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ONE YEAR AGO

Should she hear that you cheated on her...

will she agree to the divorce?

You don't know her very well, Kostia.

Besides, should I lie? Pretend?

Disgrace both myself and her?

But what do we do?

Trust me, it's her happiness I'm thinking of, not my own.

Yes.

You are right.

She won't be happy with me anymore.

Don't worry about anything.

I know what to do.

Everything will be resolved in the best way possible.

Farewell.

Daria Ilyinichna,

I know this is quite an ordeal but,

sadly, I have to subject you to it.

Please, begin.

Are you ready?

Oh God...

It's because of me... It's all my fault!

Dasha, what are you saying!

He was such a wonderful man...

and I never understood him!

Ma'am, do you confirm this is your husband Nikolai Firsanov?

Episode 25 THE LIVING CORPSE

Mr. Klimov?

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry, Mr. Shtolman.

It was too much of a risk to wait for you by the door,

I had to break in.

I have come for your report, I hope it is ready.

Yes, of course.

Is there something else?

Yes.

St. Petersburg is very unhappy about

you losing such a dangerous criminal in such an embarrassing way.

I'm sorry, but I have been told to relay this to you word for word.

I understand, go on.

The department is beginning to regret having chosen you for this mission.

Thank you.

Is that all?

I have also been told to pass on to you that

your wife's situation is hopeless.

Goodbye.

Miss, I made crepes for you.

You should eat something,

you haven't eaten in three days.

You can't go on like this, Anna Viktorovna.

Open the door.

Well?

Maria Timofeyevna...

Anya...

My darling girl...

Open the door, I beg you.

You're going to kill yourself like this!

Anechka!

Well, here it is!

I don't understand how you could ignore such important facts.

May I, Your Grace?

I humbly beg your pardon but

the report has it absolutely correctly:

the corpse-- that is, your brother's dead body...

According to the document,

Mr. Firsanov left his clothes on the bank

together with the suicide note and his pectoral cross.

And his wedding ring? Where did it go?

I suppose your brother was in such a state of mind...

he could have lost it.

Or it could have been washed away by the current.

Stop with this gibberish, Mr. Tregubov.

A body swells up in the water, you should know that.

Also, my brother never took off his wedding ring.

He treasured his marriage,

although perhaps he shouldn't have.

It wasn't his body. - Excuse me.

His widow identified him.

I wonder how she was able to do it.

The body had been in the water for two weeks and was swollen beyond recognition,

and there were no clothes on it.

I demand exhumation and reinvestigation.

This is impossible, it has been more than a year.

I knew you would say that.

Please, read this.

A petition...

to His Majesty...

but...

should all this be reported to his Majesty?

Now, this is up to you, Mr. Tregubov.

My brother could not have killed himself, I know this for a fact.

And if you don't want to lose your job,

conduct a new investigation.

And do it with due diligence, not half-heartedly.

Countess.

Come, sit.

Thank you, but I have to go.

But today is Saturday.

I need to go home.

Oh. So this isn't home.

Liza, please, don't pick on words.

All right.

Then, I hope, you'll talk to your wife about the divorce.

Look, now is a really bad time for this.

It's always a bad time with you.

Liza, you know very well what happened.

You know very well in what state my daughter and my ex-wife are right now.

You have to understand that if I start the divorce proceedings now,

it will be an even worse blow to Anna's reputation.

Her reputation is beyond saving.

You should think about me instead.

Don't you dare speak of my daughter like this.

Good morning, Nikolai Vasilievich.

Greetings, Anton Andreyevich.

I think this may be the end of my career.

Perhaps the end of yours as well.

Do you remember the case of Nikolai Firsanov's suicide?

Well... not much to remember there.

The one from a year ago?

Classic suicide.

She thinks it wasn't.

- A relative? - His sister.

I see.

Countess Gorina.

She was living abroad a year ago.

Her husband is the Russian envoy to Rome.

And now she came here,

demands we reinvestigate the case of her brother's death.

- That's ridiculous. - Right...

He even left a farewell note.

Anton Andreyevich...

we have to have Firsanov's body exhumated

and conduct a new investigation.

I don't see much use of that.

He's been in the ground a year, there's nothing left of him by now.

Dig, Anton Andreyevich,

dig, otherwise... heads will roll!

By the way, what have you heard about the duel?

Time? Place? Seconds?

I know nothing about that.

You realize we cannot allow it, don't you?

Let me tell you something:

if Mr. Kliuyev hadn't beaten me to it, I myself would have challenged--

What?!

What are you saying?!

What on earth are you saying?!

You are an officer of the law!

And duels are against the law!

You have no right to encourage this!

I'm sorry, I forgot myself.

Too right! "I forgot myself."

Now listen to me. Immediately get Firsanov's case from the archive

and get to work!

And you can't conduct exhumation without the judicial investigator,

so get Yakov Platonovich involved.

Excuse me, sir,

but I don't want to have any dealings with this two-faced man.

I don't care if you do or don't,

Mr. Head of Investigations Department!

This is your job!

Yes, sir.

Exactly. "Yes, sir".

And I want your reports on the progress.

Any questions?

No, sir.

You think this is funny?

Do you?

Next week--

I have arranged everything, but--

Andrey Petrovich--

She won't open the door for anybody.

It's quiet as a grave inside.

I don't know what to do.

Masha, explain this to me.

I don't understand how, how you allowed this scoundrel into this house!

I see.

You want to find somebody to blame

and you decided to assign this role to me?

But you should look at yourself first.

Hadn't you left home, this wouldn't have happened.

I admit it. I admit, I am also at fault.

Oh, you admit it. How noble of you.

Masha...

Let's talk calmly.

We have nothing to talk about.

Well, nothing it is.

Darling, please, open the door.

Sweetheart.

- Dad... - My darling girl...

Daddy...

Just please, don't say anything...

Hush, hush...

I won't. I won't.

What do you want, Anton Andreyevich?

I want to never see you again.

- What are these? - The Firsanov case files.

I see he drowned himself a year ago, I wasn't in town then,

so tell me about it, be so kind.

Of course, I will gladly tell you everything, since you deigned to come back to us.

Clothes and farewell note were found on the bank, a dead body was fished out two weeks later

and identified as Nikolai Firsanov, a nobleman of 35.

My life has become unbearable.

I am leaving it of my own volition.

No one is to be held responsible for my death.

The investigation in my person established that the note was definitely written by the deceased.

He was buried outside the cemetery gate, as is customary for suicides.

So why is the case being reinvestigated?

His elder sister is convinced that her brother couldn't have killed himself.

Does she have a reason to think so?

She noticed that there was no wedding ring on the corpse

and now she demands exhumation and reinvestigation.

She has powerful connections at court, and Nikolai Vasilievich couldn't say no to her.

According to the doctor's report, the body had been in the water over two weeks.

It's possible that the widow misidentified him.

I hope to see you at the cemetery

at three o'clock, Mr. judicial investigator.

It won't be easy to be apart from you but

should you still want to go to Paris...

Dad, I can't think about it now.

I understand, I do.

I still can't believe it.

What did I do?

I feel like this is a bad dream and I have to wake up.

I know you loved him, you loved him with all your heart but

he turned out to be a dishonorable man-- - Daddy, please, don't.

He should have just killed me...

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.

Anton Andreyevich, we should start.

Get to it.

What a barbaric custom, burying suicide victims outside the gate.

Well, dead men don't care.

You shouldn't ascribe your indifference to other people.

Doctor, you knew Firsanov and his family well, didn't you?

Yes, I knew the late Nikolai Aleksandrovich.

What can I say? He was suffering from melancholy,

he drank a lot, so personally

I'm not surprised by this suicide at all.

I for one am always astounded by such actions.

Firsanov was a well-educated, rich man...

with a charming wife... He should have been thankful.

But he went and drowned himself.

Why do Russians like suffering so much?

That's the mysterious, incomprehensible Russian soul for you.

I believe our harsh climate is to blame.

Climate has nothing to do with it.

If Firsanov decided to drown himself, he had a more substantial reason.

Did he now?

Doctor, may I have a word with you?

Yes, of course.

Tell me more about Firsanov's illness.

Let's go together, shall we?

To hell with everything,

let's go together to Italy or Greece... Why not?

We'll walk around the ruins,

go to museums, eat in taverns...

Oh, Dad. I'll think about it.

Just remember...

Remember that you are not alone.

You can always send for me, always, any time. Whenever you want.

- Dad-- - Promise?

Don't go.

I'm sorry if this is a bad time.

Oh no, I'm so glad to have a distraction at least for a while.

Oh, poor Anna Viktorovna...

I hope Mr. Kliuyev will avenge her.

Aleksey Yegorovich, you always know everything.

Tell me when the duel will take place.

Believe me, dearest Maria Timofeyevna, I still know nothing.

There are many rumors going around town, one more ridiculous than the next.

And nobody knows anything for sure.

But how is it possible?

It's not surprising, if you think about it.

Civilian duels are prohibited by law, as you must know.

And the glove was thrown down in public, in the presence of the chief of police himself,

so the police will be doing their best not to let the duel happen.

If I were a second, I'd be tight as a clam myself.

Are you a second?

Me? No, how could I?

On no account.

Thank you, thank you.

Well, I never.

As I understand, Doctor, the late Firsanov had both his eyes?

Without any doubt.

So, this isn't Firsanov?

You are incredibly astute as ever, Anton Andreyevich.

Save your compliments for your wife, Yakov Platonovich.

Gentlemen, this is unbelievable.

Look.

Master's brand?

Anton Andreyevich, this is no ordinary master,

this is Alfred Gluck himself!

He is the only one in all of the Russian Empire.

His prosthetic eyes are extremely expensive,

because they are impossible to tell from real eyes.

In all likelihood, he lives in St. Petersburg.

Yes, this is very fortunate, Doctor, you are right.

I hope this master can help us identify this man--

We will identify him.

- Only this is very strange. - What is?

That Countess Gorina turned out to be right.

It wasn't her brother in the grave.

Goodbye.

How can I help you, sir?

My name is Ivan Skriabin.

I want to see Anna Viktorovna.

Young Miss is not receiving callers, she is unwell.

Where do you think you're going?! I told you Anna Viktorovna wasn't receiving!

Sir! - Where is her room?

I will break into every door in this house. Well?!

Upstairs...

Anna Viktorovna.

Ivan Yevgenyevich?

Aren't you tired of staring at four walls?

What do you care?

I don't.

The hospital is understaffed.

People can't wait, they need to be treated.

And you're just lying here, playing poor Liza*, aren't you ashamed of yourself? (*protagonist of N. Karamzin's short novel)

When I first met you, I thought,

here's another young lady,

who'd read too many novels and decided she could do a man's job.

Then I started watching you and I thought, no, this woman is special,

she has more willpower than most men.

But now?

Now I see that the first impression is always the right one.

You are no doctor.

You are an ordinary, banal damsel,

whose priority is romantic drama.

All you can do is stick to a husband,

and push out as many babies as possible!

You're right.

There's no place for me in medicine.

Or in life.

Well, if you really are set on suicide,

I strongly recommend shooting yourself in the mouth,

like this, pointing slightly upward.

Other methods are inefficient.

You could be saved

and become a cripple for life and, God forbid, a lunatic.

Spare your family. Goodbye!

He has a dent in his skull, it could be the cause of death.

- A dent? - Yes. Take a look.

Here it is, see, it's quite deep.

This is definitely not from falling.

There was a blow.

A fall leaves completely different marks.

He was hit on the head and thrown in the water.

And they had undressed him to hinder identification.

Horrendous.

Murder? - I believe so, yes.

Absolutely definitely.

Well, Nikolai Vasilievich will be ecstatic. This is the last thing he needs right now.

Thank you, Doctor. Have a nice day!

All the best.

This is where he was fished out of the water, sir.

He was all swollen and green... Awful.

And here is where his clothes were

and the note, too.

Is that sandbank long?

Long enough.

I wonder why he decided to drown himself here instead of finding a deeper spot.

Maybe he didn't know.

And you can drown yourself in a barrel if you really want to.

That's true.

What a fine state of affairs...

So, another man was indeed buried instead of Firsanov.

Yes, we made a mistake.

Mistake...

They will skin us alive for a mistake like this one.

Errare humanum est--to err is human.

And who wouldn't have been mistaken in this situation? The widow identified the body.

Nobody looked under his eyelids.

By the way, I was able to find out that Firsanov's widow

married his best friend a mere three months after her husband's funeral.

Don't you find this suspicious?

Good day, gentlemen.

Nikolai Vasilievich, have you been informed of the exhumation results?

- Of course, I have reported everything. - Yes, yes.

If you don't mind, I would like to go to St. Petersburg immediately

and speak to Master Gluck.

It's an expensive thing, not just anyone can afford such a prosthesis.

Considering that the deceased lived in Zatonsk,

I think it won't be difficult to establish his identity.

This is an excellent idea, Yakov Platonovich, an excellent idea.

Hurry, set out right away, Yakov Platonovich.

Find out everything,

question this master properly, slowly and thoroughly.

We don't want to be hasty with this case.

I have some other business in the capital too, I'd stay a couple more days, if you don't mind.

Stay as long as you want, Yakov Platonovich,

we can manage without you here.

Perhaps you should take a vacation?

Go to the seaside.

Or to the springs.

It's the peak of the season now in Kislovodsk.

Thank you, but now is certainly not a good time for vacation for me.

Well, this is a blessing in disguise.

At least some delay.

Anton Andreyevich, you spent almost entire day with him yesterday, didn't you?

I had to.

Did he speak to anyone?

Received any messages?

What messages...

He spoke only to Dr. Milz.

Of course...

The doctor.

Can't do without a doctor in this affair.

You came after all.

Wash your hands, you're assisting me.

Mironov... Pyotr Ivanovich.

Nikolai Vasilievich. Good day.

Purchased a book, have you? May I take a look?

Russian Symbolists. Are you interested in poetry?

No, I bought it for my niece, to distract her somehow.

Good idea.

Nothing cures heartache better than good poetry.

One thing I bitterly mourn

Is the days of the past,

The days of delightful debauchery

And wild love.* (*Valery Brusov)

Then again, this is too sad.

Yes. ...I see you are a connoisseur of poetry.

I dabbled when I was young,

but I failed as a poet,

so my life is nothing but prose now.

Tell me...

You're friendly with Mr. Kliuyev, aren't you?

Mr. Kliuyev and I are friends.

Please, persuade him to withdraw his challenge.

This duel can't be allowed to happen. There will be a scandal.

Well, a scandal has already taken place.

And that is enough.

They might kill each other.

You are right.

So, you will talk to him?

You're right, I should get something else, something more cheerful.

Indeed, I should get Prutkov... I'll get Prutkov!

Yes, but will you talk to Kliuyev?

Don't worry, he's already thinking about reconciliation.

From your mouth to God's ear.

He'll live.

What do you want from me?

Who are you?

Anna?

What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?

I just can't do this anymore,

I want them to leave me alone.

Who are they? There's no one here.

Spirits.

You are a grown, educated woman.

Are you seriously telling me you can see ghosts?

Ivan Yevgenyevich, please,

you may think whatever you want.

Give me some water.

I know you have been under a lot of stress lately

and probably haven't slept much.

No wonder you're imagining things now.

Well, Nikolai Vasilievich, you are in excellent health,

your heart works perfectly,

you'll live a thousand years.

But you should try to avoid stress.

How can I avoid stress with my job?

My job is a bundle of nerves,

something happens every day.

People steal, people get drunk and stab other people,

people challenge other people to duels.

Yes, the duel is... very regrettable.

Perhaps you know

the place of the duel, or the day and time?

How would I know that? I'm a doctor,

I must treat the sick, not kill the healthy.

But I do know that a doctor

has to be present at a duel.

I'm not the only doctor in town.

Oh, Doctor, Doctor...

Anna Viktorovna, good morning.

Good morning, sorry if I have disturbed you.

- Good to see you in good health. - Thank you.

Well, Doctor, see you.

See you soon.

A bundle of nerves.

Anna Viktorovna, I'm happy you are with us again.

Thank you, Doctor.

Did anybody with one eye die while I was absent?

Indeed, a dead body was exhumated yesterday, and

there was a prosthesis in one eye socket.

This man died about a year ago, or rather, he was murdered.

Do they already know who he was when he was alive?

I'm sorry, you were saying?

Who was he when he was alive?

No, it's a job for the police,

and I'm sure the police will find out everything.

ST. PETERSBURG

Yes, this is my handiwork.

A right eye, made last year.

Note how well-preserved it is.

It stayed buried in a grave a whole year and it still looks brand new!

Do you remember the person you made this prosthesis for?

He may be from Zatonsk or somewhere around those parts.

That I don't remember.

Stupid old head.

But, fortunately for you, I keep

meticulous records.

- Let's call it my lucky day. - Indeed.

There you go.

Right. The year 1893.

I don't understand.

What is it?

How could I... how could I forget?

Zatonsk, you say?

Yes.

But of course!

Of course. I had even two customers from Zatonsk last year.

And both ordered a prosthetic right eye.

What an astonishing coincidence.

Tell me about it. So, what are their names?

Sure, sure...

Good morning, my angel, good morning.

How are you feeling?

I think I have been asked this question this past week more often than in my whole life.

It's not surprising,

we are all worried about you.

You know what I realized as I got older...

One very important thing.

No one in the world is worth our tears,

no one. And those who are will never make us cry.

That's it.

Fine arts, so bright and early?

Do you think a painter can be one-eyed?

You know...

I saw an acrobat at the circus once.

He was a nimble bastard

and he had only one leg, so anything is possible.

Anything is possible.

Why are you asking?

A spirit came to me.

He had an eye missing,

and his clothes were stained with paint.

So I thought he might be a painter.

One eye missing?

One-eyed? - Wearing an eye patch.

ST. PETERSBURG

Here, Mr. Shtolman.

Your will is ready.

Please, read it carefully.

I have never drawn such an important document in such a rush.

May I ask what happened?

Are you by any chance ill?

Thank you, I am in perfect health.

Then what's the rush?

I just decided to get my documents in order.

Where do I sign?

Right here.

Anton Andreyevich?

Good day, Daria Ilyinichna.

I knew you would come.

I'm sorry to have to bother you again.

It's all right, I'm willing to answer your questions again.

I'm sorry, I can't recover ever since I found out it wasn't Nikolai in the grave.

I understand you perfectly well and

I'm sorry I have to bother you in your condition

What is it, boy, what?

You know, he is still waiting for Kolya.

Please, come in. - Thank you.

But new facts have come to light and now I have to question you again.

What new facts?

This is about you marrying Mr. Avdeyev so hastily.

You married him... what? two or three months after your first husband died.

- Three... - Well, there you have it.

So, it's logical to assume that

you started this relationship while your husband was still alive,

therefore, you both had a motive.

In other words, you both could have wanted him dead.

- My God, no! - Yes.

I swear to you!

While my husband was alive, my relationship with Kostia was absolutely innocent.

Anton Andreyevich, I believe in the sanctity of marriage!

I could never cheat on my husband.

But you didn't love him, did you?

Dasha?

What is going on here?

Sweetheart, calm down,

it may be dangerous in your condition.

Get up, get up...

I have to take her out of the room, I hope you won't mind.

No, I won't.

However, I have a few questions for you as well.

I'll be at your disposal in a minute.

By the light of the moon, My friend Pierrot,

Lend me your quill To write a word.

My candle is dead, I have no light left.

Open your door for me For the love of God.

My friend Pierrot--

Maybe it's enough for now?

You'll get a stomachache.

Nah, I'm strong.

Of course, no doubt about that.

Why didn't you come so long?

Work.

Tell me how you've been here. Do you like it?

Yeah, only it's boring.

Boring?

You don't like studying?

I do. It's just I know everything already.

When is Mom coming?

That I don't know, Volodya.

What about you? Will you come again soon?

I'll try, but I can't promise.

Look...

Whatever happens, you should know that

your mom loves you very much.

Really?

Honestly.

I would thank you, Anton Andreyevich,

not to bother my wife again.

She is expecting, you must understand.

The news that it wasn't Nikolai in the grave was a horrible blow to her as it is.

You said in your statement a year ago that

you had met with him the day before he killed himself.

What did you talk about?

I told you everything already.

Do answer me. What did you talk about with Firsanov?

I asked him to quit drinking and gambling.

I asked him to find a good doctor for mental illnesses--

And I think you talked about Daria Ilyinichna and your feelings for her!

Perhaps you told him everything or he guessed himself.

I don't understand. What are you getting at?

You acted out of self-interest and drove your friend to suicide.

Very well.

I'll tell you how it was.

And then it's up to you

whether you should believe me or not.

THE LIVING CORPSE

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