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Luka, my dear boy, today is your birthday.

Look at the cake your dad has brought for you.

Episode 21 THE LAST VICTIM

...and, breaking the display window, invaded the confectionary

to inflict 12.5 roubles worth of further damage

by consuming--listen--

4 napoleons, 7 profiteroles,

10 madeleines--oh, I love those!--

and a Spanish wind torte in its entirety.

I recognize Sergeant Riabko's style.

- This is his report! - Who is our hero?

A beggar, goes by the name of Lame Luka.

So, how is he going to pay to the owner for the damage?

I'm afraid he isn't. Listen to the rest.

The perpetrator expired at the scene of his crime

from twisted bowel.

If you think about it, gluttony has killed more people than the sword has.

- Sir. - Yes?

This has just arrived, addressed to you.

Me? Thank you.

No return address. I've had it with these denunciation letters and-- ouch!

- What is it? - Nothing, just a scratch.

What?

Yakov Platonovich!

Who delivered the letter?

A boy, about 8 years old, he's just walked out.

Hey, boy, was it you who's just brought the letter?

Who told you to deliver the letter?

Tell me now! - Mr. Korobeinikov

has been poisoned with a deadly toxin

and will die in one day

unless you find the antidote. The clue to where to look for it

is in the bodies of the three people

who are already dead or will die within one day.

Head of Investiga-- - Enough, enough, calm down.

What is this silly joke?

Crazy as hell...

You have no idea, Anna Viktorovna,

how many times I wrote to the Ministry

and got a rejection each time...

Speculum, please. I'm going to open the esophagus.

So... Yes, here.

Imagine this: a response came yesterday.

The new doctor will be here any day now.

My God. How much did he eat?

Enough for the stomach wall to rupture.

Yes... he ate until he burst.

Who sent you? Well? Tell me!

It's no use, Anton Andreyevich, he doesn't remember anything.

No, I want him to tell me... Who sent you?

Very well, if he doesn't remember then he doesn't remember.

He will remember everything once he's spent some time in the cell.

Officer!

Lock him up! - Don't overdo it!

It stings. What a nasty trick.

The blade was thin as paper.

- Anton Andreyevich. - What?

We need to get you to the hospital immediately.

Yakov Platonovich, it'll be fine by my wedding day*. (just an expression)

You're not being serious, are you?

This is more than serious.

According to his certificate, he was a brilliant student

and worked at the best hospitals abroad.

By the way, he had his internship in Switzerland.

Switzerland?

Their medical school is very strong.

Yes, I think he is a well-educated, knowledgeable person.

Doctor Milz? I was told I could find you here.

Excuse me, sir, who are you?

Ivan Skriabin, the new doctor.

Pleasure to meet you.

I'm sorry, we are somewhat busy here.

In that case, I'll join you, if you don't mind.

Anna Viktorovna, a gown for the doctor.

Well, what do we have here?

Bowel obstruction?

She's pretty. Your nurse?

Mr. Skriabin...

I think of Anna Viktorovna as my colleague.

And believe me, the entire hospital treats her with utmost respect.

If you say so, Doctor.

What does this poor fellow have? Ileus?

No, I believe he just ate too much.

That can't be right. There's something shiny in there.

Is it a candy wrapper?

Gentlemen.

Anna Viktorovna.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Where is Dr. Milz?

He is finishing the autopsy.

I want him to examine Anton Andreyevich immediately.

What's wrong?

Nothing is wrong, Anna Viktorovna, don't worry.

Yakov Platonovich got it into his head that there is poison in me

and I'm about to die, but I feel fine.

Oh, gentlemen, good to see you!

To what do I owe this visit?

Good day, Doctor.

We urgently need your help.

Anton Andreyevich received an anonymous letter this morning

with a blade hidden in it.

He cut himself and I think there might have been poison on the blade.

But I feel fine.

Anton Andreyevich, please. Come on now.

All right, all right, just to reassure Yakov Platonovich.

Show me the cut.

Well, this is only a scratch. - That's what I'm saying.

A slightly heightened heart rate...

Slightly dilated pupils... but

the eyes are clear, so I don't see any signs of poisoning.

Thank God for that, thank you very much, Aleksandr Franzevich.

I have to leave you know. Things to do.

Have a nice... day.

Anton Andreyevich!

Anton Andreyevich, what's wrong?

At any rate, it will be best for you to stay in the hospital.

I-- I feel fine, it's just--

I'm having trouble... breathing.

Maria Timofeyevna.

If I inadvertently startled your muse, I'm sorry.

I'm always glad to see you, Aleksey Yegorovich.

As for the muse, she is an unreliable lady.

Hard work is the only way to success.

You are absolutely right, as always.

I come bearing news.

Good news, I hope?

First of all, I humbly beg your pardon...

But I took the liberty of sending the first chapter of your novel

to Herald of Europe*. (*Vestnik Evropy)

Where?

Aleksey Yegorovich...

How could you?

It's the best literary magazine in Russia...

How could you hold me up for ridicule like this?

They are going to publish it.

What?

That's right. In the next issue.

Here, I have just received the response.

This is incredible!

Aleksey Yegorovich, they--

They are saying I have to come up with a title as soon as possible.

Oh my god, the title. Aleksey Yegorovich,

I didn't even think about it.

Maria Timofeyevna, catchy titles are my strong suit.

Krutin?

I have no doubt about it. This was in the letter.

Great joy.

Anton Andreyevich doesn't know anything yet. Let it stay that way.

Oh my god...

I think this is a challenge, Anna Viktorovna.

He has started some kind of dreadful game.

What about Anton Andreyevich?

I promise, I will do my best to save his life.

Aleksandr Franzevich!

Who are you?

You don't look like a doctor.

Please, leave, this is for personnel only.

Judicial investigator Shtolman.

To whom do I have the honor of speaking?

Ivan Skriabin, the new doctor.

Were you present at the autopsy?

I made it to the grand finale, so to speak.

A curious case.

The young man stuffed himself to the point of literally bursting.

This is Lame Luka.

He always begged by the church.

Lame? Both his legs are perfectly fine.

Just a usual beggar's trick.

I think you are looking for this.

What is it? Where is it from?

I found it buried in the intestines of this Luka of yours.

I'm taking the key, it may be evidence.

As you wish.

Thank you.

Anna Viktorovna.

I'll come over later tonight.

You and I were never introduced properly.

Ivan Skriabin.

- Ivan... - Yevgenyevich.

Very nice to meet you.

I've been told you are a doctor, too.

I studied at Sorbonne but never got my diploma.

Circumstances forced me to come back sooner than expected.

I was sure I was heading into some wilderness

but you have emancipation in full swing here.

Anna Viktorovna. I've been looking for you, I need you, please come along.

Doctor, you promised to show me around the hospital.

We have a serious case of poisoning.

I must examine him personally.

I will show you everything tomorrow.

Let's go.

...all. sing. ing.

What. work. are. they. do. ing?

Ah. They. are. get.ting. in. the. grain.

How. can. they. help. singing.

Al.most. all. the. work. is. done. by. ma.chines.

reap.ing. and. bind.ing. the. sheaves. and. car.ry.ing. them. away.

Well. I doubt it.

Silly goose. It's not now, it's in a hundred years.

Did Lame Luka live here?

He did, sir.

That one is his spot.

Was his spot.

He was a nice lad.

Why did he even get into that confectionary shop?

Where are his belongings?

What belongings, sir?

We carry our belongings on us.

Whatever we get, we eat.

When did you see him last?

Yesterday, sometime after 7.

He was going to see Natashka, his sweetheart.

Who is she, where does she live?

She works on the street, she lives on Dmitrovskaya Street.

Search everything here and report back the minute you're done.

Yes, sir.

Doctor, can you tell what poison it was?

What makes you think it was a poison?

I for one don't know yet what this disease of yours is.

Hurry up, please.

You're a smooth liar, Doctor.

I've had enough of these white lies.

I'm a detective, you can't fool me, I-- thank you, I--

I know

the boy said there were three more

and they must be saved, but you tell me--

you know it's cowardly to lie down if you can stand up, and I--

I--

Well...

Hopefully, a couple of hours of sleep will help him recover.

Do you have any idea what poison this might be?

The symptoms don't match those of any poison I know.

Some work more slowly, others would have killed him a long time ago.

But you gave him an atropine injection.

We'll see if it works.

Please accept my deepest gratitude

and be informed that

the title of my novel is

Love and Deception!

Maria Timofeyevna, dearest,

this is some sort of vaudeville.

Betrayal and Death!

Even worse.

Dreadfully banal.

The Story of a Betrayal...

No, this is too long.

The catchiest titles are usually two words.

Betrayal and Passion!

A Smile and Tears!

Disgrace and Death!

I am a hack!

My dear, calm down, take your time.

I think we are almost there.

But we should think some more.

The spirit of Luka, show yourself to me.

The spirit of Luka, show yourself to me.

The spirit of Luka, show yourself to me.

Tell me... why did you do it?

Hypnosis.

So it was hypnosis.

Tell me--

Do you know how to save Anton Andreyevich?

Please tell me where we can find the antidote.

- What is it, m'dear? - What?

What do you want to buy?

Nothing.

Anyone in there?

Anna?

What are you doing here?

Luka's spirit has led me here.

But I don't know what this place is.

This is the room of his lover, some Natashka.

It's locked.

Wake up.

Come on, wake up!

What d'ya want?

Why are you here?

Do you know Lame Luka, the beggar?

I hope he burns in hell.

When did you see him last?

Came yesterday. The bastard.

Does he keep his stuff at your place?

Yeah, right. Like hell he does.

He always put everything in that box of his.

And where is that box?

In the flophouse, duh.

Luka left it there yesterday.

For the thing.

What thing?

For the midwife.

I got knocked up and he... told me to get rid of it.

I told me, come on, between the two of us, we can raise a baby.

You have a hot spot.

Up to three roubles a day.

And he's like, how do I know it's mine?

I haven't been out on the streets for two months.

Turned all my clients away.

It's his baby!

At what time did he leave your place?

I don't remember.

After midnight.

He left and I was so upset I got drunk right there.

What happened anyway?

Did Luka do something or what?

He is dead.

What's going to happen to me now?

Natasha, I'm going to help you.

Come to the hospital, ask for Anna Mironova.

Just... don't go to the midwife.

Please, Lida, get these crazy thoughts out of your head.

The delivery was in my name.

The address in a fine handwriting, with a monogram...

The same brand, the same color,

it's can't be a coincidence, Valentin Viktorovich.

Well, I'm telling you it can.

Everything in the world is coincidental.

It's we who want to see something more about it.

Lidia, I always told you: listen to me

and everything is going to be just fine.

Did I deceive you?

You're married, you have a home, you have children.

Yes, indeed.

So listen to me now once again.

This is nothing more than a coincidence.

Maybe it's a gift from an admirer who wants you to run away with him.

Admirer...

Why not?

You are still quite attractive,

to men who like ladies of your age.

At any rate, you have nothing to worry about.

Only we two know of that sad incident.

It was a coincidence.

Good girl.

Gaudium Magnum...

"Great joy", it seems this is what he calls death.

Thank you, Yakov Platonovich,

for satisfying my curiosity.

And I have been racking my brains all this time

wondering what mission you're on.

Now you know everything.

I suppose this is classified information...

Don't worry, it looks like I

will take your secret to my grave very soon.

Don't say that, Anton Andreyevich.

We still have 20 hours and I'm not going to sit idly by.

There was a key in the beggar's stomach,

and I'm sure this is the first clue.

He also had a box where he kept all his possessions.

The policemen turned the flophouse upside down but

they haven't found anything yet.

10 Malaya Ignatyevskaya Street.

Apartment on the first floor.

Tell them I sent you and Pafnutiy will help you.

Who is this Pafnutiy?

Head of the local beggars' guild.

- 10 Malaya Ignatyevskaya. - Yes.

Hang in there, Anton Andreyevich.

Yakov Platonovich!

Make sure to catch the bastard.

Grind him to dust.

Pafnutiy Linkov Literary critic

May I see Pafnutiy Linkov?

This is he. How can I help you?

I got your address from Mr. Korobeinikov.

Please, come in.

Please, come in, please.

Always glad to lend my assistance to the police.

How can I be of service this time?

So, you are the head of the beggars guild?

Yes, such is my burden.

Take a seat. Would you like some brandy?

Thank you, I'm on duty.

One of your charges died last night.

Lame Luka. - Yes.

I have been informed.

I feel sorry for him, I do.

You know, he was almost like a son to me.

Was he now?

At least I was the one who made his life possible.

- Anna Viktorovna... - Yes?

I have--

I have a favor to ask of you.

Go on.

It was a long time ago.

One summer night, I was walking along the river bank

and suddenly I saw a man

throw a handbag into the water.

I decided right away to take it out, why waste a good thing.

And indeed, the handbag turned out to be

expensive and quite decent-looking.

And, you won't believe it, there was a baby squeaking inside.

And you didn't report this to the police?

Why? So that they would put the baby in an orphanage

where he wouldn't survive a year?

I already headed the beggars guild at the time,

and to beggars, a foundling is, as you understand, a gift from God.

Besides, I knew right away that Luka had talent.

What talent was that?

His crying was very pitiful.

It was heart-rending. I remember women in the guild

always fighting about whose turn it was to take him out begging.

And when he got older, his type became obvious.

A handsome crippled young man,

it worked with ladies every single time, he collected well.

Tell me...

Luka had a box where he kept his savings.

Yes. Mahogany wood.

We didn't find it in the flophouse

and it may contain important evidence.

So, they pocketed it.

Those brats.

Don't worry, sir, I'll deal with them in no time.

Wait, did you say evidence?

Do you think Luka might have been murdered?

There is a possibility of that.

I will be very glad if you can find the culprit.

Why hasn't Anton Andreyevich come to me himself?

He has taken ill.

Nothing serious, I hope.

Anyway, send him my regards.

I will.

Don't let my methods shock you, sir.

These are wild people.

Can't deal with them any other way.

Anton Andreyevich.

Anton Andreyevich.

She is here. I've brought her.

I'll leave you two alone.

Pelageia Ivanovna...

You came.

I have to t--

No, I want to tell you--

Anton Andreyevich...

save your strength.

I know everything.

Please... hear me out

since you came.

You see that I am... dying.

Please, don't say that.

You are going to get better.

I-- I hesitate d too long and

didn't have the heart to say it

but I want you to know:

I...

love you, Pelageia Ivanovna.

I know, Anton Andreyevich.

I don't dare hope that you...

return my feelings, I--

please, just...

think of me from time to time.

Death... doesn't seem so scary now.

I'm going to stay here

and look after you.

And don't you dare protest.

Ah you! I'll kill you!

What for, Pafnutiy?

For lying! For stealing! Where are you going?

Don't touch him!

Reading banned books, are we?

N.G. CHERNYSHEVSKY WHAT IS TO BE DONE?

Well, where is the box?

- Polina-- - He is dying because of me.

What are you talking about?

Anton Andreyevich has been visiting me often lately.

I should have seen this coming. - Seen what coming?

Krutin never forgets or forgives anything.

He knows that I am helping the police.

So he decided to take his revenge on me by killing Anton Andreyevich.

Do you know how much he loves coming up with the most exquisite tortures?

Polina...

Polina, Shtolman will find the antidote

and save Anton Andreyevich.

You can't know that!

Fine, I can't know that. But I know Shtolman.

Polina, you must be there for Anton Andreyevich right now.

Yes, I must.

Go to him.

Go.

Where is the key?

I don't know, Lame Luka always carried it with him,

May I?

Sure, sir.

Well, what do I do with you, you deadbeat?

Do I give you twenty lashes

or do I send you to the workhouse so that you sweat for a living?

Mercy, man, lashes, let it be lashes.

Bare your back.

Thank you for your help.

Always a pleasure.

Just don't overdo it.

Can't do it any other way, sir!

Or there's no use of it!

Oh boy!

Should I get the capon?

Or the pate?

Goose pate?

Oh God, I'm so sick of everything, sick to death.

I know what you mean.

I'm so depressed I could hang myself.

You're allowed to feel like that.

At least you have an excuse

with your broken heart.

While I... Oh, I don't know.

I don't know, must be old age catching up with me.

Pyotr Ivanovich, old age has nothing to do with it.

It's because you and I are languishing in idleness.

But you had so many projects.

I never followed through a single one of them.

I wanted to plant flax

but the peasants protested.

They started crying that I was going to starve them to death.

I built brick houses for them

but they still live in their log huts

and use those houses as barns.

Nobody wants my innovations.

What did you expect?

What country is this?

A patriarchal one.

We still want to live like in the ancient times...

in days of yore.

Even though there is economic growth... industrial advance.

No, I have to find something to do.

Before I blow my brains.

Have you noticed that

there is a policeman at every turn here?

I have.

I don't understand what are these maneuvers of theirs.

The chief of police must have decided

to conduct some kind of exercises.

Because he was bored.

What's going on here?

Why am I the last to know as always?

You gave officers some special assignment.

You sent Anton Andreyevich to the hospital in the morning.

What's going on?!

Anton Andreyevich really is ill.

What's the diagnosis?

Food poisoning, from oysters.

Oysters... What a nasty affair.

I too had a food poisoning four months ago

after eating some bad oysters at Golubtsov's.

Excuse me, I have to go.

Yakov Platonovich,

what is all the fuss you're making about that beggar?

I don't his death was an accident.

Do you want to share your thoughts with me?

I can't, Nikolai Vasilievich.

Don't you think you are overstepping your authority?

I have unlimited authority in special circumstances.

You never cease to surprise me, Yakov Platonovich.

I would have been happy not to do this, but this is an emergency.

Please don't tell anyone about this paper.

Of course.

Who would want problems with the guard department?

Trust me, my position is even less enviable.

And now excuse me, I must leave you.

How is Anton Andreyevich?

Yakov Platonovich, I'll be honest.

Atropine didn't work.

So, Anton Andreyevich either...

well, you know what I mean.

He either... Excuse me.

If there is any way to save him, Doctor,

please, try it.

Yakov Platonovich, I have just sent a telegram to St. Petersburg

and now I'm waiting for my colleague to reply.

I'm sorry, other patients are waiting.

Yakov Platonovich, do you have any news for me?

The beggar's box has been found.

There was a substantial amount of money in it and--

I know who is going to need this money more than anyone now.

May I?

There was also a photograph.

It has the address of the studio on the back, I'm going there now.

I know her.

This is Lidia Miliutina.

She was the reigning beauty of our gymnasium.

Now, of course, she is a married lady and has children.

Where do they live?

Podolskaya Street, I think. Yes.

But what is the connection between her and Luka the beggar?

I have no idea.

How is your migraine, Lida? Feeling better?

It's completely gone.

That's good to hear.

Vasenka, no slurping, please.

He is slurping because it's so delicious.

Do you like it? The meatball soup.

The new cook is definitely better than the old one.

I have been telling you to fire her for ages

but you were being sentimental.

The soup is excellent indeed.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

It's a little stuffy in here.

I'll go open a window.

Let me through.

What happened here?

She has just fallen out of the window, sir.

Lida...

What have you done?

Why?

Is this your wife, sir?

What is her name?

Lidia Semirechenskaya.

- Take her to the hospital. - Yes, sir.

And her maiden name?

Miliutina.

It feels so good...

It feels so good...

I can finally be with him now.

THE LAST VICTIM

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