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Episode 20 FIVE SPICES

Zizi, are you here? Are you with us?

I think she is very displeased with you.

She is glaring.

How have you been, Zizi?

Are you well? How are you f-feeling?

Is everything all right with you?

The weather here hasn't been great late-- - Uncle.

Get to the point.

I have gotten myself in a very bad situation, Zizi--

You have gained weight, Petya.

Oh my god.

Immediately exclude sweets and baked goods from your diet.

Zizi, I think you're exaggerating a little.

Coachman Prokopiy

borrowed 5 roubles a month before I died to have the carriage repaired

and drank it away.

Kick him the hell out. Settle him wages and kick him out!

The gardener will come to ask for a raise. Kick him out as well.

And stop chasing every skirt!

What do you want me to do? You're dead.

You came to Zatonsk and ran to the governor's wife at once?

Is the governor's wife good?

No, my sweet, no good, no good at all.

Now you're talking!

Now you don't have an alibi because of her, you mutton head!

So, you know? You know everything.

They accuse me of murdering you.

Glafira too, by the way.

What do I do? I have to prove my innocence somehow,

it's not true-- - Did you drink with Kliuyev?

Did you go to party with the gipsies?

At least you were smart enough to take the mail from the house.

You're no spring chicken, no spring chicken.

Mail? What mail?

I took the newspaper and some letter.

I read the newspaper, and the letter--

I don't remember where the letter is.

It's in your suitcase!

You bookmarked the Ronsard with it.

- Right, in the suitcase, got it. - Find it and read it, now.

- Yes, I got it. - Now, Petya!

Yes, got it, got it.

Good Lord.

Yes, I got it, here it is!

No, no, please don't!

From Glafira Karmanova.

Should have read it sooner.

It's been lying unopened for three days now.

How many times did I tell you? Business first, then the governor's wife.

Zinaida, let's not start this now, we're not alone.

Annette is here.

Careful, Petya.

You're wasting time! - Yes, yes, yes.

What is it, Uncle?

Incredible. I'm saved!

I'm saved.

But what a scoundrel, what a scoundrel.

I already told that sir everything I knew.

Then tell it once more. Who visited Glafira Karmanova?

Some merchant, he's not local, new in Zatonsk.

Opened a weird shop, it smells of all kinds of foreign herbs.

He tried to talk me into buying some.

Who'd put this disgusting stuff in food? God forbid.

He'll go bust with this business of his, and nobody goes there anyway.

What's his name?

I don't remember, sir, I don't... And why would I?

Never mind him, tell us about the second one, you said Glafira had another caller.

- There was. - Right. - But only once.

And I didn't see his face.

- But you said he was properly combed and all. - Combed, yes.

On the back of his head.

But if the back is properly combed, the front must be no haystack either!

Who is it?

Mr. Shtolman?

Thank you.

I'm going to the Mironovs, and you, Anton Andreyevich--

I know, find the merchant and the shop...

it's probably the only one in Zatonsk.

We'll find it, no worries.

Well, my dear...

I guess I'll have to treat you to some tea and gingerbread.

The business didn't take, did it?

(Fennel seeds/Cinnamon/Cloves/Sichuan pepper/Star anise) FIVE SPICES Direct shipments from China and Siam

It did not. Our people are so uncivilized.

The spices I have here... Would have been a hit anywhere from Paris to Moscow.

But our people don't want anything but beets and cabbage.

Right.

- Anton Andreyevich Korobeinikov. - Kovrigin, Ilia Samsonovich.

Careful!

What are you going to do with your stock?

I'll ship it all back to my Moscow warehouses, obviously.

I have 2 of these shops in Moscow, 3 in St. Petersburg...

Could've lived without a care in the world, but no, I had to come into the middle of nowhere.

You should have made yourself known.

Say, advertise it in the paper.

I for one didn't know your shop existed until today.

And it has such a magnificent name... Does it mean something?

Yes, well, it's the name of a Chinese spice mixture.

Star anise, Sichuan pepper, fennel seeds, cloves, cinnamon...

Makes any dish much more refined, especially meat.

Here, allow me to treat you.

The Chinese Empress herself uses these spices.

Thank you.

Wonderful. ...Did you by any chance know Glafira Karmanova?

So, you're the police.

You should've gotten straight to the point.

No need to waste time asking about my business.

Come inside, we'll talk there. Please.

Makar...

Go upstairs, gather the documents for the bank.

Go on, go on, Makar, hurry up.

Well? - What?

Did you know Glafira well?

- Got wind of my calls, did you? - We did, yes.

I make no secret of it.

Yes, I called on her.

Because I loved her very much.

Yes. The situation with the shop was already clear two weeks later.

Two customers in six days.

It was only for her...

for Glafira that I kept this shop.

I was trying to talk her into going to Moscow with me.

And how did she respond?

How did she respond?

She hanged herself, as you know.

You should know that Glafira didn't kill herself.

She was choked and then hanged.

Are you sure?

Who could do that?

You could.

I hear a man came to see her after midnight.

He was the murderer.

Who? Who was that?

Was she cheating on me?

Broads! Can't trust them!

Don't beat yourself up.

Maybe she didn't know him at all.

If she let him in, then she did know him.

But what does it matter now...

I-- I wasn't with her that night,

Makar and I worked in the shop until morning.

Anton Andreyevich...

Even if she was cheating on me...

please, find the murderer anyway.

We'll talk again.

And I want to find you in this very spot.

Have a nice day.

But, um--

Mr. Shtolman! Mr. Shtolman!

I am saved! Read this. You have to read this.

Read this. Read this now.

Glafira wrote this to me.

Well, in short, she writes that Zinaida Petrovna's nephew--

read it--visited her and tried to persuade her to testify

that she allegedly had seen me put poison in Zizi's tea!

That's exactly what she writes here.

A moment. Where is it... Here.

"Pyotr Ivanovich, I"-- Look!

"Pyotr Ivanovich, I kicked him out"

"because your kindness, gentleness... your gallantry"... wait, no, a moment.

Wait, just a second... Here.

-"Your gentle hands--" - Wait, no, that's not it!

Here, this.

"So I won't say a bad word about you, you don't have to worry about that."

"Won't say a bad word about you".

Well?!

What is this you have here?

"Started nailing his face."

"Started. Nailing. Hs face."

Any educated man will write not "nailing"

but "scratching". Not "nailing"!

I wish to see the chief of police!

Mr. Tregubov, if I'm not mistaken.

To whom have I the honor of speaking?

Are you Tregubov?

My name is Golovliov, Vitaliy Grigoryevich.

I am the nephew of Madame Mironova,

who was brutally murdered by her husband in your wretched town a year ago!

The investigation isn't over yet.

I would refrain from jumping to conclusions, if I were you, Mr. Golovliov.

Dear sir.

I have no need of your advice.

I have come here to give you a dressing-down.

Why hasn't Mr. Mironov been convoyed to St. Petersburg?

- The envelope, please. - Oh, of course, the envelope.

It turns out I received this letter while I still was in St. Petersburg

but forgot about it because,

well, Mr. Kliuyev and I

got so busy, well, you know how it is.

But this-- there's a stamp on it, and there's a date.

- That's right. - Yes.

So, you forgot about it and have only just found it.

Yes. Yes.

And I wouldn't have even found it, if it hadn't been for Zizi.

She knows what's where.

She's an angel, angel. Angel.

She really is an angel, in a certain sense.

In a literal sense. Truly, an angel.

I'm taking the letter, and you'll officially explain later

why you only just now remembered about it.

- Well, I told you-- - No, leave angels out of this.

Keep it to "I forgot about it and have only just found it."

How dare you use this tone of voice with me?

Who are you to demand answers from me?

Who are you--to demand--from me?!

Calm down! The Minister will demand answers from you.

We'll see what you're going to tell him.

You will remember Golovliov!

You should have gone straight to the Minister, Mr. Golovliov.

Why waste time with us?

Don't you worry, I will!

All the more so that I already have an appointment.

I'm happy for you.

I'm also sincerely thankful to you for coming by on your own.

Otherwise we would have had to convoy you from St. Petersburg.

Are you insane?

Are you well? - Quite well.

I think you visited Zatonsk not long ago.

And you called on a townswoman by the name of Glafira Karmanova. Am I right?

Nonsense! I couldn't care less about your godforsaken little town!

And yet I have proof of your visit.

A letter from Miss Karmanova to Mr. Mironov, in which

she says that you urged her to give false testimony against him.

Yes. Yes, I was in your town!

Yes, I asked Karmanova to testify.

But I never asked her to tell lies.

How else would I have known about the crime if not from Karmanova?

And you know what, why don't you question her?

She will tell you everything.

Because Glafira Karmanova is dead.

See? See!

Don't you find it odd that

the moment Pyotr Mironov arrives in town

someone murders the only witness of the crime?

Who told you she'd been murdered?

I just ventured a guess.

And apparently my guess was right, wasn't it?

I know what you're getting at.

No murder-- - No crime.

I won't allow it!

Once I'm back in St. Petersburg, I will personally complain to the Minister.

I forbid you to leave Zatonsk.

You have no right!

I suppose you'll be staying at the hotel? It's much more comfortable than lockup.

Nikolai Vasilievich, I ask for your permission

to post an officer at Mr. Golovliov's hotel room.

Certainly, Yakov Platonovich. I'll have two officers posted there.

One at the door and one at the window.

- I will complain! - As is your right.

You can pass your complains through the officer.

And now, please, leave us until further notice.

The officer is waiting.

Good man, show the gentleman out.

You won't get away with this!

Well, what do you think?

I don't know what came over me.

I can't run after him and apologize, can I?

I'm so sick of it, Yakov Platonovich.

I didn't serve faithfully for 30 years

for some St. Petersburg--

excuse me, louse--

He's going to complain, the bastard.

Don't worry, he's going to have his hands full for some time.

Still, Yakov Platonovich, you must admit

he did have a point.

What if he was trying to get Karmanova

testify to what she had really witnessed?

Did you read the letter carefully?

Did it mention false testimony?

No. It can be interpreted either way.

Perhaps we shouldn't have arrested him?

Don't worry, Zinaida Petrovna. I'll tell him all this. Yes, yes, I got it.

...yes, yes, on the second floor, I got it.

No, I don't need to write it down, I remember everything perfectly.

Annette?

Who are you talking to?

He hasn't been putting away sweets or baked goods.

And he has no health issues.

Why would you even say that he's gained weight?

Annette... Is she here again?

You summoned her again, didn't you? - I didn't, she came on her own.

What does she want?

So, Kovrigin wasn't at Glafira's that night?

Did you tell him everything?

What's the point in hiding it?

I hear you put the nephew of the late Madame Mironova under arrest.

Seriously? Do you think he murdered his aunt?

Or Glafira? - I don't know.

She wrote that letter long before he left.

Unless he hired someone else.

Don't you understand he had no reason to do it?

Not necessarily. If she refused to lie under oath,

he could kill her to throw suspicion on Mr. Mironov.

Mironov had a motive--

his wife's many millions.

And he had an opportunity. Why overthink it, Yakov Platonovich?

I'm afraid he's going to be convoyed straight to St. Petersburg.

What did they do to you?

- Who? - The Mironovs.

It feels like you can't wait to see Pyotr Ivanovich convicted.

Don't you understand that this will affect the entire family?

I do.

And trust me, this situation upsets me as much as it does you.

But it's obvious.

And Nikolai Vasilievich is right.

We do not want to start a fight with St. Petersburg.

I get it, you have your friends in high places there and everything but

Dismissal is the last thing I need.

Worried about your hide, are you?

I will be able to protect you in any case.

Thank you for your kind words!

Uncle, I have many an instruction for you from Zinaida Petrovna,

although she also wants to tell you something else,

but I--

Petya... Sveshnikov and Vitaliy

are offering you a good deal.

Why are you being difficult?

You never knew a thing about commerce.

Say yes. It is a good deal.

A good deal, a good deal...

What's so good about it?

After all, there are other considerations, something more important than profit.

I won't sell grain to the Germans. I won't.

What if famine breaks out here again? What happens then?

Don't you read the papers?

Well, of course you don't, where would you get papers there...

Good joke.

Petenka always knew how to make me laugh.

Zinaida, you don't get the current situation.

You don't see the heart of the problem.

I'll explain what it is about.

The thing is, the Chancellor's position right now is very unstable.

He can easily lose his office.

It might even happen this year. And then what?

Then the agreement with Russia will be rescinded.

It is true. He is not popular in Germany right now.

But what makes you think, Petenka, that the agreement will be rescinded?

Oh god, she's started on politics, this will take a while.

Petya, your job is to increase the capital!

I don't care about the rest.

Increase the capital, increase the capital...

Increase, increase, increase...

How much more increasing does it need?

After all, I am a patriot.

A patriot through and through!

It's my credo.

And some Sveshnikov and you nephew won't make me change my mind.

I will not reconsider my position.

Do you know that Vitaliy asked Glafira to say that I murdered you?

What?

What did she say to that? Did she say anything?

She fainted.

I have never seen anything like this.

You mean... Right.

Where is she? Here? In the corner?

Zizi? Sweetheart, my love!

Wait, wait, just a minute...

I'm here, Zizi, I'm coming!

What is it you're doing here?

Spitting water!

Maria Timofeyevna is resting!

We'll keep it down, we will. Go, go now.

Uncle!

She isn't there.

No?

Tell me, please...

What is this business you have with that Sveshnikov?

Who is he anyway?

We all own different shares in a grain trading company.

Well, I inherited mine from Zizi.

Don't you find it odd that Zinaida Petrovna's nephew

is bringing charges against you

at the exact time when you are in disagreement?

Somehow, it did not occur to me.

Perhaps it should have.

Perhaps...

I walk around the house almost every day

and ask the tenants if they need anything.

We talk rent too, of course.

So, about 5 days ago, Glafira comes to me and says,

"I won't be paying anymore, Pavel Mefodievich,

as I am moving out soon."

Thank you, this is very important.

That's what I thought, that's why I came to you.

I was upset at first, well, because...

there was no improper behavior on her part and she always paid on time.

But I wished her good luck at her new place

and I even put an advertisement in the paper about the apartment.

And she goes and hangs herself. - Right.

I read your advertisement.

I wonder where she was going to move.

But it's obvious, sir!

Kovrigin, the merchant, visited her.

His shop wasn't turning a profit,

so he decided to close it and leave. And take Glafira with him.

I hear she wasn't sure about coming with him.

Apparently, she made up her mind.

Yes... Thank you, your help has been invaluable.

Have a nice day!

Morning! Anything for me?

Good morning, Anton Andreyevich. Any news?

Some. You know, I don't like this merchant Kovrigin.

I think he told me a pack of lies.

Then summon him here and question him properly.

And this bizarre shop of his... Why did he open it in our town in the first place?

It's a losing business.

Taking wood to the forest would be less of a madness.

I think you said he was selling spices?

Chinese spices!

And, as you know, China is currently at war with Japan,

so the goods are transported via bypass routes and delivered very irregularly.

It's a nasty business. They're trying to establish their influence over Korea.

Did you make inquiries at the merchant guild?

I did and was told in confidence that this Kovrigin of ours

is in debt up to his eyeballs.

Really?

20,000. Inconceivable.

But that's not all. His promissory notes have been bought out.

By whom?

That's for us to find out.

See what's happening! I can't even step into my own house.

I'll say.

I'm sorry. I got carried away the other day, said some things I shouldn't have said.

Don't hold it against me, please.

Well? How is your case going?

I'm waiting for Mr. Shtolman to find Glafira's murderer.

It's the only thing that can save me.

Let's hope for the best.

Pyotr. I do not think you are capable of cold-blooded murder.

Or any murder.

Thank you.

I'm sorry too. I too lost my temper the other day.

After all, everybody lives as they see fit.

Well... Tell me. Are you happy with Liza?

Very.

And I thank my lucky stars for this gift in my declining years.

You know... I feel like a new man.

And every new day is a new miracle.

Of course, I'm happy to hear it but...

What stopped you from loving Liza without leaving your family?

I know you're not practical in these matters.

You should have asked for my advice, I would have helped.

You know I'm not good at secret affairs.

Oh, secret affairs...

What's wrong with secret affairs? At least no one gets hurt.

And now what?

Are you getting divorced?

Of course. In due time.

Divorce is a long, messy and, most importantly, dirty business.

So things will remain the same for the time being.

After all, I'm not the only person in Russia who has to live in this situation.

What is this paper, Makar?

- Can't you see? It's a telegram. - A telegram.

28 or 29 poods.

What are you shipping to St. Petersburg by poods?

Spices, is it? Cloves or cinnamon?

No, not spices.

It's a different business. Mine!

I know what business this is.

My Glafira was hanged on the night of the 29th!

Was it you who put her in the noose?

When? I worked in the shop all night long!

Don't lie! You went out for a whole hour!

Right, Makar, come on, get ready.

We're going to the police and sorting it out there.

Stay where you are! I'll kill you!

RAILWAY STATION

- Good day. Good day!

Are you waiting for me?

I know your routes.

You're tired.

Or is it unhappy thoughts troubling you?

Why?

Your uncle still hasn't dared to reveal

where he was on the night Glafira was murdered?

Will you dare?

To talk to me about something other than business.

Of course.

I--

Yakov Platonovich!

Yakov Platonovich!

Good day, Anna Viktorovna.

- Good day, Anton Andreyevich. - Good day, Anton Andreyevich.

I have found out everything. A little bird told me

that this merchant, Kovrigin,

he often uses his name to act in the interests of someone else,

a certain Sveshnikov.

- Sveshnikov? - Yes.

He's my uncle's second partner.

Who is the first one?

Golovliov.

You know, I think all these spices

are nothing but cover for some shady business.

Spices, not gold. That's what it was!

- Bless you. - Thank you.

Let's go to Kovrigin's, Yakov Platonovich, come on!

Yakov Platonovich!

Yakov Platonovich!

We'll talk later, Anna Viktorovna.

For goodness' sake.

Your timing is terrible as ever.

I don't understand you, Yakov Platonovich.

No, of course, talking to Anna Viktorovna

is much more enjoyable than attending to your direct duties, isn't it?

Police! Open up!

Bless you.

Anna Viktorovna, you can't be here.

This could be dangerous.

First of all, this is about my uncle.

I will do my best to save him.

Second of all, I thought we might talk right now.

All right.

Anton Andreyevich, you're on your own.

What is it that you wanted to talk to me about?

He's on the second floor!

There must be a back door.

Anna Viktorovna, wait here.

Please.

Kovrigin.

Makar...

Who is he?

Kovrigin's steward.

Some spices.

Here. Found in Makar's room.

So, he murdered her and took the money while he was at it.

Right. Shall we send the bodies to Dr. Milz?

Where else?

It's all clear to me now.

But I hope you'll still explain something to me.

This again?

Good god, what is happening in our Zatonsk?

Murder upon murder. Two murders today.

And I was going to have lunch.

Go, Doctor. They won't run away.

Go have lunch.

Well, thank you for letting me.

I'll be there in an hour.

Gentlemen.

It's time to talk.

Anna Viktorovna!

What happened here?

Have you ever seen spirits fight?

God spared me.

Oh God. They have trashed the place!

Are you all right?

They were talking about some telegram.

Did you find it in the shop?

Where have you been so long?

I missed you!

Lunch is getting cold too.

Wow!

Mutton chops!

And borshch!

Just as you like it!

I am the happiest man alive.

What did I do to deserve this happiness?

It's just because you are the best of all people.

Well, what about your brother? - What about my brother?

My brother, as always, tried to lecture me.

That's his nature.

But there is a lot of good in him.

You know, I would even like to invite him to ours.

That is, if you don't mind. - Not at all.

I'll be happy to get to know him properly.

But when? We're leaving soon, aren't we?

Yes! Yes, your passport will be ready in a few days and

you and I are going to Nice!

Oh my god... I can't believe I will finally see the sea!

Of course, my angel. Good Lord...

You are still a child.

This trip is a real miracle for me.

There will be many more miracles.

And now... let's have lunch!

Here's the telegram. They found it on the floor.

May I bring him in? - Bring him in!

You have crossed all possible lines, gentlemen.

I assure you, you will have to answer for this abuse of power.

I will answer for it.

And you, Mr. Golovliov, will answer for your involvement in a murder.

What nonsense is this?

Nikolai Vasilievich, the case is solved. Permission to report?

Permission granted.

Anton Andreyevich, perhaps you would like to?

It will be my honor.

So, there is a very large trading partnership in St. Petersburg.

It so happened that most of it belongs to Pyotr Ivanovich Mironov.

Another, smaller, share belongs to Sveshnikov, merchant of the first guild.

And the tiniest share is yours, Mr. Golovliov.

I don't get it. What does it have to do with anything?

My aunt has been murdered!

You have taken over the case and are playing for time!

I am. For time is the best counselor.

As you know, Nikolai Vasilievich,

Russia and Germany signed a trade agreement on grain supplies.

And Messrs. Sveshnikov and Golovliov decided

it was the perfect way to get colossal profit.

Windfall profit!

But they forgot that winds don't always blow where ships want to go.

Their partner Mironov

decided to oppose this deal, didn't he?

You have a wild imagination, young man, congratulations.

Thank you.

Some other businessman might have put up with it.

But not you, Mr. Golovliov, and not your partner Sveshnikov.

Because you know that a roasted chicken won't jump into your mouth on its own.

You decided to get rid of your headstrong partner

so he wouldn't get in the way of your coveted profits.

Why would you need a difficult partner?

You arranged everything so that he would be suspected of murdering his wife.

To do this, Mr. Golovliov arrives in Zatonsk

and attempts to force Glafira to testify against Mironov.

But she says no. Moreover,

She writes a letter to Mr. Mironov warning him of Mr. Golovliov's schemes.

Here is that letter.

You have destroyed a copy. Here is the original.

Glafira's refusal didn't stop the perpetrators and

they decided to kill her-- in such a way that suspicion would fall on Mr. Mironov.

That's where merchant Kovrigin steps in,

Glafira's beau.

Whose debts were bought out by the third partner, Sveshnikov.

However, it seems that Kovrigin genuinely fell in love with Glafira

and refused to kill her.

They were going to leave town together.

Why didn't they?

They didn't get the chance.

They never imagined the perpetrators would bribe Kovrigin's steward, Makar.

It was he who murdered Glafira Karmanova after he received the telegram.

Here it is, by the way.

AGREE TO 28 SLASH 29 POODS NO MORE BUT NO LESS STOP

What do some poods have to do with this?

Absolutely nothing.

This message only says that

Glafira Karmanova is to be killed on the night of August 28 to 29,

when Mr. Mironov arrives in town.

Only, unfortunately for Makar, Kovrigin found this telegram

and figured everything out.

First he tried to kill him, then he tried to kill you.

Gentlemen, I don't understand. This sounds too complicated.

What is it exactly you're accusing me of?

Sit down!

Sir, a dispatch from St. Petersburg.

I knew it!

I believed, I was sure this matter would have a happy outcome.

However, you can imagine-- Please.

--what I went through in these two days.

But what an extraordinary experience, Pyotr Ivanovich!

Why don't you write about it?

No, Maria Timofeyevna...

all things literary are your area.

Cheers.

Mr. Shtolman and Mr. Korobeinikov are here.

Yes, yes, invite them in!

Uncle! Don't forget to say thank you.

Yakov Platonovich fought for you like a lion.

My pleasure to welcome you here, gentlemen.

Be so kind, join us in toasting--

join us in toasting not so much to your success

as to my miraculous deliverance!

Pyotr Ivanovich.

Which I certainly owe to you specifically.

Domna, glasses!

Has-- something happened?

Has something happened, Yakov Platonovich?

For me?

Glasses, ladies and gentlemen.

CEASE INVESTIGATION INTO MADAME GOLOVLIOVAS MURDER

DONT PREVENT MR GOLOVLIOV FROM DEPARTING FOR ST PETERSBURG...

MINISTER OF INTERNAL AFFAIRS DURNOVO STOP

What? These wretches won't be punished?

Alas, nothing we can do about it.

Unfortunately, they seem to have powerful benefactors in the capital.

The trouble with our empire, Annette,

is that the powers that be

are the first to break the law they tell others to obey.

Ah, stop it, everybody! I see no reason to be sad!

After all, what matters to us is the first line of this telegram!

Isn't it, ladies and gentlemen?

Anton Andreyevich.

I think it has been a while since we played music together.

What a great idea! Great idea. To the grand piano!

But I'm going to leave you.

A little walk, a little fresh air, a little exercise...

Exercise?

What about the foundations of the state?

Annette...

The foundations of the state are called that for a reason.

They are well-founded. They will hold.

Incorrigible.

FIVE SPICES

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