Gentlemen, you won't believe me

that was exactly what I thought too...

- Anna Viktorovna, perfect timing. - Good morning.

We have a most unusual female patient today.

- Female? - Yes. Judging by the state of the teeth

I believe it's a woman

no more than 25 years of age.

She has an incision across the abdomen

all internal organs have been removed.

The body is desiccated in a manner that suggests

that it was left for a long time

in the hot scorching sun

blown over by dry winds, which is completely

out of the question in the local climate.

Or it was treated with some chemicals.

Yes, it's a very convincing forgery.

This is exactly what ancient Egyptians did

to their dead, extracting the organs

then keeping the body in caustic soda

for 40 days.

Are you saying that the criminal

is skilled in the Egyptian embalming technique?

It sounds a bit...

It's not secret knowledge.

The process was described in detail by Herodotus

in the 5th century BC.

40 days... So she could have been killed very recently.

40 days, or maybe 40 years.

It's impossible to answer this question.

I swear I knew nothing. The Auction House

said that the mummy's provenance was undeniable.

It was bought in Luxor, from Abd el Rasul

who gets his merchandise directly

from raided tombs.

Are you willing to return the paid amount?

Of course. Only, you see

I am short on funds at the moment.

Why are you saying this, Dmitriy Afanasyevich?

You gained a small fortune

at the auction yesterday.

I realize how this must look but

trust me, I owe a significant debt to... someone.

Well then. We are going to search your house.

- Is this necessary? - I'm afraid so. This is not just a matter of forgery

but also one of possible murder.

And as you understand, you are the first suspect.

Go ahead.

Aleksandr Franzevich, could you at least say

if that woman's death was a violent one?

Anton Andreyevich, this question is impossible to answer.

Too much time has passed. Alas!

Anna Viktorovna, I'm afraid we can solve this case without you.

All right, I'll try. I need to be alone.

Got it. Gentlemen, please

come with me, I need to go over some details.

Spirit of the mummy, come.

Who are you?

Whom do you owe so much money

Mr. Aristarkhov? You are a student

you still have three or four years of studies left.

By the way, what are you studying?

- Chemistry. - Chemistry? Interesting.

Yakov Platonovich!

Here, I found these in the bedroom.

Whose things are these?

Does anyone else live in the house? - No, just me.

Who is the owner then?

Yakov Platonovich!

There in the basement... - What?

You should see for yourself.

When did you die?

Who killed you?

I order you, show me.

Show me.

No! No! Nooo!

I order you, show me.

Show me.

Who killed you? - Anubis!

Caustic soda.

What did you need it for, and in such quantities too?

Stop! Stop! I said stop!

Hold him! Hold him!

Hands!

Anna Viktorovna, what can you tell me?

A woman, young and quite beautiful.

She was killed by someone wearing an Anubis mask

with a stab to the stomach.

That's it, I didn't understand anything else.

Thank you. Well then

if you'll excuse me, I'll run to the precinct

to continue the investigation in the regular manner.

Doesn't Mr. Golenishchev care about

the mummy's fate anymore?

Seeing how he urgently

headed to the hotel to extend his reservation

I believe he still does.

Goodbye. - Goodbye.

There's nothing to talk about, Yakov Platonovich!

It's clear! Some woman came

to Aristarkhov's house, is it a fact? - It is.

You found caustic soda in his basement

that's also a fact. What does it mean?

It means, Yakov Platonovich, that our student

murdered his guest and mummified her.

I think it's a great, I'd even say

poetic method of getting rid of a dead body!

Anton Andreyevich, it's a very

complicated and very pointless method.

Sooner or later, Golenishchev

would have discovered the forgery.

You said yourself that Aristarkhov

was going to get out of town...

Well. As for Golenishchev, if he

had unwrapped the mummy in Petersburg

Aristarkhov would've been far away.

Therefore, I suggest we put some pressure on him

and ask around town.

Someone must have seen his lady guest.

And if we establish her identity

and know that she went missing

that will make her our mummy.

It's all so simple with you.

Yakov Platonovich, do you have any other versions?

- No. - In that case

I kindly ask you to work on mine.

Mr. Golenishchev, I'm sorry to bother you...

Aleksey Rebushinsky, Zatonsk Telegraph.

We met in the precinct.

Yes, I recognized you, Mr. Rebushinsky, how can I help you?

Well, you see, I was having dinner alone

when I saw you in a similar disposition, so to speak.

Would you like to move to my table?

It's going to be more fun if there's two of us.

You know, I've always wanted to talk to

someone well-versed in the beliefs of ancient Egyptians.

You are right, it's an incredibly

fascinating subject. But you should know

that I can't divulge anything

concerning the case of the arrested Dmitriy Aristarkhov.

Really, Vladimir Semionovich, I'm not completely clueless.

Please. - Thank you.

Yes, sir?

I say, my good man, bring us your best Madeira

and 300 gr of vodka. - Will do.

I don't get it. If after death

a person's Ka falls into lethargy

how does it walk the earth? - No.

No, it's the Ba that falls into lethargy.

It's a different part of the soul.

- How many are there in total? - Seven.

The body is also part of the soul, so is the name.

If your name is forgotten

you can never enter Duat and find eternal bliss.

So that poor man turned into a mummy

can't get into Paradise

unless his identity is discovered?

Why his? Her identity! It's a woman!

Here's to her.

No clinking.

Ominous secret of the mummy!

Essay by Madame Mironova!

Hurry to get all the chilling details!

Well, what did I tell you?

You see how many people are buying the paper? Ladies too.

And it's all thanks to you, dearest Maria Timofeyevna.

I must admit I am pleasantly surprised

Aleksey Yegorovich. In your investigation

you didn't mention my daughter once.

Perish the thought! You are my best author.

However, I'm curious where you found all details

of that ritual killing.

I never reveal my sources, Aleksey Yegorovich.

Egyptian priest was a woman!

Mr. Rebushinsky's investigation!

Zatonsk Telegraph! Get your copy today! - Maria Timofeyevna.

Yes? Where are we--

Zatonsk bombshell of the year!

Zatonsk Telegraph! Get your copy today!

Of course, sir.

A lady did come to visit him.

Only I don't know her name. - Maybe her age...

or can you describe her appearance somehow?

Very presentable... beautiful. Only her eyes

were so cold, like steel, and her age, well

in my time women looked old even at 25

but now they're still pretty at 40, I don't know, I can't tell.

I see. What about these things?

Do you recognize them? Are they hers? - Hers.

The hat is definitely hers, and the gloves too-- - What do you think

she was to him?

He loved her. Very much.

I love you so much.

You are my life, my destiny.

Everything I have is yours.

You don't have anything of your own, Mitenka.

Did you forget that?

And your destiny is completely different.

Different. But we all will share it.

And? Well, what happened next?

Did they maybe have an argument?

How would I know?

She sent me packing that very day.

What is it? I'm busy!

Sir, a Pavel Martynov has arrived from Petersburg.

Says it's about the Aristarkhov case.

Mr. Martynov? To what do I owe the pleasure?

Are you investigating Dmitriy Aristarkhov's case? - Yes, why?

I am a friend of his, I need to see him.

I'm afraid it's absolutely impossible.

Aristarkhov is accused of a grave offense and

he is refusing to cooperate with the investigation.

Under such circumstances

visits are not allowed.

That's why I came as soon as I read about his arrest in the papers.

I want to convince him to tell the truth.

I'm afraid his guilt is evident

and only repentance can alleviate his fate.

So that's how it is.

Mr. Aristarkhov, will you continue keeping quiet?

You have been trying my patience for three days now.

If you ask me, slow and steady wins the race.

Mr. Korobeinikov, however, might fly off the handle.

Do you want to go to Petersburg, to the dungeons?

You won't have it easy there, I can promise you that.

Well, are you going to answer my questions?

You know what I think?

You are no murderer.

You're just a very young, inexperienced

guileless man who fell in with a bad crowd.

Excuse me, Yakov Platonovich. Anton Andreyevich

asked to see the arrestee in his office.

Pasha.

Hello, Mitya.

- Who is he? - A friend of his, Pavel Martynov

arrived from Petersburg.

- How are you? - Hanging in there.

Mitya, you must come clean.

I know she was a bad woman.

She tortured you and you were not yourself

when you attacked her with a knife

Still, killing an innocent person is a dreadful sin.

Do you believe there's no other way out?

This is the best way out.

The court will take into account

that it was a crime of passion.

You will be shown leniency

and Iraida's soul will finally be at peace.

Iraida?

Yes. Her name was Iraida Suslova.

And I killed her.

THE MUMMY

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