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Fractured neck vertebrae.

Episode 22 THE LAST VICTIM

Ma'am, please tell me what happened.

How did you fall out of the window?

Were you pushed?

No.

It was all me.

Why? What was the reason?

The soup...

The meatball soup.

It's like when you throw something in the water...

I don't understand.

Punishment.

For my sin.

The second death.

Her husband is here at the hospital,

I must speak with him immediately.

How is Anton Andreyevich?

Not good.

- Anna Viktorovna, I've never asked you but-- - Don't.

You don't need to ask me, I will do my best.

More camphor.

Give him more camphor!

Open-- open the window...

Polina, I need to talk to you.

Polinochka, listen to me.

Ma'am, I need your blood.

Nurse, please, send for the priest.

Of course, don't worry.

Aleksandr Franzevich, I'm ready.

She was calm, absolutely calm.

And then all of a sudden--

Did she go out to meet anyone today?

No, she went for a walk in the park at noon and came back in an hour.

What about the past few days?

I don't know, I was at work.

You should ask the maid and the cook, but then again,

the cook has been with us only since yesterday.

Your wife replaced the cook?

God, what does it matter?

It may matter a lot if we want to find out why she was murdered.

Let's go.

The spirit of Lidia Miliutina, show yourself to me.

The spirit of Lidia--

Polya?

I have been looking for you.

A priest is with Anton Andreyevich right now.

Who is she?

The second victim.

She jumped out of the window when meatball soup was served.

A time bomb.

He hypnotized some people so that

when seeing a certain object or hearing a certain word,

they would commit a certain act without hesitation...

Suicide.

Or a murder.

You know, I sometimes wake up in cold sweat in the middle of the night, thinking...

What if Krutin planted one of these bombs in me as well?

Don't think about it.

- Anton Andreyevich, he-- - Polya.

It's going to be all right.

Yes, the doctor too said there was hope.

Well, you have to talk to her alone, I'll go now.

I don't know where she's gone off to...

The masters sat down to lunch, and she was baking a cherry pie in the kitchen.

And then, after the mistress--

Please, go on.

I went to the kitchen, and she was gone, I mean the cook.

The brat, taking advantage of our tragedy like that...

She robbed the house.

I'm more than sure that nothing is missing.

I think she had a different goal here.

What goal?

The meatball soup.

Tell me this...

Did Lidia study, practice or perhaps get treated with hypnosis?

No, no, no, why would she do that? She was in excellent health.

She wasn't treated herself, true, but

she took Vasenka to some healer about a month ago.

He gets ill a lot, sir.

What healer, where?

I don't know, she didn't say!

The spirit of Lidia Miliutina, show yourself to me.

The spirit of Lidia Miliutina, show yourself to me.

What happened? Why did you jump out of the window?

Hypnosis.

You said something about a sin and punishment for it.

Mademoiselle Polonskaya?

She's still alive?

Do you remember your mom taking you to the doctor?

Vasenka...

Answer to the gentleman, don't be afraid.

Yes, I remember. He was kind and good.

Could you describe him? What did he look like?

I don't know, he was wearing a mask all the time.

How did he treat you?

He didn't. I slept and he talked to Mom.

Dad, when is Mom coming back?

Poor baby, what's to become of him now...

He already got scared the day before yesterday

when the gift was delivered.

What gift?

She received a gift three days ago...

Lidia Sergeyevna was happy at first,

she thought it was a surprise from her husband.

And when she opened the box, she screamed as if she'd been stabbed!

Vasenka was playing on the rug over there.

He got scared, started crying.

Well, what was the gift?

A handbag.

Mironova! Annushka!

Veronika Matveyevna, good day.

You remember me.

I remember all my girls.

How nice of you to come see me.

You became so pretty, you blossomed!

Are you married?

No.

Well, who needs those boys,

they are insufferable at any age!

Come inside!

Come, come.

I'm sorry, but I'll have to take the handbag.

I don't suppose the sender left an address or enclosed a card.

No, sir, there was nothing.

My dear girl, help yourself to the pastry.

Veronika Matveyevna, I don't have the time at all.

I desperately need your help.

Do you remember Lida Miliutina well?

Of course I do, why wouldn't I?

Lida had some kind of secret.

Please, tell me about it.

Would you like it if I told someone some secret of yours?

But you can't harm Lidia now, she is gone.

But you can save another person's life.

I was nearly dismissed from the gymnasium because of Lidochka.

One day, I stayed too late, working on the class registers.

And when I walked out of the classroom

and was passing by the chemistry lab,

I heard voices from behind the door.

You promise me...

Valentin Viktorovich, what is going on here?!

Well, Veronika Matveyevna...

Mademoiselle Miliutina has been failing chemistry

and I have to tutor her personally.

So it was Mitrofanov?

The chemistry teacher?

Yes. He is the headmaster of the gymnasium now.

I went to him on the following day.

I had no doubt as to what I had witnessed.

But he, of course, assured me I had imagined it.

Then I decided to talk to Lidia.

I had noticed earlier that she looked distressed and subdued.

But she too assured me that Mitrofanov was helping her with the assignments.

But I could tell looking at her

that she was lying and very scared.

So, what did you do?

I wrote to the inspector.

Of course, he ignored it.

But he informed Mitrofanov instead.

And Mitrofanov threatened to get me fired

if I don't keep quiet.

How strange.

I do remember him.

And I thought he was such a kind person.

And then I heard the rumors...

that Lidochka wasn't his only victim.

He picked a favorite almost in every graduating class.

Why didn't they speak out?

My dear...

A grown-up lecherous man

can always bend a young girl to his will

and even convince her that it's her own fault.

And if it comes out, it's always the woman who is disgraced.

I hope this will change soon.

Not in my lifetime.

Oh, gentlemen, good timing.

Look whom I've brought.

I barely managed to talk Andrey Petrovich into coming to see us.

Well, you. Well, us.

You are always welcome. Please, do visit.

It would be my pleasure.

Mr. Rebushinsky.

Greetings, Pyotr Ivanovich.

Mr. Kliuyev, good day.

Good day, Aleksey Yegorovich.

What is the occasion for the champagne?

Do we need a special occasion for that?

Domna. - Yes, sir.

Champagne, my dear, please.

If you allow, Maria Timofeyevna.

I would even insist on it.

You must drink to my success.

What success?

No, let me guess...

Another striking article in Zatonsk Telegraph.

Am I right?

No.

Think bigger, Pyotr Ivanovich.

The first chapter of Maria Timofeyevna's novel

will be published in Herald of Europe next month.

Congratulations.

I can see you're shocked.

Maria Timofeyevna, I--

of course, I have never doubted

that you are a woman of boundless talent.

But it didn't occur to me

that you would soar so high.

Well, let's drink to-- to--

What's the title?

- Passion. - To Passion!

and Disgrace.

and Disgrace!

Won't Anna Viktorovna be joining us?

She is at her hospital, as usual.

She sent a note saying she wouldn't be home until morning.

You see, Andrey Petrovich,

even my niece is working.

Everybody is working, only you and I are doing nothing.

Pyotr Ivanovich and I have had a long discussion today.

Yes.

Are you looking for something to do, gentlemen?

I understand. It's very fashionable these days.

Pyotr Ivanovich, you could publish Maria Timofeyevna's novel.

It will be a hit, I promise.

What's wrong, Pyotr Ivanovich?

A bright idea has just come to me.

I'm afraid I might forget it.

Please, excuse me, I have to write it down.

Yes, this is the same brand. And a similar model.

So... what does it all mean?

It means Lidia Miliutina was probably your Luka's mother.

He kept her photograph as a girl among his possessions.

Some mother, throwing a newborn into the river.

A bit late for second thoughts and self-punishment.

You said it had been a man who threw the handbag into the river.

Yes, most likely, but, again, I only saw the silhouette.

Yakov Platonovich! I went to see Mademoiselle Polonskaya.

She was a schoolmistress at the gymnasium

at the time Lidia was a student.

- I won't keep you any longer, Mr. Linkov. - Yes.

Glad to be of service.

Well, tell me.

When Lidia was in her graduating class,

she was seduced by the chemistry teacher, one Mitrofanov.

The most interesting part is that he is now the headmaster of the girls' gymnasium.

Pieces are falling into place now.

Krutin did not choose his victims randomly.

They are all interconnected.

First he made Luka kill himself,

then his mother.

Mother?

Lidia was Luka's mother.

I have no doubt about it.

After giving birth, she decided to get rid of the infant.

But Luka was found by Linkov,

head of the Zatonsk beggars' guild.

When I was a little girl, I admired Lidia.

She was so beautiful, so slender...

She was afraid that this baby would ruin her life.

You know, Yakov Platonovich...

If Mitrofanov is Luka's father,

he must be the last victim.

Chernyshov!

Yes, sir?

Find the address of the headmaster of the girls' gymnasium, and hurry.

Yes, sir.

Yakov Platonovich, I'm going with you.

Out of the question.

Go back to the hospital, I'll find you there.

Aleksey Yegorovich did well, didn't he?

Never mind Aleksey Yegorovich.

Maria Timofeyevna.

Tell me... your heroine, she is...

a woman who dresses nicely, right?

She uses face powder, perfume...

Of course.

Her sense of style is the envy of all.

There.

What perfume does she wear?

- What perfume? - What perfume.

I didn't think of that.

But it must be French, of course.

What if she adores Dame's Rocket?

- Dame's Rocket? - Dame's Rocket.

Is that the disgrace manufactured by your perfume factory?

Yes.

I mean--

The manager wants to shut it down

but I feel bad about people ending up out on the streets.

But that's not what this is about, Maria Timofeyevna, this is a different thing.

Suppose the heroine of your novel loves Dame's Rocket.

- Never! - Well, hold on.

Not that Dame's Rocket. I mean not this Dame's Rocket.

It's a different one, its formula was bought from the best perfumers.

I don't get it.

I improve Dame's Rocket.

The first batch comes in shops in the days your novel is released.

And the heroine loves Dame's Rocket.

And... what does it mean?

Maria Timofeyevna, it means that

all ladies purchase Dame's Rocket.

My God. You are a genius.

And you get a percentage on each sold bottle.

How do you like that?

I love it.

Henry. Henry, don't slurp.

Henry.

Who are you?!

What is it, why are you in my house?

Shtolman, judicial investigator.

I apologize, but I need to see Mr. Mitrofanov immediately.

He isn't here, he is still at work, in the gymnasium.

- When did he say he'd be home? - By 10.

You stay here in case we miss each other.

Goodbye. - What is this about?

What does this mean?

His life is in danger.

Chernyshov!

Stop frowning. Just listen to me and it's going to be all right.

I'm busy!

Open up, this is the police.

Shtolman, judicial investigator.

To what do I owe this late visit, Mr. Shtolman?

I would like to have a heart-to-heart with you.

You may go, Mademoiselle Belova, but bear in mind that we are not done yet.

- Wait outside the door. - Yes, sir.

Please.

I have just been to your house. You have lovely children.

Especially the girls.

Yes, that's true.

They are the apple of my eye.

If I had a daughter and someone assaulted her virtue, I would

strangle that man with my own hands.

How about you?

So would I.

Can you imagine a more abominable crime?

I'm glad we see eye to eye on these things.

I'm listening.

Do you remember this girl?

Stay where you are, Mr. Shtolman.

I must tell you everything first.

First?

Everything must go according to the plan.

A time bomb.

How strange.

I feel as though it all had happened to me before.

Give me the gun, Mr. Mitrofanov.

But then you will never know what you came here to find out.

You must hear me out.

I'm listening. Put the gun on the desk.

This could kill him.

He is dying anyway.

How much time do we have?

I don't know. I think we have two hours or so.

By the way, are you familiar with Blundell's method?

Only in theory.

Then you will be assisting me.

Aleksandr Franzevich, please, don't do this.

Shtolman is looking for the antidote.

Anna Viktorovna, I am a doctor, I have no right to sit and wait

hoping for a miraculous salvation.

Do you understand?

Then I think we should ask Anton Andreyevich what thinks about it.

You may be right.

Go and ask him.

Of course.

Of course, I recognize Lidochka Miliutina.

You know...

Every woman over 20 already has a faint scent of death about her.

That's why I love the young ones.

I can't help it.

And your position gives you advantage.

What reasonable man wouldn't take it?

But I've always been gentle and patient with them-- - Don't give me that.

You forced them.

Perhaps. Sometimes.

Only a little. But I have always been careful.

I never harmed any of them.

If you know what I mean.

But things turned out different with Lida Miliutina, didn't they?

You're right.

But I didn't abandon her in her predicament.

I arranged it so that she gave birth in secret while I sat in the other room.

Then I told her that the baby was dead.

I put him in the handbag in front of her eyes and took it away.

It was best for everybody.

He looked weak and blueish anyway

and he barely cried.

He was your son.

I admit it did weigh on me at times.

You mentioned my daughters.

Do you think I never woke up in cold sweat

at the thought that some scumbag could do the same thing to them?

I suffered, I was almost sick but

he helped me.

How so?

He said that it wasn't my fault.

That I had no choice.

You know very well it's a lie.

There is always a choice-- between good and evil.

This strange feeling again.

He told me you would say something like this.

But you are wrong and soon you will understand why.

Wait!

You haven't told me everything.

Try to stop me, Mr. Shtolman,

now that you know who I am and what I have done.

Save me and kill your friend.

Here is a choice for you to make!

4...

2...

1...

Sometimes it saves patient's life, sometimes it doesn't.

And we don't know yet what it depends on.

...saves life even in a situation like mine?

Yes.

Well, better a questionable remedy than none at all.

I'll take it.

I will let Aleksandr Franzevich know.

Yakov Platonovich, what do you have?

Mitrofanov is dead. He shot himself.

Doctor! Aleksandr Franzevich!

You must do an autopsy.

Right now!

You see, I don't have the time.

Or rather, Korobeinikov doesn't.

- Please! - Doctor,

Anton Andreyevich's life may depend on it.

I don't think his life can be saved, there's only chance, and it's very tenuous.

So I will do what my duty dictates.

Let the dead bury their dead. I'm sorry.

But please, Yakov Platonovich...

be quiet and please, don't ask me anything.

The spirit of Mitrofanov, show yourself to me.

The spirit of Mitrofanov, I command you, show yourself to me.

You can atone for your sins

and save another man's life.

Yakov Platonovich!

4...

2...

1...

4...

2...

1...

Yakov Platonovich!

Yakov Platonovich!

Are you all right?

Are you?

4, 2, 1.

Do these numbers mean anything to you?

This is what Mitrofanov a second before he fired his gun.

But what do these numbers mean?

Damn it!

The chemistry lab. There, on the second floor...

of the girls' gymnasium.

4 is the cabinet number, 2 is the shelf number

1 is-- is the row.

Hurry, Yakov Platonovich.

Hurry up.

There's the laboratory.

It has a solid door, covered with iron sheets on the other side.

Good thing too, with all the chemicals in there

Come on, unlock it, hurry!

Thank you.

Is this some kind of joke?

Healthy blood will replace the infected blood,

and you will surely recover, Anton Andreyevich.

That is, unless hemolysis happens

and the donor blood coagulates.

In that case-- - I got it, Doctor.

But there is no danger for Pelageia Ivanovna, is there?

None at all.

Aleksandr Franzevich!

Anna Viktorovna, good thing you came, come in, you'll be assisting

with the hemotransfusion. - Please, wait.

Please, wait a little longer.

Anna Viktorovna, please understand that we have no time left.

I'm begging you. Give him just a quarter of an hour.

Open the door right now!

You proved a formidable opponent, Mr. Shtolman.

We have played a good game.

I know who you are.

Why did you start all this?

Out of boredom.

Open it! Open the door!

You want me.

Korobeinikov has nothing to do with this, he shouldn't die.

But you did let poor Mitrofanov die.

Poor Mitrofanov?

He molested innocent girls, he drowned his own baby!

Everyone is guilty of something.

Luka the beggar wanted to kill his unborn child,

Lidia ruined her son's life out of fear.

Oh, if only one of them had made the right choice.

Who are you to judge everyone?!

Open the door!

You are just like me, Mr. Shtolman.

You pretend you serve the law and justice

while in fact you follow your biases.

Open the door!

Aren't you hiding anything?

Is there nothing you could confess?

Believe me, death is the best thing that can happen to any of us.

But you still have a chance to save Mr. Korobeinikov.

Goodbye and remember... - Wait!

- ...I'm always around. - Wait, we haven't finished!

What is it you want?

No!

Don't make me resort to force.

Aleksandr Franzevich, I have never argued with you.

But now I'm begging you-- - Wait!

Here is the antidote.

Yakov Platonovich!

Anna Viktorovna, know that from this moment

you are the one responsible for Anton Andreyevich's life.

A suicide? But how?

Why?

You were there.

You could have stopped him.

Sadly, I didn't get the chance. Your husband grabbed the revolver and--

Ma'am, did your husband go to see some healer in St. Petersburg?

Yes. Last year.

He had a nervous depression

and was successfully cured with hypnosis.

Why are you asking me this?

There were several bizarre suicides last year

among the people treated by hypnosis.

How did you know that my husband had been treated with it?

He didn't tell anyone but me.

If it had become known that he suffered from a nervous illness,

his reputation could be damaged.

His name was found in the records of a doctor in St. Petersburg.

Oh god...

Nothing is sacred to those doctors.

Have you arrested him?

Not yet, but the police in St. Petersburg are after him.

So, no one will be held accountable for my husband's death? But it isn't fair!

He was... such a wonderful man.

I share your indignation.

Please accept my condolences.

- Ivan Yevgenyevich. - Aleksandr Franzevich.

Good to see you.

I've been meaning to ask you how you have settled in in the your place.

Thank you. It's a nice little apartment.

But I didn't sleep well. The bed bugs were killing me.

Well, what did you expect? Bed bugs are fundamentally Russian.

Can't have Russia without bed bugs.

It's fine, I'll exterminate them.

My dear man, I think I will bet on the bed bugs.

What a huge pile of money!

I have never held so much money in my life.

This will be enough for a few years of comfortable life.

If you don't blow through it all at once, of course.

What happens after? I'm not trained to do anything.

You're young. You can learn a trade.

With this kind of money, I can even go back to my village.

Suitors will line up too.

They won't care if I'm knocked up.

Or that, yes.

But please, pick someone kind.

Someone who won't hurt your baby.

Thank you so much, Miss,

for talking sense into me too, I won't forget it.

Thank you, thank you so much.

No.

I can't.

Why would I want to breed poverty?

What good will my baby see in life?

He'll be slaving on someone else's land in the country or breaking his back at the factory...

And he'll drink himself to death in the end anyway.

Natasha, don't say that. Listen to me.

I can feel how fast the world is changing.

You can't even begin to imagine what kind of life we'll have in ten, in five years!

Life will be completely different.

Only who knows if it will be better than the old one.

Don't be sad, Yakov Platonovich.

We will surely catch your villain, just wait and see.

There are two of us now.

As Plautus said, one person cannot know everything.

I must say, however, that even deathbed has its good moments.

- Like what? - Anton Andreyevich!

You gave me quite a scare, good man.

You had me worried.

- Yakov Platonovich, good day. - Good day, Nikolai Vasilievich.

Well, those oysters, right?

- Oysters... - Yes, yes.

Oysters... I didn't think you were so fond of them.

Nor did I. And yet...

Some devil possessed me to try this outlandish wonder.

How did they even get here to Zatonsk?

Simplex cibum est saluberrimum, as they say.

I mean, simple food is the healthiest.

Yakov Platonovich.

I would like to see the report of yesterday's incident.

Give me some time and it will be ready by tomorrow morning.

Sure, sure.

Still, do you see any connection between that gluttonous beggar

and the suicides of Madame Miliutina and the headmaster of the gymnasium?

None at all. I'm sorry for making the officers run around for nothing.

It's fine, it will do them good.

If you excuse me, I am so exhausted I can barely stand.

Of course, go, rest.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

You were right after all, Anton Andreyevich,

when you said in the spring

that Shtolman had arrived in Zatonsk for a reason.

Really? Did you find out something?

He showed me the paper himself.

He has extraordinary authority.

The kind of authority people on special assignments get.

Who is he looking for in our Zatonsk?

Could it be that there is an enemy of the state lurking under my nose?

No way. Nikolai Vasilievich,

if there were one, you would already know, trust me.

Yes, that's what I'm worried about.

That something like this is going right under my nose

and I don't know anything.

The comedy continues.

Consolamentum...

Consolamentum...

THE LAST VICTIM

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