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Episode 27 BACCARAT
Are you the owner?
Parfen Kokoulin, at your service.
Who are these people?
Corps Intendant Nelidov, from St. Petersburg,
his fellow officer, Midshipman Zalivukhin,
Svetlov, a local landowner.
When did they arrive?
Yesterday evening.
The room is in Nelidov's name.
The two dirks I get...
But where did the stationery knife come from?
We have one in every room...
to cut paper. It was here.
It's not the murder weapon, is it?
Why do you sound surprised?
Well, I had these knives blunted.
Blunted?
For this exact reason!
We get all kinds of guests here at Mon Plaisir, you know...
Some drink without measure,
others drag their mistresses around by the hair...
So I had this done, just to be safe.
But this one is sharp, can't you see?
How can you explain it?
God knows.
Maybe one of the new waiters did this...
Or one of the guests.
Oh, this is Terentiy, sir. He attends to this room.
I'm sorry if what I told you made you sad.
Nothing can make me sad anymore, Andrey Petrovich.
But I am grateful to you for defending my honor at the risk of your life.
Anna.
I'm going away abroad very soon.
Let's go together.
We will travel as good friends, as brother and sister,
I won't ask for more unless,
of course, you change your mind.
Andrey Petrovich...
Do you want to obliterate the shreds of my honor in the public eye?
You should go away until the gossip dies down.
Thank you. I promise I'll think about it.
How are you feeling?
Thank you, much better now.
Do you want me to change the dressing?
I won't let you become my nurse.
Well, in that case, I should go, I am needed at the hospital.
But you will come back, won't you?
I will come back if you forget your prejudice
and allow me to look after you.
They last asked for wine sometime after three,
and then a lady came.
A lady?
She said she was Mr. Zalivukhin's wife.
Did she stay long?
They didn't let her in.
Told me to lock the door.
There was much shouting and scandal. But they still didn't let her in.
Why not?
I don't know.
Only I think they all fell asleep after that.
What makes you think that?
Well, it's obvious-- they didn't ask for more wine.
Right...
Didn't ask for more wine...
Those were some high bets.
300 roubles in the pot.
Where is the money?
How would I know about the money, sir?
300 roubles!
When I last brought wine after three,
the money was right here on the table.
I swear to God, sir!
- Good morning, Aleksandr Franzevich. - Yakov Platonovich.
This is a surprise.
Who allowed you to get up?
I heard about the murder and I thought
it was time for me to get back to my duties.
Aren't you rushing it, my good man?
I can't stay at home any longer.
Yakov Platonovich, my dear man, to be honest, I can't imagine how you even survived.
The bullet missed your liver by a millimeter.
How are you feeling, by the way?
Thank you. Much better than these gentlemen.
Were you able to determine the cause of their death?
One was killed with a stab of a stationery knife in the throat.
He'd been taken away right before you came.
This one was stabbed with a dirk right in the liver.
And that one with a knife through the heart.
This is like the massacre of Saint Bartholomew's Day.
Tell me about it...
By the way, all three were dead drunk and didn't fight back at all.
Do you believe they could stab one another?
I doubt it.
The thing is, there were three murder weapons found on the floor.
And, interestingly,
all three were stabbed from the left.
A left-handed murderer?
I think so.
Anna Viktorovna.
Renovation cost estimates...
200 roubles.
Right.
There's blood on the money.
The blood is fresh, the bills are wet.
Tried to wash it away, did you?
Sir... I swear upon my honor--
Who else has a key to this safe?
Well... my son Ignat does.
I only have two keys.
Where is your son?
Anna Viktorovna, what do you think is the difference
between medicine and other sciences?
Oh, Ivan Yevgenyevich, I have no intention to solve your riddles today.
Its achievements are based mostly on unfortunate experience.
You have just scrubbed your hands with carbolic.
And it wasn't that long ago that doctors didn't wash their hands at all.
And their patients often died
from fever.
But then one Hungarian doctor--
Ignaz Semmelweis,
came up with the idea of washing hands with chlorinated lime solutions.
And, notably, maternal mortality rate decreased dramatically.
Although all his colleagues turned on him,
and his life came to a sad end in an asylum.
Those who want to change something in this world
often have to pay a high price for it.
Ivan Yevgenyevich.
I would like to thank you
for pesuading me to come back to the hospital.
You're welcome.
You may become a very good doctor,
if you get all those unnecessary things out of your head.
What do you want from me?
Who are you talking to, Anna Viktorovna?
What's wrong?
This again?
Right, now tell me more about all this
as to a doctor.
Get up, please!
What... Who are you?
Police of Zatonsk, Head of the Investigations Department.
Where were you last night?
At a lady friend's.
All right. When did you come back?
I don't remember. Around five in the morning.
Right.
And where is the key to the safe?
So, you're saying you started having these hallucinations when you were a child...
That is good.
It means we can rule out organic damage of the brain.
Otherwise you would have gone insane and died a long time ago.
These are not hallucinations.
I know this is hard to believe.
Anna Viktorovna...
I'm sorry, but I am a practical man,
and I just don't believe in all this mysticism.
If you are physically healthy,
then all your visions are caused by nothing but excessive nervous tension
and impressionability.
Sodium bromide.
What for?
It will help your nerves and calm you before you go to sleep.
Start taking it tonight.
Then we'll see.
There's blood on these.
How did it get here?
I don't know.
Ignat...
No! No, Father...
I see.
I swear I didn't kill those three, I swear to God!
Then how do you know that there were three victims?
I'll tell you.
I'm going to tell you everything.
I only took the money, honestly.
The dead don't need it.
Why did you need it?
Ah, so you stole money from my safe
and then decided to replace it with someone else's?!
My sin, Father, I'm sorry.
You've been buying trinkets and cakes for that Avdotia of yours again, haven't you?
I found a house for us!
I paid the deposit... I want to marry her!
Marriage will have to wait.
First you'll do time for triple murder.
I didn't murder them, sir!
Oh, Yakov Platonovich, you're already up and about.
As you see, Anton Andreyevich, my legs still can walk.
Dr. Milz brought me up to date.
Who is he?
Ignat Kokoulin, the owner's son.
I have every reason to believe he is the murderer.
He isn't.
What makes you so sure?
He is right-handed.
The officers were stabbed from the left.
By a left-handed person.
So Ignat is innocent!
What do you mean, innocent?
Who stole the money?
Well, I won't press charges against him.
It's a family matter.
It's up to court to decide whether it's a family matter or not.
He'll be held liable to the fullest extent of the law
for the theft from the hotel room.
Put simply, for stealing. Take him away.
Easy, easy, easy...
How about here?
Breathe, breathe, look at me, breathe...
What do you have here?
Transverse presentation, possible uterine rupture.
- Get the operating room ready immediately. - Yes.
I don't understand what difference it makes which of them first grabbed the weapon.
If Kokoulin didn't murder them
and there was nobody else in the room,
then they just slaughtered one another.
Any one of them could have started the fight.
But Nelidov could have been the first to strike. Couldn't he?
I don't understand what you're trying to ascertain.
I want to determine
if they all could have attacked and stabbed one another simultaneously.
Maybe hypnosis is to blame here?
That Krutin of yours.
Although, as far as I know, he escaped.
I believe he is still in Zatonsk.
These murders resemble his style.
I ask you to interview the victims' families with me.
Two of them lived in Zatonsk.
Yes, Svetlov lived here, and Zalivukhin visited his family.
However, if you don't mind,
I'd prefer to go to one place, while you visit the other.
I think it's not hard to guess
that I am not in the least delighted to be in your company.
As you wish.
I suppose you're upset that I didn't die.
I'm sorry to have disappointed you.
Time of death 8:12.
Go... go.
There is no point.
What about the baby? It lives.
Why did that woman have to suffer so much?
You heard her, her inhuman agony...
And for what?
The baby is alive but it took the mother's life, why?
What is the point of it all?
- Thank you, ma'am. - Have a nice day.
Anton Andreyevich!
I'm glad to see you.
Why haven't you come by for so long?
I'm sorry, Pelageia Ivanovna.
Cares, concerns, worries... in other words, work.
You used to make time, but now you seem to be avoiding me.
Pelageia Ivanovna, I think that...
I shouldn't visit you anymore.
To stop torturing myself and not to put you in an awkward position.
I don't know if you remember but I...
told you that I loved you,
and you responded by-- - Kissing you.
Of course, I remember.
One question has been haunting me ever since.
Did you do it only because I was dying
and you didn't want to distress me by rejecting me or--
No.
I kissed you because I had wanted to do so for a long time.
You mean, I may dare hope...
This isn't a joke?
You hold yourself in too low esteem, Anton Andreyevich.
Why would I not love you?
However...
when you hear what I want to tell you, you'll reject me yourself.
No, no, what are you saying...
I know enough about you. - Not everything.
I had to lie to you.
There were no gatherings and no arrest.
You didn't know of Mr. Shtolman's assignment back then
and I had to tell you a lie.
You know about his mission?
In St. Petersburg, I was an assistant of that man, Krutin,
although God only knows his real name.
And I arrived in Zatonsk to help
Yakov Platonovich identify him.
But nobody has seen his face.
Yes, it's true.
But I know his distinguishing marks.
He bent me to his will, I wasn't just his assistant,
I was his concubine.
Who am I to judge you?
No!
All right...
What gives you the right to keep coming to me at night?!
Have you all lost your mind, are there no other mediums in Zatonsk?!
I-- I'm so sick of you!
I'm a doctor!
Can't I have a good night's sleep for a change?!
There are patients waiting for me in the morning!
What gives you the right to come to my room at night?!
Go away! I don't want to talk to you!
I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to...
Ma'am, I appreciate your situation but
unfortunately, I have to ask these questions.
It became known to me that you were at Mon Plaisir on the night of the murder.
I was. But my husband refused to see me.
I should have insisted, made him see me...
Perhaps he would be alive right now.
Why did you go there in the first place?
Did you know about the game?
My husband wrote to me that he would come home on Friday.
But a friend of his, Aliabin, saw him by chance on Thursday.
He told me.
And I knew it right away.
What kind of person was he, your husband?
Could he start a fight?
No, no, he couldn't, I'm sure of it.
Ivan... he gambled, blowing all his money,
he drank and lied to me,
but he couldn't kill a man.
Maybe it was Svetlov?
He had had a nervous distress for a long time.
It's not my nephew's fault.
It was Nelidov who started the brawl.
What makes you so sure?
I have seen him twice.
He was a brutal man, brutal!
What can you say about Mr. Zalivukhin?
That one was weak, such a doormat.
Always did as he was told.
Your nephew retired six months ago.
Wasn't he a little too young for that?
Allow me to not comment on that.
This is important for the investigation, so I have to ask you to answer.
He developed an illness of the nerves.
Should you recall anything important,
let me know.
I don't know if this is important but
he kept saying lately
that we would get rich soon.
He said he was starting some business with a friend.
- What friend? - God knows...
He must have lied...
as always, may God forgive him.
Your nephew must have had a hard time living in Zatonsk,
loving the sea as he did.
So hard...
I'm sorry.
Who is this?
This is his late fiancee.
She drowned two years ago, right before the wedding.
Nikita mourned her so...
That's when he fell ill...
Ivan Yevgenyevich.
Anna Viktorovna, good morning.
- Good morning. - How did you sleep?
That's why I wanted to talk to you.
I had bizarre dreams last night again.
Well, having dreams is good, it's normal.
Unless you dream wide awake, right?
Please, do the rounds today.
I have an urgent surgery.
Do you now believe I'm competent or do you just pity me?
Anna Viktorovna, pity is not my strong suit.
I thought I saw yesterday that nothing human was alien to you.
Anyone can have a moment of weakness.
Why are you standing there?
Go on, the patients are waiting.
Prescribed by Dr. Milz a year and a half ago...
Did he treat your nephew?
I don't know. Nikita didn't tell me.
I only know there was a healer in St. Petersburg who helped him.
He treated him with hypnosis.
Hypnosis?
Some commanding officer recommended it, some admiral.
Did he mention the admiral's name?
He may have, only I don't remember anything!
So, did that healer help him?
I don't know...
Nikita was so calm during the day,
but he screamed in his sleep at night...
He kept calling Nelidov or Zalivukhin...
And he kept saying they all should go to the police
and confess to something.
Confess to what?
I don't know.
I tried to ask him but he didn't...
remember anything in the morning.
I found out that you had prescribed this medication to one of the victims.
Let me see.
Yes, I remember.
A young officer, that very same Svetlov.
He still served at the time.
What illness did he have?
I have to check my records. Where were they-- Ah!
Just a second.
Right, he suffered from a mania.
A psychopathic syndrome.
An unpleasant diagnosis.
To say the least.
But I found a good psychiatrist for him,
hence the prescription.
But the vial is almost full.
If he did take your prescription, he didn't take it for long.
Perhaps he found another doctor.
What if he decided to do without professional help altogether?
Then he could go completely insane.
Although not everybody would necessarily see it.
Do you suppose he could be the first to attack his gambler friends?
It's possible.
How is Anna Viktorovna, how is she feeling?
She is calmer now.
But she withdrew into herself. We barely talk to her.
I want to help her with all my heart, but I don't know how.
Do you know that time is the best medicine for a broken heart?
There is only one thing I ask from God, Aleksey Yegorovich:
to see my daughter happy someday.
It will happen! It will certainly happen, my dear.
I told you once that I had thought for a long time I would never love again.
But I was wrong.
Yes, yes, I was wrong. I do love!
I love passionately, I love deeply!
I love the greatest woman in the world
in whom I finally found my ideal!
I can see you know everything,
you know it, and I can't stay silent any longer!
I love you, Maria Timofeyevna!
Aleksey Yegorovich, please get up.
My only regret is having met you so late.
And now I have only one desire: to be with you until the end of my days!
Oh God! Please, get up.
No, do not presume... I am of nobility!
Sure, impoverished, but very well-born!
We are included in Suvorin's directory of noble families!
This is so sudden, Aleksey Yegorovich,
but also, I have to say, very, very pleasing.
Please, Maria Timofeyevna, tell me you accept.
But how can I accept, Aleksey Yegorovich?
I am married, and divorce is impossible.
All we can do is-- - Suffer?
We will find comfort in gentle friendship.
And if divorce were possible?
And if divorce were possible...
then I
would be happy to spend with you the rest of my life.
I'm so glad you have finally come to see us, Pyotr Ivanovich.
What's new in St. Petersburg?
St. Petersburg is outraged over the situation in France...
What happened there?
President Carnot has been assassinated.
Slaughtered like--
Is this mutton? - Yes.
Melts in the mouth.
Slaughtered like a sheep.
Some Italian anarchist, just like that.
What's going on in Europe, my God...
You're only saying this so you don't have to go to Nice with me.
Your brother doesn't keep his word.
Well, my dear...
Many wives complain about their husbands like this.
What can you do? Life is life.
Well, one might forgive one's husband for this.
Only Victor is in no hurry to make an honest woman out of me.
Liza, Liza, please.
Yelizaveta Gavrilovna... may I?
Thank you.
You know, one can't just jump into these things half-cocked.
It takes time. There's much to think over and factor in,
this can't be done quickly.
You have to... understand this.
I'm sick of listening to the same thing over and over again.
Sure, divorce is a long process, but it has to be at least started.
This is positively unbearable.
Excuse me.
What's wrong with her?
I'm sorry, Petya.
She has been out of sorts since morning.
Well, take her to Nice.
What's stopping you?
If you need money, I'll give you money, just say the word.
No, going to Nice right now...
is absolutely impossible.
I can't abandon Anna.
It wouldn't hurt her to go on a trip too, by the way.
Talk to her.
Talk to her, you could always influence her.
Maybe she'll listen to you.
Maybe. I will.
CLOSED
Was there an admiral among Krutin's patients?
Admiral Bobrinski.
Yes, he came for a seance last year
and Krutin paid him special attention.
Is something wrong?
Bobrinski was murdered several months ago.
Good day, Anton Andreyevich.
Anton Andreyevich knows everything.
I told him.
The admiral's carriage was attacked at night
by persons unknown who inflicted on him multiple stab wounds.
The investigation established that there were three murderers.
And you think they are the officers murdered at Mon Plaisir?
They attacked one another as though upon command.
Hypnosis?
Krutin is killing off the people he used to dispose of the admiral.
It means Krutin is still in Zatonsk.
I see nothing pointing to the...
contrary.
I don't understand, Annette.
Why won't you go with Andrey Petrovich?
Some traveling would do you good.
You all want to get rid of me?
So that my disgrace won't be such an eyesore for you?
What on earth are you saying?
You need a change of scene.
You need to begin to forget the past.
Forgive me for being direct, my angel, but you don't look very well.
You must be working too much, and sleeping too little and too poorly.
I keep having very bizarre dreams, Uncle.
What dreams? Tell me.
It's as if I'm transported to the Middle Ages, to France...
and see a young woman, fragments of her life.
France...
This has never happened before, has it?
It must be fascinating.
Well, how is life in France in the Middle Ages?
Anything nice there?
She is burned at the stake as a witch.
Nothing nice.
And her spirit comes to you?
What does she want?
I can't understand.
There is also a man.
His name is Guillaume.
Only I can't make out his face.
Raymonde!
But why would Krutin need to have the admiral killed?
He must have known many military secrets.
Military...
What does he want anyway, this Krutin of yours? What is he after?
Oh, no one knows that. Not even I.
You are well-informed, Anton Andreyevich.
Yes, and I am very happy about it.
I don't have to lie to him any longer.
Pelageia Ivanovna has agreed to become my wife.
Glad to hear it. Congratulations.
I'll take my leave. - Goodbye.
Anton Andreyevich, please,
don't tell anyone else that we are engaged.
But why?
Because I am very afraid for you.
He nearly killed you once, I couldn't bear a second time!
So, you're saying that as long as he is out there--
Yes, we cannot be together.
I fear for your life.
He is a very vindictive man,
and he will be punishing me for you.
I swear to you, Pelageia Ivanovna,
I'm going to find Krutin.
I see the events in reverse order, as if I'm flipping through a book.
Yes, there were a lot of books too, people threw them into fire and they burned.
This is incredible, Annette, absolutely incredible...
You see things that happened centuries ago...
I would give anything for such an opportunity.
You don't know how hard it is.
It's as if this woman possesses me,
I see through her eyes, I feel her pain...
Anton Andreyevich.
I wonder what he wants.
- Pyotr Ivanovich. - Good day.
I'm sorry to bother you.
Anna Viktorovna, I urgently need your help.
You must have heard about the murder at the inn.
Anton Andreyevich...
I would like to stop doing this.
Anna Viktorovna, I--
Please, just a moment, literally a second.
It's just there is a strong possibility
that the victims are connected to Krutin.
Don't you want us to catch him?
No. I don't care.
Anna Viktorovna--
Pelageia Ivanovna has agreed to become my wife.
But I--
we can't marry as long as Krutin is at large.
Please. This case must be solved.
I'm asking you as my friend, Anna Viktorovna.
Anton Andreyevich, I--
Thank you.
Thank you. Here are the names of the victims.
Goodbye!
Spirit of Nikita Svetlov, show yourself to me.
Spirit of Nikita Svetlov, show yourself to me.
What are you doing?
Who murdered you?
Answer me! Who murdered you?
Who murdered you?
Right, it looks like he is useless.
Who are you?
You are Nelidov.
Zalivukhin then.
Eight of diamonds.
Mutual cooperation.
You want me to help you?
And then you will help me.
Good morning, Uncle.
Good morning, Annette.
How did you sleep?
Great.
Yes, I can see that. Are you going somewhere?
Yes, I just don't know where
or why.
Are we...
We are not alone here, are we?
Right?
Right.
- Well, then-- - Yes.
Will you be so kind
and keep me and the spirit company?
I am entirely at your service.
BACCARAT
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