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ST. PETERSBURG 1893

I am glad all charges against you have been dropped, Mr. Shtolman.

I know how hard it was for you, but believe me,

your service to the nation has not been forgotten.

I am glad to hear it.

If I may... to what do I owe the honor?

For a start, take a look at this.

This is...

heinous villainy, probably caused by

derangement of some sort.

Yakov Platonovich...

What are you willing to do to clear your name?

Anything, Your Excellency.

Well, in this case, I have

a very dangerous assignment for you.

ZATONSK TOWN HOSPITAL

Episode 9 LULLABY

May I?

Bonjour, Mademoiselle.

Anatoliy Pavlovich Ovchinnikov, at your service.

Entrez-vous s'il vous plait, Anatoliy Pavlovich.

If I may...

What ails you?

You see, Anna Viktorovna, I have been plagued by insomnia.

Once I close my eyes, I begin to hear

odd sounds, footsteps and murmurs...

although I know for a fact that there is nobody else in my bedroom.

How long has this been going on?

Ever since I moved to this house.

You see, my beloved wife... she died

several months ago.

Of course, I was sick with grief, but, as they say, c'est la vie...

So, to escape the thoughts and memories, I moved to this house.

But I can't find peace here either.

Insomnia is often caused by a nervous breakdown...

Anna Viktorovna, it's something completely different.

You see, I think this house is cursed.

Do you believe in curses?

Think about it:

a landlord by name of Kulagin lived there before me,

27 years of age, young, tall handsome Lothario...

comme il faut.

And he was found dead in his bed one morning.

Heart failure.

There are many diseases...

The owner before him, landlord Arkhipov

was found dead in the same bedroom, too.

Of course, he was 50, tout a une fin, all things must pass.

But he did not suffer from any diseases

and died as suddenly, in his sleep.

Anna Viktorovna, all this worries me, a lot.

Il n'y a pas de fumee sans feu...

There is no smoke without fire.

I understand. But how can I help you?

Anna Viktorovna, I know you have some...

capacite... abilities.

Please, could you speak to the previous owners

and find out how they died?

- Anatoliy... - Pavlovich.

There are many, many diseases

that kill people in their sleep.

So you suppose it's just a coincidence?

I believe that if there had been a slightest suspicion

of those deaths not being accidental,

the police would have begun investigating immediately.

And now I am going to give you excellent sleeping drops.

You will sleep like a corpse.

I mean, like a baby.

Come in.

Good morning, Miss. This has just been delivered from Mr. Kliuyev.

There is a note.

This lost but utterly charming creature I have found in my bard this morning

is hoping for your love and care.

Oh my God! So cute...

How adorable! It's so cute.

Hurry up, fetch a saucer of milk. - Yes, Miss.

Good morning, Annushka! What on earth is this?

Mom, look how pretty it is...

The last thing our house needs is a cat!

He's going to ruin all our furniture and

I can already feel an itching in my throat from the cat fur... Look!

See, it's starting.

Where did you get it? - Andrey Petrovich has sent it.

Oh, it's so pretty! So cute!

Fine, it can stay.

No, take it, take it, Anna.

Good morning, Mr. Kliuyev.

Good morning, Mr. Shtolman.

Flowers at this early hour. You must be very serious about courting someone.

Are you sure this woman likes roses?

Must we play this game? You know very well who she is.

Well. Anna Viktorovna is a wonderful, beautiful young woman

and she deserves to be very happy.

Mr. Shtolman, we don't have to be enemies.

If you too have your sights set on Anna Viktorovna,

she should be the one to choose the best man.

Listen to me. You don't have to wait long now.

It will all change soon.

This I can promise you.

To whom were you talking just now?

Masha, I was rehearsing my courtroom speech.

A new case? Whom are you defending?

Masha, I'm running late for court. We'll talk in the evening.

- I'll order the carriage to get ready then-- - Don't!

I'll do it myself. Please, dear heart,

leave me alone for now..

I have to finish my speech, I have to get ready.

I'm sorry, darling, but you're distracting me.

Well, wasn't that lucky.

You shouldn't have come to my study!

Andrey Petrovich!

How sweet.

This is for you.

Thank you.

Did you get my other present this morning?

Your present purred very loudly,

gobbled down a whole saucer of milk

and was appointed the hospital cat--

to catch mice and amuse the patients. Please, sit.

Thank you. Of course

it is an enviable place of employment, every cat's dream.

Thank you for taking care of it.

Good day, Doctor. - Mr. Kliuyev.

Anna Viktorovna, I'm going to town

to certify a death.

As I remember, you asked me to teach you to fill out the certificate correctly.

Of course, Doctor, I'm coming with you.

I'm waiting for you then.

Doctor.

Andrey Petrovich.

Come to dinner tonight.

Maria Timofeyevna will be glad.

With great pleasure.

You're pretty!

- You're pretty too... - Play with me! Let's play!

Miss, don't get mad! My girl is not well in the head.

- Play with me, let's play!

- How many times have I told you to stay inside?! - It's fine, it's all right!

Anna Viktorovna, let's go, they are waiting for us. - Right.

- My condolences. - Hello, Doctor.

What is the matter, Anna Viktorovna?

Oh God. He came to see me at the hospital yesterday.

He said he was suffering from insomnia.

And I prescribed him sulfonal.

Sulfonal.

Judging by the amount of liquid in the vial,

he had no more than 20 drops.

Am I correct in assuming that you are his son?

Stepson. Saveliy Verbitskiy.

Did your stepfather get ill often?

No, he didn't mention anything serious.

And you must be the maid.

Yes, Doctor.

What did he eat and drink yesterday?

Just the usual.

He had coffee and oladyi* for breakfast... (*Russian yeast pancakes)

A roast for lunch, ukha* for dinner. (*Russian fish soup)

I came from school in the morning,

went to his bedroom, and he--

Why did he die, Doctor?

Most likely, it was a sudden cardiac arrest.

He could have a latent asymptomatic disease.

If you want me to give you the exact cause of death

I will have to do an autopsy.

Autopsy? My late mother wouldn't approve of it.

Aleksandr Franzevich,

You must do an autopsy.

Ovchinnikov told me

that two previous owners of this house died exactly the same way.

And I didn't believe him.

A coincidence like this is impossible Impossible.

You are probably right.

But to get permission for the autopsy, we need the consent of the next of kin.

Or a police order.

And I have yet to see any cause for investigation.

Go.

- W-wait, stop! - Stop.

Mother's jewelry is missing.

It was always in the box

in the wardrobe, but it's gone now.

There is your cause to involve the police.

40 Bolshaya Morskaya Str. St. Petersburg

Well, Yakov Platonovich,

do you feel like Caesar when he has crossed the Rubicon?

That is a curious letter you have there.

Secret police, the Guard Department*. (*or Okhrana, officially the Department for Protecting the Public Security and Order)

Can you shed some light on the mystery from five years ago?

At least Prince Razumovsky's murder?

The prince was murdered by the footman, just as the investigation assumed.

Was he? But the rumors--

Rumors are called rumors for a reason, Anton Andreyevich.

Unfortunately, I can't tell you anything interesting.

I won't insist further.

Is there a conspiracy brewing in our town?

On what do you report to St. Petersburg?

I only collect information about one person.

Is there a lot of information? Who is this person?

You are looking more and more like Rebushinky.

A message for Mr. Korobeinikov!

Mail this immediately.

This is from Anna Viktorovna.

She requests police to be sent to merchant Ovchinnikov's house.

Looks like there has been a murder.

I believe we have to go.

Capitolina Kondratieva...

How long have you been working as a maid here?

About a month. Master hired me right when he came to Zatonsk.

Who else works in the house?

There's the cook, with her daughter...

They stayed from when the Arkhipovs lived here.

Vaska, the coachman, and...

there was also a steward, but Master sacked him

a couple of weeks ago.

His surname is Ignatov.

So you're saying you opened the door with your own key...

When was that?

About 6 in the morning, day was just breaking.

So the jewelry was an inside job?

What do you think?

Do you maybe suspect anyone?

I don't know, sir, maybe it wasn't stolen at all.

How so?

Maybe Master pawned it or took it to the bank for safekeeping?

To the bank?

The jeweler came yesterday to do an inventory.

Did you see where his own key was?

As usual, on the hook by the door.

And you're sure nobody else had copies?

I'm sure.

- Here is the coachman, Vasiliy. - Sir.

Well, Vasiliy, you know what happened, don't you?

Something went missing from the house.

Of course, I know, sir.

What was it? What's missing?

Jewelry.

All right. Where were you two last night?

Each in their own room, on the servants' part of the house.

Can anybody confirm this?

That you didn't step out of your rooms?

Well, sir, we both slept in the same room. In mine.

This is not what you've just told me.

Even if we did step out of the room,

Anatoliy Pavlovich always locks

his part of the house from the inside.

You know what, you can go for now, we'll talk more later.

No need to stand up, Aleksandr Franzevich.

Were you able to determine the cause of death?

I'm afraid you were right.

Ovchinnikov did indeed die of asphyxiation.

He was suffocated?

Yes, I think he was smothered with a pillow in his sleep.

I should have taken him seriously.

Anna Viktorovna, my dear,

don't blame yourself.

His death is not your fault.

- Serafima Lyskova? The cook? - Yes.

Why didn't you come out with the others?

I'm sorry, sir, I'm just afraid to leave my daughter alone.

Come on in, please.

We won't take much of your time.

Were you here in this room last night?

Yes. Where else would I be?

I'm always watching my daughter

or she can run away and get lost.

And I always tie her hand to mine with a string for the night.

Really?

Is your daughter ill?

Yes. She isn't right in the head.

She grew up so big but her mind is that of a young child.

The late mistress, Vera Ivanovna Arkhipova,

she tried to help us, took her to different doctors

but nothing changed, and...

Arkhipova is the wife of that landlord

who was found dead in his bedroom five years ago.

The same happened to the previous owner, Kulagin, Yakov Platonovich.

People actually say that this house is cursed.

- Mama, who are they? - Easy, easy...

Oh, what do people know, how is it cursed...

Arkhipov drank like a fish.

He had barrel fever and died.

Kulagin became addicted to opium tincture.

He couldn't sleep without it

and one night he just took too much, and that was it.

They are bad, bad, I want them to go, Mama, they are bad!

I'm sorry, sirs, I'm sorry... Easy, Varechka, easy.

Goodbye.

Goodbye... There, it's all right. Come on, tell me about--

Have the officers checked the house?

They have but the jewelry is nowhere to be seen.

No traces of break-in on the door,

the windows on the masters' part are locked from the inside.

I think anyone could have had a copy of the key made.

I agree.

Few know how much we need to know to learn how little we know.

Anna Viktorovna, good afternoon!

Good afternoon, Polina.

Did something happen? You never come by anymore.

We have so many new arrivals.

If I offended you in any way...

I have heard rumors of your relationship with a gentleman I care about.

Tell me, Polina: are you and Shtolman having an affair?

No, you are wrong, it's nothing like that.

Let me explain.

Only it's a private conversation. Please.

CLOSED

Just delivered from Dr. Milz, Anton Andreyevich.

Thank you.

Ovchinnikov was suffocated, just like I said.

I lived in St. Petersburg until recently.

We had a group of several young men and women there.

We discussed new books, talked about the problems of Russia...

We never did anything illegal.

But someone reported us.

And the Guard Department decided that we were a secret society.

We all were arrested, my friends were exiled from St. Petersburg

and I was convicted and sentenced to one year in prison.

But why?

Because we would gather in my house.

I completed my sentence three months ago

but I lost the right to live in St. Petersburg.

It was because of this that I came to Zatonsk to start over.

However, like all suspects, I am under surveillance

and my surveillance agent is Mr. Shtolman.

He is my watcher, Anna, and I live like a prisoner.

He can show up at any time of day or night

and I have no right not to let him in.

Oh God. I can't believe it.

Didn't you know he was involved with the secret police?

His job of a judicial investigator is only a cover.

Anna, I'm so sorry I have upset you.

I suspected you had feelings for him.

I used to have feelings for him.

I knew that Shtolman had secret assignments.

But I thought that he was catching real criminals.

Not keeping an eye on... "suspects".

Can I hope you to come by my shop?

You are my only friend in this town.

I realize that being friends with someone under secret police surveillance is--

Polina, please, stop it.

How can you say this?

Of course, we are friends.

I don't understand. On what ground?

Police, Mr. Ignatov. Shtolman, judicial investigator.

Some valuables went missing from Mr. Ovchinnikov's house last night,

and he himself was murdered.

I think you worked for him?

I haven't been working for him for two weeks now.

I had nothing to do with this.

I can see the news hasn't upset you much.

What's there for me to be upset about?

He was a rotten man.

Speaking ill of the dead?

Sir, he hired me as a steward.

He told me to get the house ready for his arrival.

I hired workers, I refloored the damn house,

replaced the windows, cleaned the chimneys.

And he didn't give me one small coin.

I had to pay the workers out of my own pocket.

Where were you last night?

Here, at my place.

Is there anyone who can confirm this?

I live alone.

I see. Don't leave town for the duration of investigation.

I get it, I do, you are suspecting me.

But you're wasting your time, sir.

There were many people who had a grudge against Ovchinnikov.

For example?

Well, take his stepson, Saveliy.

He hated his stepfather,

because Ovchinnikov drove his mother to the grave with debauchery and affairs.

At least interview the servants properly.

They rowed every week,

it nearly came to fistfights.

My apologies, Andrey Petrovich.

Maria Timofeyevna is in her room with a migraine.

My brother, it seems, got held up in court,

Anna is at the hospital, so we'll have a tete-a-tete.

It's all right, I enjoy your company.

You are a remarkably pleasant conversation partner.

Thank you.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Nice.

Good day. I am here to inquire about merchant Ovchinnikov.

You were making an inventory of jewelry yesterday afternoon.

Yes, sir.

He wanted the jewelry evaluated for the bank.

This is my copy.

A sapphire and diamond brooch, a pair of emerald earrings...

a pearl and ruby necklace, rings. Quite beautiful, expensive items.

You don't often meet someone owns jewelry like this while keeping two and a half servants.

Did you know Anatoliy Pavlovich well?

We didn't know each other well.

But I must tell you he was one sleazy gentleman.

Not a penny to his name...

But his late wife must have been very rich.

Did she order anything from you?

Oh, no. She mostly sold her own items.

She visited me a few times

when she and her husband still lived in the neighboring county.

She was very unhappy with him.

How do you know that?

Of course, she never told me anything

but I have learned to understand my clients without words.

And, well, one can tell an unhappy woman a mile off.

Really?

Thank you, you've been very helpful.

I could never imagine it was possible to meet an extraordinary woman like your niece

in a backwater place like this.

Not only is she beautiful, but also intelligent, well-educated--

I see you are quite taken with her, yes, I can see that.

I'm not trying to hide it.

But I feel that ordinary words or tokens of affection

won't help me win her over.

I don't understand what she wants, what she expects from me.

One word of advice: take your time.

Slow and steady wins the race.

The thing is--

Annette!

- Anna Viktorovna. - Oh, Andrey Petrovich,

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.

I have had a marvelous time in your uncle's company.

- Oh? Pyotr Ivanovich. - Yes?

Are you going somewhere?

Yes, Annette. Yes. I have business to attend to.

So you will have to entertain your guest on your own.

What kind of business could that be?

Urgent business. Very urgent.

Good day to you.

- Pyotr Ivanovich. - Good day. Yes, business.

Is something troubling you?

Would you like to take a walk?

I would.

Anna Viktorovna...

Why are you sad? Confide in me.

Andrey Petrovich, have you ever been disappointed

by someone you used to care about?

I know how hard it can be.

When we're in love, the object of our infatuation seems perfect to us

devoid of any flaw...

But over time, we begin to see things we didn't notice before.

And it can be terrifying.

For many years, I loved a man. I was miserable, I cried...

But today, I've realized he's not worth it.

Congratulations. Your past has released you.

You are free now.

And soon you will be happy again.

You really think so?

Not a doubt in my mind.

No criminal case was opened for either Arkhipov or Kulagin.

Both deaths were certified as natural

Did you find anything at Ignatov's?

No, but I placed him under surveillance.

He made some rather uncomplimentary remarks about the diceased:

the latter hadn't paid him for the renovation of the house.

His motive?

Among the jobs that had been done in the house,

he mentioned cleaning the fireplace chimney...

The fireplace is in Ovchinnikov's bedroom, isn't it?

Looks like it.

We need to check tomorrow if it's possible

to get into the bedroom from the roof through the chimney.

Yakov Platonovich, do that, while I

go to Saveliy's school and check his alibi, if you don' mind.

Do you think he could have murdered his stepfather?

Anatoliy Pavlovich.

I'm sorry.

I dismissed your request.

It's my fault.

Help me find your murderer.

Who killed you?

Look for the woman.

Go.

Anna Viktorovna!

What are you doing here?

What about you?

I am interviewing the neighbors, in my professional capacity.

What professional capacity is that?

Keeping people under surveillance...

You have become the oppressor of all free-thinking people?

I didn't expect that of you.

- I must say I don't understand-- - Don't.

Don't, I know everything.

I thought better of you.

You have the right to be as cross with me as you like

but I really am here on the case of Ovchinnikov's murder.

And since you're here as well,

I dare assume that our interests are aligned

and I wanted to ask you to help.

I have wronged Anatoliy Pavlovich.

I made light of his words, and now he is dead.

What did you want to ask me?

The cook's daughter, Varvara...

Talk to her, I think she may have seen or heard something.

Unfortunately, she is ill.

But witnesses like her sometimes remember much more than others.

Why do you want me to talk to her?

She is clearly afraid of men.

I didn't know.

Since I was going to talk to her anyway,

I have to admit that you and I are moving in the same direction.

But it doesn't mean we are going the same way.

- Greetings, young gentlemen! - Morning.

Are any of you friends or, perhaps, classmates with Saveliy Ovchinnikov?

Who's asking?

My name is Anton Andreyevich Korobeinikov,

I'm from police, Head of Investigations.

What did Savka do?

Did stab his stepfather or what?

Yes, this could be funny if it wasn't true.

His stepfather has been murdered indeed

And you think Saveliy could have strangled or stabbed him, do you?

Why, he didn't like him?

Didn't like him is an understatement, he hated him.

Only Saveliy is a wimp, he can't even beat up little brats here.

Did anybody see Saveliy Friday night?

Well, we were having a party...

and he was there with us.

Yeah, we played a drinking game and he outdrank me.

All right. Anybody knows when he went home?

At 2 in the morning... or maybe at 4.

- Show me to Saveliy's room. - Of course, follow me.

You came to play with me?

She is good, good..

Come, let's get on the bed, come... Let's play, let's play...

Take her.

Hush, my baby, hush and sleep...

Hush, my baby, don't you weep...

I lay my baby on the bed...

Sleepy eyes and sleepy head...

- Your doll is good. - She is good.

Who else is good?

- Is mama good? - She is good.

What about your master, Anatoliy Pavlovich?

He is bad, bad!

He... he made Capitolina cry.

Hush, hush, shh, there, there...

Yes, there's plenty of room here.

So, that's it...

How did I not think of it myself?

Right, how stupid must you be to get through the front door?

In plain sight... And there you go.

Got in, got out, escaped through the backyards.

So, Ignatov was last here last two weeks ago

and never came back.

No, sir, he never showed up again.

Master did him wrong.

Are you Capitolina?

Yes.

Did your late master mistreat you?

I was told you had been crying because of him.

Who told you this nonsense?

It was Varya, wasn't it? Don't listen to her, she is soft in the head.

My sister died last month and

I was indeed crying all the time.

But master had nothing to do with it.

Anatoliy Pavlovich has always been nothing but good to me.

May I go now?

Thank you. You may go.

I can see you were able to talk to Varvara.

I was. She said that the late Ovchinnikov was bad.

What do you think it means?

I have no idea.

It's a game of hers. She divides people into good and bad.

But we never finished talking because--

Her mother came in.

What is it, Anna Viktorovna?

A man, middle-aged...

He was trying to see the brooch. The trackers tailed him

and caught him red-handed.

Sapphires and diamonds.

Here it is. Why didn't we find anything during the search?

He was digging in the garden this morning, sir.

Must have buried everything there.

Hurry up then, faster than lightning, dig up his whole garden.

Yes, sir.

Well, Mr. Ignatov, tell me how you robbed and murdered merchant Ovchinnikov.

I didn't murder him and I didn't rob him.

Same old story.

There's a secret passage here. I need light.

Wait for me here.

Yakov Platonovich...

Yakov Platonovich!

LULLABY

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