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Bravo!

I hope you will delight our eyes many more times to come.

Allow me to steal the lady away for a moment...

If I may...

Hold this please.

A word.

Where are your manners? What do you think you're doing?!

Who are you to tell me what to do?

You worthless wimp, a joke of a man!

Ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served.

To the table!

Help!

Help!

For god's sake!

Somebody... Somebody, help!

Help!

Episode 11 THE FAIR GYPSY

She was just a child, oh God, how savage...

Stop crying, please, Mother, I'll order the carriage. We're going home.

Ladies and gentlemen, please don't leave the estate until we ascertain all the facts.

I need more light. Good man, candles, please.

Closer.

Get some water.

Mr. Makarov, pull yourself together and

tell me what happened.

My wife went to the annex...

Then I went there... I came there and she was already...

on the floor... not breathing.

And you went back immediately and called for help?

About five minutes later. Maybe more.

The fireworks were over by then.

Anton Andreyevich, we need to find out how long the show was going on.

I have. About 20 minutes.

Is anything missing?

Earrings.

She was wearing earrings.

I gave them to her as a wedding present.

Expensive?

I paid a whole fortune for them...

But Nadenka loved them so much...

Have some water. Go on, have some water.

Father, don't be sad.

She didn't deserve you.

Get out!

Petrusha, more drinks.

Don't overdo it, Serge, you'll get a migraine again.

Zhenechka, it's not the time! Such a tragedy...

Poor Nadezhda, poor Alexey Petrovich...

I don't see a reason to be so despondent about some servant.

You have no heart!

I'll order the carriage to be prepared.

Wait, Mr. Kliuyev.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'll say it again: nobody's leaving the estate

until we have interviewed everybody.

But, sir, I have to be in the office tomorrow morning!

Your office will wait.

The murder weapon hasn't been found yet

so we will have to conduct a search of personal belongings.

Why are you so certain the criminal is among those present here?

An outsider could have gotten in.

I am not certain of anything but I can't rule out this either.

But, sir, I haven't seen or heard anything!

The noise was so terrible that my ears popped.

You couldn't hear a cannon round, let alone a pistol shot.

If Mr. Shtolman believes it necessary, we have to assist him.

It's in our interests that they find the criminal

and do it as soon as possible.

Don't worry, ladies and gentlemen.

Settle in. There are plenty of rooms in the house.

I'll make the arrangements.

He was displeased. He grabbed her hand

and walked her away.

What happened next?

I felt awkward and turned away immediately.

I understand.

When I turned around again, they weren't there, and I didn't see where they had gone.

We'll find out.

Did you come to the party with Mr. Kliuyev?

Yes. He and my uncle have become fast friends.

And I, too, find his company very pleasant.

Yes, I came with Andrey Petrovich.

Why, are you suspecting him as well?

It's my job to suspect everyone.

It's impossible.

I was looking at Andrey Petrovich and Pyotr Ivanovich.

They were both watching the fireworks.

You seem angry with me for some reason, Anna Viktorovna.

Does Mr. Judicial Investigator have any more questions for me?

He does.

Do you miss me*? (*or maybe "it" - the past, what they used to have: there is no object, it's lit. "do you miss?")

Ma'am, where were you during the fireworks?

In my room.

Why weren't you with the guests?

Is it against the law?

Of course not. But I would like to know the reason.

I had a headache.

And I can't stand all this gypsy nonsense.

It's awfully vulgar.

Excuse me, if that's all, I have to see that the guests are accommodated.

Yes, of course. I understand.

So you didn't see any of the guests step away during the show?

Staring at guests is not our job.

Get me this, get me that, that's our job.

Don't you know that?

Would you like a drink?

No, thank you.

You may go.

Well. Please.

- Take a seat. - Thank you.

I'm sorry, I can't...

Nadenka's death hit me very hard...

She was a wonderful girl.

Although you must have heard all kinds of gossip already.

Did you know her well?

I used to know her mother.

Gypsy Rada...

She was a singer.

And the way she sang...

Made your soul soar...

Many people would come to Yard* just to listen to her, yes... (a restaurant famous for its gypsy choir)

When I passing through in Moscow a couple of years ago

I went there for this exact purpose.

To see Rada.

Only... she died.

That's where I met Nadenka.

I invited her to my table, we started talking...

She said that her situation was a burden to her,

that she wanted to change her life...

And when my steward

assured me he wanted to marry her,

I was glad. I was glad, only...

Theirs was not a good marriage.

Why was that?

He was insanely jealous of her.

Perhaps he had his reasons.

If you mean me...

I haven't been interested in these things for a very long time.

I'm not that young, you know.

As for the others, I don't know anything.

Are there guns in the house?

But of course.

Hunting rifles. And a Smith & Wesson revolver.

Yes. After all, I am an officer.

Did you check if it's where it should be?

Wait... wait... just a minute.

Wait, wait. I'll be-- I'll be right back...

Pyotr Ivanovich, how long have you known Mr. Filimonov?

Around 30 years, at the very least.

He was a Guard cornet back then.

Yes... we had capital fun...

Seryozha used to be quite a Casanova

and I don't think he's changed much.

You don't think or you know something?

No, I don't know anything, only gossip.

His wife, Yevgenia Arnoldovna...

She is an iceberg, and a man needs passions.

Without passions, a man burns out...

Burns out like a field in a drought.

Sergei has spent his whole life chasing these passions.

Makarov, the steward, saw her, lost his head over her

fell in love and married her, the fool.

Why fool? Nadezhda was a beautiful young woman.

You must have seen very few beautiful women, Mr. Shtolman.

But that's not the point.

She cheated on him left and right.

How do you know that?

How could I not?

She had the old grump wrapped around her little finger.

Gypsy women know how to bewitch a man.

It's horrible! The revolver is gone!

According to Mr. Filimonov, he never locked

the door or the desk drawer.

Anyone who knew where the gun was kept could find it.

The guests' and servants' statements make it clear that

during the fireworks everybody was on the lawn and could see everybody.

So it must have been a domestic altercation.

Better a thousand foes outside than one in your home.

So you do have a suspect?

It was definitely Makarov.

He knew where the revolver was,

he could take it without being noticed.

And you said he's a jealous type, and that's a motive.

Until Dr. Milz extracts the bullet

we can't say that Nadezhda was shot with this revolver.

I agree, completely.

But it makes no sense to keep all these people here further.

- Tell them they can go to their homes. - Yes.

Can't sleep, ma cherie?

No. The guests are leaving.

It's time for you to go, too.

Zhenechka, can't you let me stay a little longer?

Ariadna, you have been staying with us for over a week now, enough is enough.

- You don't understand. - No, I don't.

Mr. Mironov is such an interesting man...

And he is rich.

And did you see how he was looking at me last night?

He needs you like a rock in his shoe.

Then again, do as you please.

But do contain your raging vices.

I don't want any embarrassment with the guests.

Yes, yes, I will be good, I promise.

Thank you, my sweet cousin!

Anna Viktorovna! Anna Viktorovna, wait!

- I need to speak to you. - Of course, Sergei Yevgrafovich.

I would like to ask you

to stay for a couple more days in my house.

You would oblige me very much.

I want to know who murdered Nadezhda.

Do you understand? If only you tried to...

Talk to her, summon her spirit, please.

I cared for her so much.

Poor girl...

All right, I'll stay.

Gentlemen.

I have asked Anna Viktorovna to stay as a guest in my estate.

You should stay as well. I'll be happy to have you.

Thank you, Serge.

Yevgenia Arnoldovna won't mind, will she?

Of course not. She too will be happy.

Mr. Kliuyev, stay.

Thank you, Sergei Yevgrafovich, but I can't, I'll be busy.

Anna Viktorovna.

- Pyotr Ivanovich. - All the best!

- Please. Please. - Yes.

I don't understand.

How can you just sit there and read

about inalienable peasant allotments

when your daughter hasn't returned home yet.

Dear heart, trust me, I have nothing to worry about.

They must have spent the night at the Filimonovs.

Well, I am worried.

Things have been troubled in your governorate lately.

Andrey Petrovich Kliuyev.

Invite him in.

Thank you.

- Andrey Petrovich. - Viktor Ivanovich. Maria Timofeyevna.

- Andrey Petrovich, good morning. - Good morning.

Why haven't Anna and Pyotr Ivanovich returned?

I was asked to tell you that they

are staying with the Filimonovs for a couple more days.

See, I did tell you it was nothing to worry about.

- Please. - Thank you.

But this isn't exactly so.

There has been a murder in the estate.

The steward's wife has been killed.

God, how horrible.

Why did they stay there then?

To show their support, I suppose.

After all, Pyotr and Filimonov are old friends.

No, Viktor Ivanovich, she agreed to stay to help find the murderer.

I knew it!

Such a pity she isn't a child anymore and I can't lock her up in the house.

Maria Timofeyevna, your daughter is an extraordinary person.

And she will never have an ordinary person's life.

If you lock her in a cage, she will wither and perish.

You don't understand the danger she puts herself in.

I do share your concern.

You can always count on me.

You are my only hope, Andrey Petrovich.

Will you have coffee with us?

I won't say no.

Bonjour, mes amis! Would you like a stroll to the creek?

Pyotr Ivanovich, perhaps you will keep me company?

Call me Pyotr, no need for formalities.

Pierre. I will call you Pierre. You don't mind, do you?

You can call me whatever you like.

Ah, you are so sweet!

Ah, what a beautiful d�y!

Beautiful. The weather is indeed beautiful.

Let's go.

Annette.

What is the matter, Liza?

I'm leaving. Settle my wages.

Why? And what's the hurry?

I'm getting married, ma'am.

It's wonderful. Congratulations.

But you could have told me beforehand.

Stay a little longer, until I find your replacement.

Love can't wait, Maria Timofeyevna.

And my fiance is a strict man. He doesn't want me to work.

So, will you settle my wages today?

- Well, since you insist. - Thank you very much.

Just what I needed...

Well, Pierre, can you smell this?

The fragrance of the grass...

Makes you want to take off your shoes

and run barefoot on the grass!

To pick some flowers and make a crown,

to take a swim in the creek...

You are truly a nymph, mademoiselle.

You like country life?

I for one believe that

a woman shouldn't languish in the country.

Man is a different matter. Take Serge:

He is a true landlord,

He is an agrarian, he's willing to follow the plow like Count Tolstoy.

But a woman, especially a woman like you...

You should be shining in high society.

You are right, mon ami!

But I want to brighten my sister's life!

You come to visit her often...

I hope things have worked out between her and her husband

after they... left Moscow.

Of course. For a man like Serge

the country holds much fewer temptations.

But he brought his gypsy girl with him...

And I knew...

I knew this would happen.

You have the gift of foresight.

Let's go to the creek!

How is your special mission going?

Have you spoken to the spirit of the deceased?

Not yet.

You know, I have heard much about your gift,

but personally, I don't believe in it.

I think you made it up...

Zhenechka.

To look interesting.

Zhenechka.

As you wish.

Who could that be?

It's Kiryusha!

I'm so happy!

- Are you on leave? For how long? - Kiryusha, son!

What brings you here?

I was told Nadya was gone. Is it true?

Was she murdered?

- I know who did this. - Wait. Kirill. Kirill!

Disgusting old man!

- Kirill, wait, Kirill! - I'll kill him!

- I'll kill you! - Stop him, he's going to kill him!

You hear, dirty old man! I'll kill you!

Kiryusha, stop, you can't change what's happened!

Mom, please!

Kirill, what's the matter with you?! You barely knew each other!

I'll kill you, hear me, old man?! I'm going to kill you!

Take him away!

You knew about this!

Why didn't you tell me?

Because we never talk!

Aleksey Petrovich...

I'm sorry. Are you hurt?

My Kolya is missing.

What do you mean missing?

He didn't spend the night at home, I can't find him anywhere in the estate.

What is this, Sergei Yevgrafovich?

God took my wife and now my son, too?

There, there, calm down, he's not going anywhere.

Boys will be boys, he's just running around somewhere!

No, Sergei Yevgrafovich, it's a bad time for running around.

Looks like a Smith & Vesson bullet.

At least now we know what to look for.

The officers even went through the pond with pike poles,

which wasn't exactly practical.

Look how young and beautiful she is.

A beauty like hers often inspires envy, hatred even.

But you have to admit, Yakov Platonovich,

envying someone's beauty is not enough reason to kill.

In any case, I will give the order to place Mr. Makarov under arrest.

You were in love with Nadezhda.

I loved her more than life itself.

My condolences.

Who are you, Mademoiselle?

I haven't met you before.

Anna. Anna Mironova.

Anna Mironova...

You are that Anna, the one with the phenomenal gift?

I am that Anna.

Anna! Help me. Hell me to speak with Nadezhda.

We never said goodbye.

I'll try to help you.

I read the first chapters of your book.

Allow me to express my admiration, Maria Timofeyevna.

You liked it?

The style is marvelous. Descriptions and characters are...

Unfortunately, no one is going to read it.

Why is that?

Because there is no drama, no passion!

The heroine has to fall in love, cry and go through all kinds of emotions...

This is what the readers need today.

It's so cheap and vulgar.

Why can't we do without suffering?

Because it's boring.

Even Lev Nikolayevich allowed himself philosophical distractions

only against the backdrop of passions and emotions!

Remember Prince Andrey, Anna Karenina...

My dearest Maria Timofeyevna.

Why don't you write another marvelous column for me for now?

Oh, no, no...

I don't have the time.

My maid, Liza, decided to quit.

And finding decent help is a nightmare these days.

Easy as a pie.

I'll place an announcement in our paper

and you'll have plenty of decent candidates to choose from.

- Do you think so? - I know so.

Write your column and don't worry.

And here's the topic: how to choose the right house help.

Cheers!

Who's there?

Annette?

My angel.

Raging passions?

I am only trying to entertain

a bored country girl.

Admittedly, Ariadna

is as beautiful as all airheaded women on this planet.

Pierre, where are you?

I'm coming, my nymph, I'm coming!

Well, Pyotr Ivanovich...

Yakov Platonovich, Filimonov writes

that Makarov's son is missing.

- He has a son? - Looks like it.

Why didn't we interview him yesterday?

It seems he disappeared in all the commotion before anybody missed him.

I wonder if he took the revolver with him.

This is an oversight, Anton Andreyevich.

The boy could be a key witness or an accomplice.

Not to worry. We're going to put Fedka to work.

Fedka? Who is that?

You'll see. Let's go to the sloboda.

Nadya?

It's me, Kirill Sergeyevich.

I dreamed of Nadya.

She was stroking my head.

It wasn't a dream.

She is here?

Can you see her?

She is standing next to you.

Where is she?

Can she hear me? Can she?

Ask her who murdered her.

She's gone.

I'll find the murderer in my own. And I'll punish him!

He's going to die, you hear me? He's going to die!

- Not a bad lamp. - It's good.

- Good man, do you have another 4 like this one? - Of course.

You've dropped your watch.

Oh. Thank you. How did this happen...

No worries, sirs, we're going to find the little master.

I have reliable agents

I know, Fyodor, that's why we're here.

Any distinguishing marks?

He may have a revolver on himself.

It's called Smith & Vesson, do you know what it looks like?

You bet.

Don't even think of pocketing it.

Like I need that.

Like I don't know you. There, take this.

That's it?

I'll give you a watch when you bring Kolka.

Now you're talking!

Good day to you, comrade sir!

A sharp boy, he's going places.

I'm worried about those places.

Sergei Yevgrafovich, I have seen Nadezhda.

When? Where?

Today, in the park.

Did she tell you... who killed her?

I see. She feels sorry for her husband.

Do you think it was him?

What does it matter what I think?

This is police business.

Let them figure it out.

Who's there?

It's me, of course. It's me, my nymph, your Pierre.

Open the door.

But I can't, my darling Pierre!

What's the matter?

- I can't! - What game is this?

Honestly, do you have someone in there?

- Someone under your bed? - Who's there?

- Master, master! - What's wrong?

The police is here! I think somebody's been killed.

- Where? - In Makarov's annex.

- What's happened? - Another murder, I think.

Looks like he's been dragged to the back door, sir

and killed here. - I can see that.

When did you last see your steward?

Yesterday.

He and Yegor, the head footman, sat on the porch.

Was that him who told you about this?

Yes.

Where is he now?

Right there. Waiting.

You're still here?

Ariadna! Ariadna, open the door!

Ariadna! Ariadna, open the door!

Zhenechka, I'm coming!

I'm coming, Zhenechka!

Get up, get up now!

Where are you?

- Ariadna! - I'm coming, Zhenechka!

- What's wrong? - This is some kind of curse...

What's happened?

I can't imagine where he could go!

My husband called the police.

Please, come stay with me. - All right, all right.

Were you the one who found blood in the annex?

Yes.

And there was nobody else there?

You didn't see anything suspicious?

No, sir. It was too early, everybody was asleep.

Who was staying in the estate overnight?

The same people.

And our son, Kirill, he arrived yesterday.

Where is he now?

In his room, I suppose, sleeping.

We'll wake him. I need to talk to him. Let's go.

Kirill, wake up, you have a visitor.

What is it? Who are you?

Shtolman, judicial investigator.

Lieutenant, be so kind as to tell me where you spent last night.

Here, in my room. I slept.

In your boots and clothes?

I can see you had quite an evening yesterday.

There was that, Mr. Shtolman.

But I had good reasons.

I can see that. Why is there blood on your clothes?

Sir.

I don't know.

Lieutenant, you are under arrest on suspicion of the murder of Mr. Makarov.

Son, oh son, how could you? Why?

- Take him away. - Why?

It's odd, I don't remember anything at all.

Anton Andreyevich, everything around here must be searched.

We have yet to find the body.

I'll give the orders.

THE FAIR GYPSY

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