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Bravo, bravo, Ignatiy Petrovich!

I always say that we shouldn't ignore Western innovations, I do.

It's late. I feel awkward imposing on you.

Dear Ignatiy Petrovich, our house is always at your disposal.

But pray tell me what happened yesterday.

I have no idea. I come back from Tver

and there is a hole in my bedroom ceiling

and the 30-kilo brass chandelier is lying right on my bed.

How horrible!

I didn't even enter the room: who knows, the ceiling might collapse altogether.

God saved you, Ignatiy Petrovich.

- So that I could marry Marfa Borisovna. - Of course.

Isn't this my life purpose?

Ignatiy Petrovich.

Thank God you came, thank God.

It's a blessing in disguise. Ignatiy Petrovich,

could you tell me more about this German technology of grain handling?

You're going to buy it, aren't you?

Papa, you have monopolized Ignatiy Petrovich's attention.

You and I have our whole life ahead of us, Marfinka.

Boris Pavlovich, the technology is unmatched and unknown in Russia.

Five-fold profit.

That's what I call an enterprising man!

Boris Pavlovich, what is the situation with St. Petersburg?

You promised to help with making connections at the Assembly of Nobility there.

Certainly, Ignatiy Petrovich, we will certainly do that.

It's late. I'm going to retire.

- Good night. - Good night.

Good night, my dear.

I'd like to go to my room, too, if you don't mind.

Oh, of course, Ignatiy Petrovich.

Your room is on the second floor, first door on the right.

Your bed is ready, too. - Thank you.

Masha, what's the matter?

It's nothing, I'm just happy.

Has God heard our prayers?

Yes, Masha, yes. Our daughter is getting married.

Masha. What is that?

Another gift from Marfa's admirer, Mr. Rysakov, remember him?

Ah, yes.

He is rather ridiculous. And so are his gifts.

It's time we made it clear to this young man

that our daughter isn't his match anymore.

It's long overdue.

Episode 13 MESALLIANCE

Sir! Ignatiy Petrovich!

Morning, Polina.

Good morning, Anna.

It's good to see you. How can I help you?

Have you ever heard of Freud?

He is a Viennese doctor who treats his patients with hypnosis.

A Viennese doctor... No, I've never heard of him.

Are you interested in hypnosis?

Only medically.

You know, I used to dabble in hypnosis once.

Just for fun. Do you want me to show you how it works?

Of course, I do!

Please, sit.

Look at my pendant.

Your arms and legs are getting warm...

Your body is relaxing.

Your eyes are closing.

You are falling asleep.

Good morning, ladies.

Good morning, Aleksey Yegorovich.

Polina, my dear, is the latest Zvezda in? I'm waiting for my Conan Doyle.

Yes, right this moment.

Mr. Rebushinsky, so, Sherlock Holmes is your new hero...

Don't laugh, Anna Viktorovna.

What about intellectual exercise?

The need for logical thinking?

Here you are. It came yesterday.

Thank you.

Aleksey Yegorovich. I've been looking for you everywhere.

What is it?

Merchant Bryzgalov was strangled last night. In the Muromovs' house.

A murder?

So much for Conan Doyle!

The Muromovs... Oh God, it's Marfa's fiance!

I tutored her in English when she was still in gymnasium.

I must go there at once, I'm sorry, Polina!

Of course. Goodbye.

Good day, Doctor.

Good day, gentlemen.

What do we have here?

The poor man was strangled.

Most likely with some kind of garrote or rope

based on the ligature mark, clearly not by hand.

Time of death is, I suppose,

between three and four in the morning.

I can tell you more after the autopsy.

Was it you who opened the window?

Anton Andreyevich, we haven't just met.

I never touch anything before the arrival of the police.

So, the murderer could have left the room in any way...

Distinctive embossing.

- Interesting. - Just a second.

The buttons on his clothes are different, and none is missing.

Boris Pavlovich. Maria Yevmentyevna.

I've just heard. What a tragedy.

Thank you, Anna Viktorovna.

Such an ordeal.

It is the hardest on Marfa.

She must be in terrible pain right now. May I go see her?

Marfa is gone. She's missing.

What do you mean missing?

Anna Viktorovna.

What are you doing here?

Good morning, Yakov Platonovich.

The Muromovs are our old friends, I have come to show my support.

Yakov Platonovich, were you able to find out anything?

Does this button look familiar to you?

I knew it!

It's him! I knew this savage wouldn't give up!

- Who is he? - Arslan Ali.

The son of the Tatar horse-breeder Kaysarov.

What devil gave me the idea to sell him my horse...

Please, calm down and tell me everything.

I was selling my stallion a year ago.

And they came, the father and son, Tatars.

Ever since, Marfa and that Arslan Ali..

We thought it was just a silly thing...

just some sort of fantasy.

He stole her and he killed her fiance, I'm sure of it!

The Tatars have this custom of stealing brides!

I'm afraid you're wrong here.

It's the custom of mountain peoples

This button was found at the crime scene.

Are you sure it belongs to Mr. Kaysarov?

I am, it's his.

Yes. I have seen these on his kaftan.

I hope this will help us find your daughter.

Oh, he was such a catch, a godsend!

Unlike all the others.

Ignatiy Petrovich was respectable and well off, too.

The wedding was supposed to be in a week!

Why did this happen to us, God, what did we do?

Masha, you need to calm down.

- I have the drops with me, I'll be right back. - Thank you, Anna Viktorovna.

You are Marfa's fiance.

Is she alive?

Drink this.

Viktor Ivanovich is not himself.

He is often out of the house, he's become secretive.

I'm afraid he might start gambling, I'm worried sick.

Maria Timofeyevna, this is nothing.

Nothing? Cards is a scourge of our time.

No, you misunderstood. I meant

that it would be easy as pie for me to find out if your husband is gambling.

You can find out?

Finding information is my bread and butter.

I don't know. It's unbecoming to spy on one's husband.

It's as if I am jealous or something.

But what if he does go to play cards?

I accept your offer, Aleksey Yegorovich.

Well, my dear, take me to the attic.

All right, follow me.

Systematic Arithmetic Course...

Vereshchagin's Line Geometry.

Are these your son's books?

Yes. I forbade him to go to school, so he started studying here.

Why did you forbid him?

Who is going to take over my trade?

I don't have any more sons.

Where is Arslan Ali now?

I suppose he isn't at home.

My son didn't kill anyone.

He couldn't have done. He isn't the kind.

I will be blunt.

I know that Arslan Ali was in love with Marfa Muromova.

Her fiance was murdered last night

and the girl is missing.

I kept telling him...

don't shorten my days, give up the infidel.

But he wouldn't budge.

Then I started locking him up in his room.

And this morning... there.

There is no breaking this door down without making noise.

Didn't you hear anything at night?

No. I slept like a log.

Tell me... Have you seen this button before?

Just a regular button. All Tatar kaftans have these.

So, your son might have these, too?

It looks like there was some kind of acid in this bottle.

That's what eroded the hook.

It's vitriol.

Ignatiy Petrovich told us to put it between the window frames every winter.

He didn't like the windows to be frosted over.

Cats must have knocked it over.

Some devilry this is.

I'll go pack my things. I'm going to Tver.

There is a good vacancy there.

Well. Have a safe journey!

You're tired, poor thing. Master's ridden you half to death.

Looking for something, Mr. Shtolman?

Just admiring your horses.

Why is this stall empty?

Whose horse's was it?

Arslan Ali's stallion lived here.

So, he left on horseback?

And you didn't hear a thing again?

Shame on me.

Should your son show up or should you find out where he is,

you will have to tell the police, I hope you understand this.

Tell me: is Marfa alive?

Who is the murderer? Arslan?

Hey, good man, where are you going?

Ignatiy Petrovich's orders. I need to get to the attic.

Come in.

Who are you?

I'm the foreman. Kobylitsyn is the name.

I've come to see what can be done about the damage.

The house maid sent for me.

Yes, this is a disaster.

I am Anton Andreyevich Korobeinikov, Head of Investigations Department.

But it's not my fault the chandelier fell down.

I value my reputation and I swear by my work.

Never had any complaints so far.

Don't worry!

Cats knocked over sulfuric acid in the attic.

It burned through the hook, and, well. Ridiculous.

Who even keeps sulfuric acid in the attic?

This will cost Ignatiy Petrovich more than one rouble...

Yes... Only Ignatiy Petrovich has been murdered.

Last night, in his fiancee's house.

God have mercy upon us. May he rest in peace.

The police will figure it out.

Obviously, the house will be put up for sale,

so I'll go up to the attic anyway, see what can be done.

Or they might blame me for this.

I get it but you can't get to the attic while the investigation is ongoing

and you can't fix the chandelier either, unfortunately.

But you shouldn't get worried, it's fine.

Good day to you.

Are you hurrying to work, Anna Viktorovna?

Yakov Platonovich, I'm just coming from the Muromovs.

Of course, they are in a terrible state.

You'll find Marfa, won't you?

The officers are searching the town and the outskirts.

I hope the girl is alive.

She is, she's alive.

How do you know that?

You keep asking me the same question.

You're right, I'm sorry.

Bryzgalov's spirit made it clear to me that the Tatar boy is innocent.

I'm afraid this argument will not be deemed credible in court.

All evidence is against him.

Well, Yakov Platonovich, then you should keep working.

Here is the ligature mark, and it's red.

It means he was strangled with a leather noose.

And the leather was new, fresh.

See these tiny specks left on his skin.

But what do we make of it, Doctor?

He was most likely choked with a harness strap.

No. It couldn't have been him.

Are you talking about the horse-breeder's son?

Anna Viktorovna, my dear...

You have no idea to what follies passion can drive a person.

Sometimes it can push one to commit wildest acts.

Right. Let's try to establish the time of death.

Anna Viktorovna, can you hear me?

Yes, Doctor, of course.

What?

I said, time of death. What was it?

I must say, the deceased clearly adored his fiancee.

He doted on her. Look.

Bills from the jeweler, from the dress-maker...

a pile of those from the flower shop.

Drafts of love letters...

Here is one:

To my angel Marfinka on her name day. And a poem.

A really bad one.

It's odd that he left at home something he cherished so much.

The chain is broken, he obviously didn't notice the locket slipped off.

His entire correspondence has to be examined.

Bryzgalov maintained a voluminous correspondence, Yakov Platonovich:

This will take several days.

And we already have a suspect, that Tatar boy.

Everything points to him.

But how did he know that Mr. Bryzgalov was staying in his fiancee's house that night?

Did a little bird tell him?

Buns and loafs, kalaches and bagels, fresh and sweet, come and get them!

Come, don't be shy!

- How much is kalach? - Five kopeks a pound.

Stop!

- Wait, aren't you the one they're looking for? - Shut up!

Officers! Another one here! Damn Musliman!

Trying to chasing your dark thoughts away, Aleksandr Franzevich?

Good to see you, gentlemen. Just having some tea in my spare minute.

Good day, Doctor. Any news?

You mean about Bryzgalov?

I think he was strangled. With horse harness.

Yes. And the harness was new.

- New? - Exactly.

It all fits, Yakov Platonovich.

Sir!

The Tatar has been found in the sloboda.

He's already in the precinct.

Well, we're about to find out everything, Anton Andreyevich.

Thank you, Doctor! - Goodbye.

Hurry!

Sit.

Arslan Ali... It's a beautiful name.

Where is Marfa Muromova?

Is she at least alive?

Do you recognize this?

Will you tell us how we ended up with it?

Then I will tell you.

We found it at the scene of the murder of Ignatiy Bryzgalov.

Did you murder him?

Where is the girl?

Don't you realize how miserable her parents are?

Clearly, there won't be any dialogue, put him in a cell.

Up!

What do we do with his horse? It's tied in the courtyard.

Send the harness to Dr. Milz immediately.

Will do, sir. Go on.

Poor Maria Yevmentyevna...

I can imagine how she feels.

Marfa was never found.

No, Mom, wait. We can't lose hope.

I'm sure it will all be resolved in the best way possible.

And Marfa and I will have a good time again like when we were children

and run away from you to beyond the sloboda.

I heard it was all that Tatar young man, wasn't it?

I think he was arrested yesterday.

No, different peoples should live separately after all.

Whereas this Tower of Babel in towns--

Dad, how can you say this?

There are so many educated and respectable people among the non-Christians in Russia.

With titles and ranks, too.

Certainly.

Still, a savage is always a savage.

Oh, Maria Timofeyevna, Andrey Petrovich would not like these words.

Honestly, Annushka, I don't understand what that Tatar could even hope for.

A marriage between him and Marfinka is impossible.

Still, it's good that she won't marry Bryzgalov now either.

I have met that gentleman in St. Petersburg.

He was a scoundrel.

And a crook.

He kept looking for a bride from a noble family.

He kept looking and looking...

A lady for you. Madame Muromova.

I wonder why she is here.

Domna, another set.

No, they are asking for Viktor Ivanovich.

He is in his study.

Viktor Ivanovich, good day.

Forgive my intrusion.

Maria Yevmentyevna, just like a doctor, a lawyer is there for you day and night.

Thank you, Viktor Ivanovich.

This is a very sensitive matter. My husband and I don't know what to do.

Marfa is still missing.

We hope-- no, we are confident she is alive.

Tell me: when the investigation proves

that Arslan Ali murdered Bryzgalov--

and it will prove it, because it couldn't have been anybody else--

could they charge Marfa with something?

I'm sorry, I'm not sure I understand.

Charge Marfa? With what?

As an accomplice.

Good God, how is she an accomplice?

Unless it was a murder for gain?

What gain? Her fiance was strangled...

I'm afraid that Tatar might get her involved,

say she went with him of her own accord, or something like that.

Don't worry, nobody will believe him.

I don't know what to think, I have been crying my eyes out.

Thank you, Viktor Ivanovich.

Gentlemen, I'll tell you once again: this is not the harness.

The one with which he was strangled was new, and this one is...

old and worn.

It still doesn't clear Arslan Ali.

Of course.

But if he took the girl, she had to scream, to resist

whereas nobody at the Muromovs heard anything.

What if he attacked her when she was sleeping?

A victim caught by surprise often becomes speechless.

Or he could have used a gag, a pillow, I don't know...

He could have hit her, or even choked her a little.

There is many a perfidious way to keep a person silent.

Is this a new table, Aleksandr Franzevich?

Yes, we acquired it with Pyotr Ivanovich's donation.

Gentlemen. Yakov Platonovich, Anton Andreyevich.

Please, excuse me. I have patients waiting.

Thank you, Doctor.

Mr. Shtolman!

Mr. Shtolman. What did he do to my daughter?

Unfortunately, the Tatar still won't say a word.

But we are looking for your daughter, don't lose hope.

God, how much longer will this torture go on...

And it was I who brought those Tatars to my home...

I wanted to make a good deal on my stallion.

Was that the first time Arslan Ali saw your daughter?

Saw her? His eyes were glued to her.

-...healthy, excellent animal. - But there, that leg is injured..

Arslan Ali!

Arslan Ali, what are you staring at there?

How long do I have to wait for you?

Marfa, close the window!

So, your daughter was looking at him

from that very room in which Mr. Bryzgalov was murdered?

It was her bedroom a year ago

and when we had the house renovated

she moved to a different, bigger room.

And now it's a guest room.

Exactly.

Thank you, Boris Pavlovich, this is a very important fact.

BAKERY

Ha! Mr. Rebushinsky!

The editor reading his own paper.

How soon can we expect to see Madame Mironova's column again?

It's your pen name, isn't it?

Thank you for coming so quickly, Mr. Kaysarov.

How could I not? I respect the law.

Commendable.

Please, sit down.

I wanted to ask you once again.

Did you truly not hear your son

breaking the door lock on the night he ran away from home?

No. I didn't hear anything.

It's no secret that you sell not only horses

but also bridle bits, blinders, spurs, collars. - Yes.

Best in town.

So, you always have brand new harness at hand.

I don't understand what you're trying to say.

I'll explain.

I believe you were not home that night.

Or you would have heard the lock on your son's bedroom break.

All the more so that your room is so close to it.

And one of the horses in your stables was tired from a long journey.

Do you really think it was I who killed Ignatiy Petrovich?

Of course, that wasn't your plan.

You wanted to kill Marfa.

Only you didn't know she had moved from her old bedroom to a different room a while ago.

When you realized it, it was too late,

and you decided to finish the business.

What are you talking about?

How could I even think to harm an innocent girl?

We hope that you couldn't.

But the evidence speaks against you.

And so do the facts.

I will tell you... the facts.

I was not at home that night.

I was in Novgorod, visiting the head of the Tatar community.

Nizam-apa.

I asked him to talk some sense into my son.

Why didn't you tell us right away?

I am ashamed that my son fell in love with a girl outside of our faith.

It's a disgrace!

That's why I went at night.

Will the head of the community confirm that you visited him?

If you question him...

the entire community will know of my disgrace.

But if he doesn't confirm it, you will be held accountable for a murder.

Anton Andreyevich, go to Novgorod, find out everything.

Novgorod?

Yes, only be careful, try not to raise rumors.

Thank you.

Do try, please.

Well. Where do I go? Prison?

You are free to go.

But don't leave town.

Mr. Muromov, did something happen?

My wife didn't want me to come to you.

But I thought you had to know everything.

Here is a letter from Marfa, she left it in her room.

Mama, papa, I'm not going to marry Ignatiy Petrovich,

because I will not be happy with him.

I am leaving. Don't look for me and forgive me if you can.

Yours, with love, Marfa.

Why didn't you show me this letter sooner?

There was also money in the letter. 200 roubles.

That's quite a sum. Where did she get this kind of money?

If I only knew.

Yakov Platonovich, it means Arslan Ali didn't take her, doesn't it?

So, she ran away on her own.

We'll figure it out. Go home and comfort your wife.

Thank you.

Not all who seek and strive shall find

and not all who leave shall return.

Help yourself, Yakov Platonovich. It's chakchak*. (*Tatar deep-fried dough sweet treat)

Nizam Ali confirmed Kaysarov's alibi.

He did visit him that night.

It means his son ran away from home during that time...

Looks like it.

Gentlemen! Our Marfa is found.

Where have you been all this time?

Did Arslan Ali kidnap you?

No, he didn't kidnap me. Nor did he murder anybody.

You must set him free.

I told you so.

How can you be sure?

We ran away from home together.

And we have been together all this time.

- Help yourself. - Thank you.

Where did you get the money?

The money you left for your parents. It's a hefty sum.

Bryzgalov gave it to me.

To wish you a pleasant journey?

Ask Arslan.

We'll make sure to do just that.

Bring in the arrestee!

Yakov Platonovich... excuse me.

Did you send for the parents?

They should be released, you see these are not murderers, don't you?

And you're happy to have been proven right again, aren't you?

I don't want innocent people to suffer.

Do you see how much she loves him?

A young girl's infatuation, it will pass.

What makes you so sure?

Arslan!

How long did you sit alone in the empty house?

Why didn't you go back to your parents?

I thought you had panicked and abandoned me.

My silly girl, how could it ever occur to you?

What were you thinking? Where did you plan to go?

To my uncle in Kazan.

He is a modern, educated man. He would have taken us in.

Did you have money for the journey?

Tell them.

Bryzgalov wanted to buy me off.

He offered me a lot of money to leave Marfa alone.

- And you accepted. - He didn't want to.

I talked him into it.

We needed everybody to calm down, start thinking that I forgot Arslan

and would marry Bryzgalov of my own free will.

We saved the money for the escape.

And I left half for my parents:

they wanted to improve their financial situation through my marriage.

Marfa, my girl, you're alive...

Murderer!

No, Mom, don't you dare! He didn't murder anybody!

And he didn't take me away. I left on my own.

We're going home and you're never stepping out of your room.

Is that clear?

I will always love you.

You will pay for this.

Mr. Kaysarov.

Your son is innocent, you can take him home.

The charges against you have been dropped as well.

Thank you very much.

Let's go home.

Don't you dare try and pull anything else.

He's just called him a halfwit.

Those poor children.

I feel so sorry for them.

They are so sweet and they love each other so much.

We have to think of something to help them.

Arslan Ali is a very capable young man.

Yes, it doesn't look like his dream is to become a horse-breeder like his father.

But the girl is pretty bold, to fool her fiance so cleverly.

What else was there for her to do?

She was fighting for her love.

I remember someone telling me very recently

that quiet attachment is enough for domestic bliss.

You love...

catching me in my words.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.

Keep up, please.

Stop! Stop, I tell you!

Who was that?

Definitely not a ghost.

What is this place anyway?

Bryzgalov's house.

Episode 13 MESALLIANCE

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