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Episode 16 THE ILLUSIONIST

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Yakov Platonovich, good morning.

You visit me in broad daylight now.

Good morning.

Why are you surprised? You're on the surveillance list now and

other police officials might call on you any time soon.

Thank you.

I have come to ask you about the performance. You attended, didn't you?

Yes, that was quite a shock.

Are you convinced you saw a spirit?

Everybody saw it.

Perhaps you just think you did, because Mr. Donizetti compelled you all to think that.

Has it ever occurred to you that this might have been the method

used to commit all those monstrous crimes in St. Petersburg?

Hypnotic suggestion.

Yes, I'm starting to think now that there was something familiar about Donizetti.

Are you sure?

How can I be sure? I've never seen him without a mask.

You said you had seen a peculiar tattoo on his body.

Yes.

A serpent eating its tail.

It was on his left chest, right here.

Maestro Donizetti isn't seeing anyone today.

Please. I need to speak to him.

Tell him Anna Mironova is here.

Signor Donizetti!

It's you.

I'm sorry, I am completely exhausted today.

Come back next time.

Please. I desperately need help.

The thing is... she won't go away.

Who are you talking about?

Can't you see her?

There she is. The spirit of Zakharov's wife.

Ah... my gift is weakened.

It needs time to recover.

And I didn't get any sleep last night: my mother took a turn for the worse.

Have you sent for a doctor?

No, I don't trust doctors.

Do you trust me?

ZATONSK POLICE DEPARTMENT

I studied medicine in Paris.

Follow him.

Wait.

Don't come too close.

But I have to examine her.

Mamma... she is very afraid of strangers.

She is very ill.

What's wrong with her? Why is she wearing gloves?

It's a very rare skin condition.

You see, she... won't wake up.

She is breathing, but it's shallow.

It's like she is in a dead faint.

May I at least take her pulse?

Just, please, don't disturb her.

It's very weak.

She needs an injection of camphor, immediately.

Yes, this is it.

I think she regained consciousness.

Mamma... Mamma, ti senti meglio?

Knock-knock!

Anton Andreyevich!

I was just passing by and I thought I'd stop in.

But I see you're closing, this must be a bad time.

Don't say that, come in!

How do you like my new display window?

Splendid.

What would I do without you...

Oh, stop it, it's nothing.

I hope the fire didn't destroy your precious volumes?

But um... here...

These are for you, chocolate-covered brandied cherries.

I hope you-- do you like brandied cherries?

Are you kidding? I love those!

Here, look.

Let's have tea.

- Oh, Annette. - Uncle!

Uncle, you're back.

Yes, I am back.

It's so sad being in St. Petersburg without my Zizi.

I have something for you.

You can close your eyes.

Go on, close them.

Now look.

What is this?

This is perfume.

DAME'S ROCKET ZIZI Perfume House Supplier of H.I.M. Court.

The fragrance is so divine... Dame's Rocket.

Isn't it romantic?

- How charming. - Yes.

I had no idea you were into perfume now.

Well, Zizi left me a colossal fortune.

The perfume factory is on me now as well, and it's--

Do you know whom I met on Nevsky Prospect?

Andrey... Petrovich.

- Kliuyev? - Kliuyev, yes.

He was looking for an apartment.

Interestingly enough, he was not looking for a bachelor pad.

I know.

Don't you think, Annette, that it's time

you told us all about a certain upcoming joyful event?

No, Uncle, I don't think so, it's too soon.

Well... But what are you doing, what's all this?

I'm trying to figure out another spirit's bizarre behavior.

What has a spirit done now?

- Pyotr! - Viktor.

I thought Masha had come home.

Why, isn't she home?

Not yet, she isn't.

Madame.

Liza?

I can't believe it...

Why, you filthy little brat!

They had no idea I had another gun hidden on me: bam, bam, bam!

Oh, Pelageia Ivanovna, I could tell you many more stories

from the life of the head of investigations department,

there have been many of those over the years.

Murderers, extortionists, men of five letters...

A man of five letters is a thief, it's Plautus*. (it's 3 letters in Latin: "trium litterarum homo - fur")

You tell your stories so vividly,

it's a pleasure listening to you, Anton Andreyevich.

But it completely depends on the person who listens.

Miss, are you the victim?

Yes, I am.

I can answer any questions you have.

There is no need for that.

You have given enough details here, you can go home.

Are you sure?

I won't take any more of your time.

Give me the report.

Where is the detained lady? - In the cell.

- Bring her to the office immediately. - Yes, sir.

Sir!

What's happened?

Merchant Zakharov's house has just been robbed.

They took everything: money, promissory notes, jewelry--

Nothing new... Pelageia Ivanovna, I must leave you now, duty is calling.

May I visit you again?

Of course, do drop by, you are always welcome.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Thank you.

You. Just what I need right now.

- A glass of water, perhaps-- - No, thank you.

What is going to happen to me now?

Am I under arrest?

No, you are free to go.

Can I help you with anything else?

Take me to the hotel.

I can't go back to his house.

Wait, what am I saying? It's my house now, not his.

It's he who can't stay there anymore.

Mr. Shtolman, take me home.

No, we can't wait any longer!

I'm going to town, to the police. Pyotr, are you with me?

Masha, thank God, finally! - Mom!

Mr. Shtolman? What do you think you're doing?

- I'm sorry, I'll leave. - No.

You have saved me today, and I won't have you kicked out of the house.

Mom, what happened, where were you?

On Bogoliubskaya Street.

Were you following me?

You dare to accuse me of something?

What's going on? I don't understand.

My beloved husband

lives with a dirty little hussy and support her.

Liza is not a hussy.

I kindly ask you not to insult her.

Sir, ma'am, please, calm down!

Is this Liza our former maid?

How long have you been living with her?

- Dad, this is not true, is it? - Annette.

Maria Timofeyevna.

I think this is just an annoying misunderstanding of some sort,

we should sort this out and put the lid on it.

Vitya-- Viktor must have gone to see Liza-- Lizaveta

because of some urgent business, and that's it!

He went there, he handled his business and he came back, but...

Maria Timofeyevna let her imagination run wild.

So, put her mind at ease, tell her it was just business and nothi--

No, Pyotr. I fell in love.

I'm sorry, Masha.

Get out of my house.

Certainly. I'm leaving right away.

I suppose it's for the best that the secret is out. - Easy, easy, Viktor, Vik--

- Dad... Dad! - Viktor, Vik-- What the hell...

- You should lie down, come with me. - Maria Timofe-- My god. Viktor!

Oh God...

God, how? How is this possible?

How?

I know how hard it is for you.

Things will work out somehow.

Don't cry...

Have you given your answer to Kliuyev?

No... Not yet.

I decided to go to the house yesterday, to check if everything was all right.

I walked into the master's study

and saw someone going through the drawers.

I was frightened at first,

I thought the mistress came back from the other side.

What made you think that?

Because they looked so alike!

Katka's height, figure, hair-- everything is just like Olga Aleksandrovna's.

She even joked that she could always send Katka

to the dressmaker to do fittings instead of going herself.

Very curious, Anton Andreyevich, don't you think?

What happened next? - Next...

She turned and I saw her cheek...

And she had a mole on her cheek!

That's when I grabbed the brat's hand.

Only she broke free and ran away.

Thank you, this is very valuable information.

Take the officers, we're going to see your great medium.

Why? What do you need Donizetti for?

You still don't get it, do you?

Leaving us already, are you, Mr. Donizetti?

Yes, Mother is feeling better, it's time for us to go.

Arrivederci, Signor giudice istruttore.

What is the matter?

Don't worry, I just wanted to say goodbye to your mother.

Why? There is no need.

I need to see her once more time.

Tell me: does she happen to have a mole on her cheek?

Under all that circus makeup and stick-on wrinkles.

Madame, kindly lift your veil.

Madame, if I may.

Mom... Mom... my dear

Please, don't cry. I love you, I'm right here.

You're right, you're absolutely right not wanting to get married.

See how it ends...

I know what will cheer you up.

- What is it? - Perfume.

Uncle is a perfumer now.

- No, no, I don't want to! - You must, ma'am, my dear, don't be stubborn.

I made blancmange, just like you like it.

Why torture yourself for nothing?

Aren't you clever? Yes, you are.

And beautiful too.

And you write for the paper.

It will all work out.

And God willing, you'll be happy again.

Mom, was it Donizetti who told you about Dad?

I found out myself.

Your Donizetti is a charlatan and a fraud.

He told me my husband was faithful to me

and loved no one but me!

Please, answer the questions, Mr. Donizetti.

Where is your accomplice now?

I don't know who you're talking about.

We're talking about this woman. Do you recognize her?

Yes.

She was the one you were hiding under the guise of your sick mother.

And she was the one playing the spirit of the late Madame Zakharova the day before yesterday.

How dare you.

Sono il piu grande medium del mondo.

I see

right through you.

You have many secrets, Mr. Shtolman...

Do you want me to reveal them?

In the last month of your imprisonment, you had a cellmate.

He is one of the best hypnotists in St. Petersburg.

Now I see why that gentleman was making those odd monotonous movements...

I thought he was out of his mind.

We were testing you.

And you passed the test with flying colors.

Enough of this charade, Mr. Donizetti.

You won't impress me with it.

Let's get back to business.

As you wish.

I sent my mother away last night

to protect her from evil spirits.

They are threatening her.

Anna Mironova showed me the photograph

to help her find the girl with the mole.

It's true, Yakov Platonovich.

I gave the photo to Anna Viktorovna to show Mr. Donizetti.

What?

I'll talk to you later. - Yes.

Anna saw my mother.

So did you.

And you know this girl is not her.

- Don't leave to-- - And don't leave town, Mr. Donizetti.

Your Equus Troianus won't work.

Mr. Rebushinsky to see you.

Invite him in.

Aleksey Yegorovich.

Maria Timofeyevna...

We didn't part well yesterday and I thought I'd stop by.

And good thing you have.

I suppose you know that my husband left me?

Yes, the rumors are already spreading.

But rest assured, I won't write about it.

No, you won't.

I have done it myself.

The Lady and the Maid, an essay on modern morals... May I?

Be my guest.

Stunning.

This is incredible.

What a subtle description of feelings... and the self-deprecating humor of it...

Maria Timofeyevna, but...

everybody will easily recognize you and Viktor Ivanovich in these characters.

Let them.

I'm not going to weep in solitude and be ashamed of going outside.

I am a modern woman, not some pathetic grass widow.

You...

You are an amazing woman.

Thank you.

Mr. Donizetti!

Oh. Mademoiselle Anna.

To be honest, I thought you'd left us already.

Alas, Mr. Shtolman won't let me leave your town,

he believes I am involved in the crime.

The girl, whose photograph you showed me yesterday

robbed merchant Zakharov's house last night.

I wanted to ask you something.

Why did you lie to my mother? Did you feel sorry for her?

You and I are colleagues, signora bella.

Don't you tell your clients what they want to hear?

No.

Stop playing the fool.

We both know there is no such thing as spirits.

Why are you telling me this?

I could expose you.

Who would listen to you?

Che bello tempo oggi...

Let's take a walk.

You know...

I'll tell you the truth.

Maria and I loved each other very much.

But life separated us.

We met each other again in Moscow a year later,

and our passion blazed anew.

I wrote to her, begging her to leave her husband and run away with me,

but we didn't get the chance.

Her husband found out everything and murdered her.

And then you decided to put on that show?

I only wanted to make the police take action, you know?

The maid was helping me.

She too wanted the murdered to be punished.

She and Maria look so alike that she could be sisters.

A little makeup, and she was a carbon copy of Maria.

So, it wasn't your mother after all.

Do you know where Katya is now?

She disappeared. Disappeared...

Perhaps, she did rob Zakharov's house,

at any rate, it doesn't have anything to do with me,

I just wanted the murdered punished, you know?

Signor Donizetti...

You miss Maria.

Would you like to speak with her right now?

Yakov Platonovich, I was there and I saw the spirit emerge in the mirror.

It was Madame Zakharova, not her maid.

I'm capable of telling a falcon from a heron.

Anton Andreyevich! Gentlemen, good day.

What's wrong, Pelageia Ivanovna?

I saw Anna and Donizetti, they were going somewhere together.

I thought you should know.

Where did you see them?

I think they turned left from Golubtsov's restaurant.

It's not far from the Zakharovs'.

Looks like they were heading there.

Take the officers, let's go.

Don't worry, I'll give orders for you to be taken home.

Thank you.

Follow me.

Spirit of Maria Ponurova, show yourself to me.

Woman who died in this room, show yourself to me.

Spirit of the woman murdered here,

I command you, show yourself!

You don't need to try so hard.

I am fascinated by you as it is.

What are you doing?

You come to me under any pretext,

you admire me, you listen to me...

Admit it. You are in love with me, aren't you?

Is that you?

Who are you talking to?

What are you looking at?

Tell me: who killed you?

Can you explain what's happened?

What will happen if the medium summons a living person's spirit?

I read about that.

It's only possible when that person is asleep.

But then that person may not wake up again, fall into a lethargy.

But that, of course, is utter nonsense.

That's what happened to your Maria.

I summoned her spirit that night, thinking she was dead.

Your romantic story is a lie...

You and Maria Ponurova murdered her maid, Katya Lopyriova

to accuse her husband of it and rob the house.

And you specifically looked for a girl who looked like her

so that her husband could identify her burnt body!

Can you really speak to spirits?

Come with me.

We must be together.

To hell with Maria, she can't hold a candle to you!

We can make millions together, you and I!

Let go of me, you monster!

Too bad...

I can't let you go.

You know too much.

I would come to each town before him,

hang about taverns, gathering rumors and gossip,

mostly about rich people, their secrets and secret affairs...

recently deceased relatives...

and writing everything down in a notebook to give to the master.

Good. Will we find that notebook in your hotel room?

- It's not a crime-- - It's fraud.

But that's not your only misdeed.

I have requested a list of all accidents

that occurred in the towns where you performed in the last 2 years.

There are quite many of those, but in two of them,

young women died in the fire.

Both had chestnut brown hair, both were married to rich men.

Just a coincidence.

Somehow, I don't think so.

At your performances, the dead woman

would point the husband out as the murderer,

the husband would be arrested

and your accomplice would rob the empty house.

By the way, she is joining us soon.

She was caught in the neighboring uyezd.

Masha, it's you...

God, I can't believe my eyes, you're alive!

Get lost, you nitwit!

Here is your ghost.

Well, ma'am?

Will you deny it or tell us right away how and when

you entered into a criminal relationship with Maestro Donizetti?

This isn't Donizetti.

What does it mean?

I found your Russian too good not to be suspicious from the start.

Who is he then?

Do I get some leniency if I tell everything?

It's up to the court.

He killed Donizetti two years ago and took his place.

You're lying!

His name is Gevorg Gabrelyan.

- Gabrelyan? - Yes!

Isn't he the Gabrelyan the police has been after for 5 years now?

An escaped convict, thief and card sharp...

And a murderer to boot, as it turns out.

Well, Mr. Gabrelyan, you found a nice way to hide from justice,

posing as another man, a celebrity too.

You will pay for everything now.

It's you who will pay for everything, Mr. Shtolman.

This is not him.

Good day, Mr. Kliuyev.

Good day, Mr. Shtolman.

Thank you for accepting my invitation.

- When did you come back? - Please.

I believe you know very well when I came back.

I want to talk to you.

I'm listening.

In St. Petersburg, I was followed everywhere by your trackers.

What makes you think I was the one who sent them?

Money can loosen any tongue, Yakov Platonovich.

So I am curious...

Why did you put me under surveillance?

You see, Mr. Kliuyev, I have good reasons to believe

that you are not who you say you are.

Be so kind as to state those reasons.

First of all, you live under an assumed surname.

And your movements are not too clear.

You were abroad in 1889.

A year prior to that, you lived in Russia, in St. Petersburg,

but it's as if you vanished into thin air.

Could I trouble you for an explanation of these mysteries?

I suppose that your keen interest in my person has something to do with

my proposing to Anna Viktorovna, doesn't it?

Very well, I will appease your curiosity.

Have you heard of the banker Zolotnitsky's case?

The one who blew out his brains?

Yes. But first he shot his wife.

He lost his depositors' money as a result of criminal scheming

and went bankrupt.

He was my father.

Now you see why I decided to change my surname.

Living with the old one meant exposing myself to curses and mockery.

Fortunately, Father had given me my share of inheritance before it happened.

Afterwards, I multiplied it, by legal means.

That is commendable.

As for your second question...

I spent the year 1888 in Professor Kashchenko's clinic.

After said events I fell into a deep melancholy and

the professor cured me.

Have I satisfied your curiosity?

Completely.

Mr. Shtolman.

Should you wish to know anything else about me,

just ask me, will you?

Maria Timofeyevna didn't mind my visiting?

No, not at all.

Mom has a new outlook on many things now.

And, to tell the truth, she is very grateful to you.

Anna Viktorovna,

on that night 5 years ago...

5 years, 6 months and 4 days.

I was lured out of the room with a note slipped under the door,

and when I came out, I was seized and taken to St. Petersburg.

Were you wounded?

I saw blood.

It wasn't as terrible as what happened next.

I was charged with espionage for England.

Why?

Everybody knew of my relationship with Nizhinskaya,

and her guilt was obvious, and

some people at the court really wanted to get their hands on

that folder with Mr. Brown's research.

It wasn't until four odd years later that Col. Varfolomeyev

was able to secure my full acquittal.

And I was released.

What happened to Nizhinskaya?

Her death sentence was commuted with hard labor for life at the last moment.

How horrible...

You loved her, didn't you?

I did, once.

What happened to Alice?

She told all she knew about her father's work

and was allowed to go to her home country.

Mr. Brown, on the other hand, was found strangled in the port of Revel.

Oh God... so many deaths...

After I was set free

I was invited to the guard department.

What I am about to tell you, Anna Viktorovna,

is a state secret.

Officers of the Preobrazhensky Regiment

shot each other as if on command at a friendly get-together.

A respectable matron

slaughtered her six children with a knife in their sleep.

Factory workers attacked the manager and ripped him to shreds.

The list is far from complete.

And you're saying that

none of them remembered a thing on the following day?

Exactly.

But in each case, Krutin had something to do with the incident.

So you know who he is?

We believe his name is Mikhail Krutin.

Not a single witness was able to describe his appearance,

and he always wore a mask when receiving his patients.

The saddest part is that his victims include persons of very high ranking,

even members of the emperor's family.

God only knows what ideas he could have implanted in them under hypnosis.

But what is his purpose? What is he after?

He certainly does have a plan.

I think he is a dangerous libertine.

Most likely, a cultist or a Satanist,

I have nothing else to tell you.

Still... why me?

There must be other detectives.

We have information that he is hiding in Zatonsk.

He has taken a keen interest in someone you know very well.

Anna Mironova.

Anna?

I suppose you want to protect her, Mr. Shtolman. Don't you?

But why? What does that Krutin want me for?

That I don't know, but I'm sure that

the arson of the bookshop is his handiwork.

Oh God... it wasn't Polina they were trying to kill,

they were trying to kill me!

I don't think that was his plan.

I did my best to protect you without giving myself away but

I think he made me...

and started some kind of game.

Yakov Platonovich... I'm scared.

I will always be by your side.

I will protect you.

You are the most precious thing I have.

It's getting late, Miss.

Your mother is worried. She asked me to hurry you.

Don't take it amiss, sir.

The hour is late indeed.

Yes, I have overstayed my welcome.

I apologize.

Good night, Anna Viktorovna.

See you later, Yakov Platonovich.

Don't you think you're out of line?

It's not appropriate for you to receive a man on your own.

What would Andrey Petrovich say?

He is almost your fiance.

Andrey Petrovich...

You will take a letter to him. Right now.

Dear Andrey Petrovich,

I cannot accept your proposal

and become your wife.

You are a wonderful man

but a loveless marriage will be agony for us.

I hope we can remain good friends.

To Kliuyev Andrey Petrovich

THE ILLUSIONIST

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