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It's just some rubbish, who needs it, ma'am, what are you...

These are the doctor's records! Why are you doing this!

Stop her!

Boy, run to the precinct, find Shtolman

tell him to hurry here, now!

I didn't do it. Good sirs.

Cross my heart. Cross my heart.

Episode 8 THE DOCTOR'S NOTES

I'd never lay a hand on the widow

let alone the doctor. He was a saint!

A saint who didn't help you wife.

We get it.

The doctor couldn't help your Akulina, didn't save her.

And you decided to pay him back.

Confess and there'll be leniency for you.

Yes, it's my fault she died.

The old woman, the midwife told me, go get the doctor right now

But I didn't listen. I thought it was going to be all right.

And by the time he arrived, my Akulina bled out...

The doctor said he couldn't save her, only the baby.

So the baby is alive?

Yes. A son. Thanks to the doctor.

Where is he now?

I gave him to my sister to raise, she lives in the neighboring village.

What would I do with him? I'm not a woman, I don't have breasts to feed him.

We saw a little boy in Fomin's house.

Do you know whose child is he?

Nobody knows.

There are rumors that Pyotr Gavrilovich got him somewhere on the side.

The mother died, so he did the right thing and took the kid in.

When was that?

I'm not sure when exactly.

Last autumn.

But if you're innocent, my good man, tell me:

where were you the night when the widow Glebova came to see Fomin?

Home. In my own house.

Asleep.

Is that right?

Why did Fomin say you weren't in?

And his apprentice, Kolka, confirmed?

Who the hell knows!

Maybe they have a grudge against me and want to get rid of me?

Later!

Come in.

Mr. Shtolman...

I was sent to tell you you need to hurry to the widow Glebova's house!

Who sent you?

A young lady, beautiful too.

- I'll go with you. - Anton Andreyevich, stay here.

Finish the questioning without me. - Yakov Pl--

...sounds so beautiful.

If only we came sooner!

There's at least something left, thanks to you, Annette.

Good night, Anna Viktorovna. What happened?

Yakov Platonovich.

Agafia was trying to burn Dr. Glebov's papers.

But Uncle and I managed to save some.

My respects, Mr. Shtolman.

Good night, Pyotr Ivanovich.

Where is she now?

She ran away.

I tried to chase her but she turned out to be much faster.

Look what I found.

Agafia lost her baby when she was 4 months pregnant

Patient: Lykova Agafia, b. March 12, 1861, 23 y/o First pregnancy 14 weeks May 15, 1893

and she didn't want anyone to know.

But why did she have to burn everything?

Well, she is probably illiterate and couldn't find her own record.

Yes, it looks like you're right.

Will you explain what brought you to this house at this late hour?

What? Can you try and guess?

I was asked to come here.

Say, you've worked here long, right?

Why did Agafia burn the records?

She had an affair with the doctor

and she was too afraid you might find out.

Go.

Do you think Agafia was expecting the doctor's baby?

It's entirely possible.

Definitely.

Keep an eye on the house and if

Agafia shows up, let me know. - Yes, sir.

Anna Viktorovna, you know I'm infinitely glad to have your help

and I appreciate your involvement in the investigation but...

Why did you come to Glebova's house in the middle of the night? It's dangerous.

Good thing is your uncle's with you.

If I hadn't made here in time, you wouldn't have even this.

No, please. No need to thank me.

Good night.

Good night.

What were you looking for in here, Yakov Platonovich?

- Let go off me, you rat! - I said stay put!

Here, sir, we caught her at the inn.

Take her to the office.

Why am I here? I didn't do anything.

If you are, there must be a reason.

Just tell the truth.

A year ago, you were pregnant and lost the baby.

Not true! I'm not some kind of whore.

We have the record right here.

Agafia Lykova. It's you, isn't it?

Tell me everything. It's not my place to judge you.

Yes, it's true.

Only it was love, not some shameful filth.

He even wanted to marry me when he found out about the baby.

He said, "It's all right that you're from the common folk.

You'll see, we'll have a fine life together."

Did Antonina Glebova know about it?

No. Ivan didn't tell me anything.

He was waiting for the right moment.

Only I think the old hag figured it out on her own.

Once I was cleaning... I got up on a chair, to dust.

And she went and pushed me, as if by accident.

I fell and I lost the baby.

May she never have peace on the other side.

And then?

I spent two weeks sick in bed.

Right about that time, Ivan went to that damn village and disappeared.

If you're saying it was Antonina Glebova's fault that your baby died

why didn't you leave her house?

When the doctor when missing, it was like she lost her spirit.

She couldn't take two steps without tumbling down.

She cried, she couldn't sleep at night.

Who else would take care of her?

And I think she hated herself for that sin:

at least she could have taken comfort in the baby...

But no. Now she's alone in the whole wide world.

So you have forgiven her?

No. Did she ask for my forgiveness?

Only I wouldn't kill her, cross my heart!

May I, Pyotr Gavrilovich?

What do you want?

The coachman, Baranov, is charged with Glebova's murder, they arrested him yesterday.

I know. So what?

I was thinking... Maybe I should tell them we lied?

He really was home that night.

My conscience is tormenting me, Pyotr Gavrilovich, for lying because you told me to.

And nothing can relieve it.

Will this relieve your conscience?

Maybe only a little.

And if I add this?

I think it's calming down.

It's going to get all quiet in a second.

Don't open your mouth too wide.

Or you'll go to the labor camp yourself, for perjury, got it? - Got it.

Got it, Pyotr Gavrilovich.

Right. Take this to the Samsonovs. Hand it to Nastya personally.

If anybody else besides her see this... I'll rip your head off.

Got it, Pyotr Gavrilovich, I got it. I'm going now.

Uncle, are you sure you want this?

Because if you've changed your mind, it's not too late to call it off.

No, no, I want to know all secrets of the human body.

To penetrate the mystery of life and death...

So I hope the doctor won't refuse me.

- Ah, Pyotr Ivanovich, so good to see you. - My respects.

Good morning, Doctor.

Good morning, Anna Viktorovna, a patient is waiting for you already.

I'm going.

You know, Doctor, my uncle has a request for you. - Wait, Annette! Annette! Annette...

Well, my dear, I'll be waiting for you in a week.

Aleksandr Franzevich, here's the thing...

You see...

Right. You know what, I'd like to make a donation

to your hospital. Here. Please accept it. Please.

Pyotr Ivanovich, this is a very generous donation.

Thank you.

I have a small request for you.

Anna says that you will be prosecting the body of poor widow Glebova

in your anatomy theater today.

Could I attend?

Pyotr Ivanovich, first of all, anatomy theater is quite an overstatement.

We only have the prosectorium, and it happens there.

And, putting it mildly, it's not a sight for those of weak nerves.

You don't have to worry about that, my nerves are quite strong.

Well, in that case, please, let's go.

Oh, right now? Thank you.

Of course, Agafia could have acted quickly enough to kill Glebova.

But it was much easier for Baranov to do it.

I believe the coachman had no reason to kill the widow, after all, she didn't kill his baby.

But what if she suspected that he was the one who had killed her son and came to expose him?

Then it fits.

And that cut on his hand incriminates him.

She attacked him with a scalpel and managed to wound him.

It's only our suggestion that Glebova could have taken the scalpel from her son's kitbag.

But we can't rule out the possibility of Agafia killing the widow.

However she certainly did not kill the doctor.

It's very possible that Baranov didn't kill the doctor either.

Perhaps we'll never find out who's guilty of his murder.

Well, gentlemen, cynical as this may sound, we are in luck today.

The deceased had no living relatives and

there is no one to ask permission to prosect the body.

Let's get to work for the good of science.

Pyotr Ivanovich, look closer, I'm making an incision.

Give him ammonia to sniff.

Dear me, why did you say you had strong nerves?

Your nerves are good for nothing.

What is that she has under her fingernails?

- Ma'am, may I? - Come in.

Here's a message from your father, I was told to deliver it into your hands.

What-- Oh! What is it? What's happening?

Hey! Somebody, help! It's um... the madam is unwell!

Ma'am! Ma'am, what's wrong?

Don't just stand there, go get some water! - Yes, of course! At once!

Water...

What is this?

The specks of fabric I was able to extract from under the victim's fingernails.

I wonder if we can find out what sort of fabric it is.

I know someone, a patient - you might have seen him in the hallway just now...

He owns a tailor shop.

I consulted with him and he said that it's mostly likely so-called stamped velvet.

Stamped?

Yes, it's a very type sort of velvet.

Thank God, now we have at least some clue.

The murderer was dressed in stamped velvet

I wonder why he would dress up.

Where was he going that evening?

Or she. Stamped velvet is more often used for women's dresses.

Agafia definitely didn't have this kind of dress.

Where would she get the money?

Oh, Anna Viktorovna, again we're plagued by damnable unsatis-- uncertainty.

We have two suspects in the holding cell

and Yakov Platonovich and I can prove neither's guilt, unfortunately.

Gracious me, I've been meaning to tell you...

One night I was leaving-- well, anyway, I was going home

and whom do you think I saw by this very bookshop?

Whom?

Our mysterious judicial investigator, Yakov Platonovich.

He knocked on the door and it opened.

And a woman said, "I have been waiting for you a long time. Come in."

And?

He came in.

Anna Viktorovna, please...

Anna Viktorovna!

Forget him, he doesn't deserve you, I--

I don't know what tales he told you about his disappearance, his absence but

I am absolutely certain he wasn't completely honest with you.

Polina works in this bookshop.

She is a young, well-educated and very beautiful woman.

I won't be surprised if he has secret rendezvous with her.

Enough, Anton Andreyevich, please, let's not do this...

I'm not interested in the storms of Shtolman's inner world.

You have no idea how I'm glad to hear it.

I would give anything for your... peace of mind.

You are my best friend.

Oh, I've just remembered... - What?

How you proposed to me two years ago!

Come on, Anna Viktorovna...

Anton Andreyevich, I was truly unsound then, in the mind and soul.

I know that you did it out of the most genuine concern

and I will never forget it.

- Shall we have some buns? - To the bakery then?

Where are you going, dear heart?

I'm going to see Father.

He sent a message, he's feeling unwell.

Why don't we go see him together tomorrow?

But, Aleksey Eduardovich, I'd like to go now.

Sit down, my love, let's talk.

We have been married for six months now

but I still feel like you're hiding something.

You don't trust your husband.

You are mistaken.

I'm trying. I do everything -

for you, for your father.

I pay his debts, write him promissory notes.

Well, you have a lot of money, it won't hurt you.

Indeed.

Only it seems to me that your father

doesn't know the value of that money.

He abandoned his trade.

He goes from tavern to tavern, drinking heavily--

It's not my fault.

I'm not blaming you.

But I think I should stop giving money to your father.

For a while, until he comes to his senses.

No. Please, don't do this.

He'll sink even deeper, he'll be gone for good!

If you don't want me to, I won't go anywhere, I...

I won't take a step without your permission.

Just please, don't leave him without your help.

You're right, my angel.

So weak is man.

For it is said: He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone.

Once you began helping, help without judging.

I didn't just take you, my wife, but also everyone you hold dear.

But you too must do me a favor.

If you're hiding something...

confess... and know that I won't forgive unfaithfulness.

Annette, you have no idea how big of a fool I have made of myself today.

Once Aleksandr Franzevich raised his scalpel and made a small incision

I passed out like a delicate young lady.

On the other hand, thanks to your embarrassment, the doctor found a new piece of evidence.

Oh, I am so grateful for this. At least I was of some use.

Tell me, Uncle...

Why do men always lie to women?

Well, Annette, there are various reasons.

Say you love one woman, you confess your feelings to her

but at the same time, you give your attentions to another woman.

How is it possible?

It's so low.

Annette, it's very simple. I means I like both women.

Why are you asking?

Just out of curiosity.

I wasn't completely honest.

Life sometimes puts us in difficult situations

sometimes with no way out.

You love one woman but you have to live with another, or...

you chase a woman for all the world to see

just because you don't want anyone to know who really has your heart.

You?

all right.

We're not alone, are we?

Did you summon someone's spirit?

She came by herself.

Are you all right?

Fine.

Good night.

- Do you want me to walk you? - No.

Anastasia Petrovna, Miss Mironova is here to see you.

Anna! What a nice surprise.

Please, forgive me for coming without invitation.

It's all right. I'm so happy to see you!

We rarely have guests.

Well, why are you standing? Please, sit down.

Thank you.

Let's have tea.

To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you here again, my lady?

You know, I have something to discuss with your wife.

Probably something to do with the investigation?

Oh, no, of course not! This is between ladies.

I don't think you will be interested.

Why not? I'm very interested. Very.

You were wearing such a beautiful dress last time, Anastasia Petrovna.

I'd like to know who made it.

And the dress you're wearing right now is outstanding.

You have incredible taste.

You know, I just recently came back from Paris.

And I can say that you would easily outshine even fashionable Parisiennes.

Stop it, you must be exaggerating.

Not at all! No, all of Zatonsk keeps talking about your outfits...

and saying how lucky you are to have such a fine husband.

Yes, it's true, I pamper my dear wife.

My love, be so kind, show your other outfits to Miss Mironova.

I would love to!

Oh, this is beyond my wildest dreams!

Red stamped velvet is a rare, expensive fabric, isn't it?

We need to talk to all tailors in town:

if anyone had a dress made from it, they must remember.

We have done that, Yakov Platonovich.

None of the Zatonsk tailors works with this fabric.

Did you ask the Fomins as well?

Should I have? He used to make shirts and sheepskins anyway

and now he quit the trade altogether

Nevertheless, I'd like to talk to him again.

He is hiding something.

And this velvet is a good excuse to pay him a visit.

We can also talk to his apprentice while we're at it.

Anna Viktorovna, have you seen Anna Viktorovna today?

Yakov Platonovich, you should leave her alone.

Don't open old wounds.

I know this is none of my business but...

you don't love her.

But it seems that you do love her.

You know I don't have a chance with her.

I'm not nobility, just a commoner and no match for Anna Viktorovna.

You have my sympathy, Anton Andreyevich.

And I assure you I'm grateful that you have been her faithful friend through all these years.

Don't toy with her heart.

Anna Viktorovna is the best woman I have ever met.

And she deserves devoted love and the greatest of happiness

...even if it's not with me.

Here, look.

How magnificent... The fabrics...

Yes, your husband is very generous indeed.

You must be so happy, Anastasia Petrovna.

Unfortunately, you need more than expensive dresses to be happy.

Ah, never mind.

This is the most sumptuous one.

Astonishing fabric.

You can have it if you want it.

Why?

Aleksey Eduardovich gave it to me as an engagement present.

I can't look at it.

Are you unhappy with him?

I married at my father's insistence.

His business wasn't doing well, he had no money at all.

And this was such a grand prospect.

I didn't dare say no.

It's sad. I feel sorry for you.

Look... I can see you have a kind heart.

Please, help me. I need to go see my father immediately

or a terrible misfortune will happen and I won't be able to bear it.

My husband won't let me go alone.

He watches my every step, he is jealous.

Perhaps if you were to go with me, he wouldn't mind.

We'll tell him we're going to town, to the dress-maker...

to order a dress for you. What do you say?

Come on, it's time.

Only no dressmaker in Zatonsk can make you a dress like this.

The fabric was brought from Venice, and the sewing was done in Petersburg:

a dress for Nastenka and a waistcoat for Pyotr Gavrilovich.

Pyotr Gavrilovich has a waistcoat made from this velvet?

He does, unless he pawned it.

Anna Viktorovna...

Anna Viktorovna, please, don't be long.

I get sick at heart when my wife isn't with me.

I can't exist without her.

As your father would say:

Wherever the needle goes, the thread follows.

Go.

Come on, stop it. It's not your place.

You'll do as the master says.

You only know how to listen to the master.

He promises you money and you're willing to sell your own mother.

You sent an innocent man to the labor camp...

Shut up! Or I'll make you.

You too!

It's time, let's go.

Come on, let's go, now.

Sashenka! Sashenka, my boy!

Sashenka...

Where are you going?

Nastenka, your father told us to take the baby to the orphanage.

Give me the kid, Anastasia Petrovna

You'll have to kill me first.

I won't give Sashenka to anyone anymore, you can tell that to Father!

Pyotr Gavrilovich, it's a mess here...

Why are you here? What are you up to?

Give her the boy and go back to your husband.

What? I only married him because you swore you'd take care of my son

and now you're putting him in an orphanage?

Stop coming here!

If Aleksey Eduardovich finds out... - I don't care!

I'm not going to be apart from Sashenka anymore!

Idiot! I should have left your spawn to die in the field!

So it's your baby.

Anastasia Petrovna.

Yes, it's my son.

Why has your father mentioned the field just now?

God, please, help me.

What's wrong? Are you unwell?

Anastasia Petrovna...

Doctor... Doctor, help me...

So, it happened on the night the doctor went missing.

You murdered him to hide your secrets.

And you knew everything and covered for your daughter.

How dare you? Accusing me of murdering someone who saved me and Sashenka?

The doctor was caught in a thunderstorm...

His horses bolted and he fell into the ravine!

And you got rid of the widow Glebova because

she somehow found out you had murdered her son.

No! I never murdered anyone!

An innocent person would be weeping right now.

You broke her skull and threw her into the ravine

and your father and his apprentice falsely accused coachman Baranov.

He'll go to the labor camp instead of you!

Great, isn't it?

Is this true? Why did you do it?

Don't believe them, Nastya. They're slandering us.

Right, a little more... A little more... More... A little more!

There! That's it! Excellent. That's it.

Pyotr Gavrilovich, congratulations.

You have a grandson. A healthy, strong boy. A warrior.

Hurry, take them home.

I don't understand how you let her out of the house in her condition.

I guess I took my eyes off her, Doctor... My bad.

- Hurry, hurry. - Nastya, can you walk? Your carriage is over there.

Get in.

There, hold him. Go on, go on.

Wait a moment here, I'll be right back.

I want to thank the doctor.

Thank you, Doctor... so much.

Not at all.

Only please, don't tell anyone about this.

Of course. I understand.

So it was you who killed him!

I believe so.

In Fomin's house, you should find a waistcoat made of stamped velvet

the same velvet your dress is made of.

His son-in-law's present.

You can't prove anything.

Well, Kolka, tell us the truth, if you don't want to go to prison.

I will, I'll tell you everything.

As I understand, the coachman has nothing to do with this, right?

Right. Nothing to do with this.

Pyotr Gavrilovich told me to lie about him.

Stop lying, bastard!

Don't be afraid. Tell it as it was.

Well, so, the widow Glebova walked out of the door...

and he followed her fifteen minutes later.

- He's lying! Lies! Scum! He's lying! - Sit down! Sit, I said!

Yakov Platonovich! We found it. Red stamped velvet.

Oh! And he had this cane with him too.

Well, Mr. Fomin. No use denying it now.

You should tell the whole truth, it will make your punishment lighter.

I'm not telling you anything.

There was a young shoemaker in your sloboda.

We fell in love.

My father was very unhappy about it.

He wasn't rich, and we would see each other in secret.

What happened then?

He left for Moscow and was stabbed there.

Then I realized I was with child.

Father nearly killed me then. He locked in my room, wouldn't let me go out of the house.

And when my time came, he brought an old midwife from the village.

There were bad rumors about her, they said she strangled infants for money.

That's why I ran from home, in the middle of the night, god knows where.

It's a good thing that you ran into Dr. Glebov.

Good? He died because of me, it's my fault.

He is happy because he helped your Sashenka come into the world.

How do you know that?

I have a feeling. You said it yourself, he was a very kind man.

It's true. God rest his soul.

When Sashenka was born, I insisted that he should stay in the house.

Or I would have gone begging with him in my arms.

I couldn't let go of him for a second.

Then, six months later, Samsonov came to town, and

my father started praising me for him, playing matchmaker, brought him into the house.

And you agreed to marry him on the condition that your father would look after your son.

Yes. That's what I said to him, and he agreed.

My love, what's going on here?

Why is the police here? And I was told Pyotr Gavrilovich was arrested and...

What is this?

I need to talk to you, Aleksey Eduardovich.

Very well.

Let's go outside.

Will you look after Sashenka?

Yes, of course.

Well, Anton Andreyevich, congratulations.

The case is solved.

Likewise, Yakov Platonovich.

But there's one thing I don't understand.

Why did Fomin have to kill Glebova?

Even if she came to accuse him of her son's death.

What proof did she have?

Who would have believed her?

She was Anastasia Samsonova's housekeeper.

She must have realized the woman had an illegitimate son

and blackmailed him, threatening to tell her husband.

And he couldn't let that happen.

Besides, he who killed once will want to kill again.

I know this for a fact.

But what was Anna Viktorovna doing here?

Let's ask her. She's still here.

What is this?

It's not even a scandal, it's a disgrace.

I will never forgive you, never

for deceiving me so.

I was blind.

I thought your father was a hopeless, but kind man.

But he is a tormentor and a murderer.

Go take your son.

We are going home.

Aleksey Eduardovich...

Alyosha...

I didn't know you were like this...

Anna Viktorovna, but why did you decide to go to the Samsonovs'?

I went to the crime scene in the ravine

and found the scalpel

with scraps of that red stamped velvet on it.

The Samsonovs' house is right next to that place.

So I thought I'd go there and see

if any of them has clothes made of that fabric.

I'm not even asking how you found the murder scene.

How nice that they came to an agreement.

Yes, I'm also happy for them.

Now the child will grow up with his mother.

And Anastasia may come to love her husband.

You think it's possible to love a person

just because they are kind and noble?

Why not, Anton Andreyevich?

A mad passion rarely leads to happiness.

Whereas a quiet attachment... and trust... on the contrary.

I don't recognize you, Anna Viktorovna.

Spoken like the headmistress of a girls' gymnasium.

You know, Yakov Platonovich

when I was a student there

we would get a serious scolding only for one offense.

- What offense was that? - Lying.

Let me take you home. I have something to tell you.

Don't you have to report to Tregubov?

I believe you can do it for me. Tregubov is fond of you.

You forget yourself!

Anna Viktorovna! Are you all right? I was worried about you.

I was told you had helped to catch another dangerous criminal.

Andrey Petrovich, it's so good to see you.

Will you take me home?

That's why I'm here.

Gentlemen, good day to you.

Please.

THE DOCTOR'S NOTES

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