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Come in.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Episode 28 BACCARAT

Shtolman, Yakov Platonovich, judicial investigator.

Aliabin, Konstantin Ilyich.

Please, sit.

Thank you.

We are investigating the murder of your friend Midshipman Zalivukhin.

Well, Zalivukhin hasn't been my friend for a long time.

Why? Did you have a falling out?

No.

It's just I am a serious man and have a purpose in life, while he...

A deck of cards--that's all he is interested in.

But I haven't spoken to him in a year, so...

Perhaps you'll tell me then about

meeting him by the inn this Thursday?

I was coming back from the factory

and saw him in a carriage.

But we didn't even get the chance to say hello.

And yet you immediately told his wife about it.

So what?

I ran into her in town on the same night.

So I blurted out, "Ah, your husband is in town, give him my regards."

The poor thing went all pale, says, "Where did you see him?"

So I said he had turned to the inn.

Did you notice anything unusual about his behavior?

I'm telling you I saw him in passing,

so I didn't get the chance to notice anything strange.

It's one of those murdered in the inn, isn't it?

Yes, Zalivukhin.

You said you wouldn't be helping the police anymore, so what happened?

Anton Andreyevich begged me.

And the spirit and I have an agreement.

I do what he asks and he sheds light on this murder.

My god, no one does anything for nothing.

Even in the afterlife.

Annette!

Well?

That's it.

FOR LETTERS

If you have nothing else to tell me, Mr. Aliabin,

I won't take any more of your time.

Are these products of your workshop?

Oh, Mr. Shtolman...

I had such high hopes of getting the government contract to manufacture navy uniforms...

Look at the samples.

Broadcloth made of highest quality wool.

The goldwork, the buttons-- I worked on these six months.

Design, fitting... more fitting.

And?

And nothing!

All this effort--wasted.

The contract went to a...

Feofilaktov from the neighboring uyezd-- I'd never even heard about him before!

I'm sorry.

Annette.

We should get out of here, now,

before someone catches us and thinks that we're thieves.

There's nothing to steal here, nothing but rubbish.

What's that?

I don't know.

To the future sailor from Dad...

This is a present for your son.

Do you want us to give it to him?

- Good day. - How can I help you?

Madame Zalivukhina?

Please accept our condolences.

Deepest condolences. - Thank you.

My name is Pyotr Ivanovich Mironov,

I knew your husband in St. Petersburg at one time.

I don't recall. My husband never mentioned you.

Nevertheless. Nevertheless...

Oh, I get it.

He owes you money, doesn't you?

I can't pay you at all right now.

That's not it, that's not it, I assure you.

The thing is, your husband...

while staying at my house, forgot the present that he

was going to give to his son.

Look.

Oh my God...

Well, please... come in.

Please.

She calls... she calls the angels

to come and help her.

Well, who is a future sailor here?

Read what it says here. You can, can't you?

To-the-fu-ture-sail-lor.

And now, look.

Ta da!

This is for you. Take it.

Did you know Ivan Semionovich well?

Well... Ivan Semionovich...

Not exactly very well and

not exactly very long but

I could see right away what kind of man he was.

From Nelidov?

Who murdered you?

Ma'am? What are you doing here?

I'm sorry, I just felt unwell

and wanted to be alone for a while.

- Would you like some water? - No, no, thank you, I'm feeling much better already.

I'm sorry.

Dear sir!

Viktor Ivanovich.

Mr. Rebushinky.

I must speak with you.

Go ahead, I'm listening.

I ask--

No, I demand

that you act as a man of honor.

I'm sorry, I don't quite understand, Aleksey Yegorovich.

Please, try to be clearer.

You must grant the divorce to the wife you have abandoned.

What?

Why on earth are you interfering with my family life?

Did my wife send you?

Goodness, what a vile assumption!

No, it was my decision to speak with you.

Maria Timofeyevna must become free

to find happiness in personal life.

Oh, I see! That was fast!

Why, dear sir, did you think that

a brilliant woman like your wife would cry over your betrayal for the rest of her life?

And may I ask who is this... lucky man?

I am.

Yes, I am the luckiest of mortal men, Mr. Mironov.

Viktor Ivanovich, I do appreciate that this is a very unpleasant business,

shameful even, in a sense.

But you, as the adulterous party,

must take this burden upon yourself!

So, we need two witnesses...

Those I can find.

They will have to catch you in a, so to speak,

compromising situation with another woman.

Then they will give written statements,

and then--

And then you are going to tell my wife

that there will be no divorce.

Tell this to the brilliant woman word for word.

Jupiter is angry, therefore he is wrong.

But I won't leave you alone until you grant the divorce to Maria Timofeyevna.

Farewell, sir!

Anna Viktorovna.

Any news? - Yes, Anton Andreyevich.

Zalivukhin's spirit showed me a card.

Four of spades.

Four... four--

Svetlov had four points.

Does it mean he was the one who started the fight?

I don't know. But look here.

Where did you get it?

From Zalivukhin's house.

Received from Nelidov a year ago.

Vanya, my dear friend,

Enough of this idleness.

Isn't it time for action?

Shoes are empty, monkeys are locked...

The railroad...

The railroad will go through Peterhof 37/16...

Gibberish.

The railroad...

Baccarat.

A card game. "Railroad" is a variation of it, in gambling lingo.

This letter is a game appointment.

Anton Andreyevich, excuse me, I have to go.

Anna Viktorovna, thank you, you have provided invaluable assistance...

to the police.

Are you sure this is about a game?

I know the gambling lingo well.

Shoe, monkey, coup, all these

are slang words used in card games.

What about the numbers?

May I?

When calculating points in baccarat,

tens are subtracted from 2-digit numbers

37 -10 = 27 16 -10 = 6

27th is the date of the game.

Where did you get the letter?

From Zalivukhin's house.

Did Anna Viktorovna bring it?

Even if so, it's not much help.

It was written a year ago.

There must be other letters like this one.

Zalivukhin came from St. Petersburg, knowing about the game.

Nelidov didn't have to notify him.

But he had to let Svetlov know.

Do you believe there will be something important in those letters?

Well, let's hope so.

Let's hope that they have survived.

Please, come in, gentlemen.

Well, all his papers are here.

I haven't touched anything, everything is exactly the way Nikita left it.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

The same handwriting.

A letter from Nelidov, received 10 days ago.

My dear friend...

Something about his health...

The railroad will go through Mon Plaisir 12/20

October 2nd.

This is the date of the fateful game.

The letter has been opened and then resealed.

The aunt?

I don't think so, too neatly done.

This could only be done by someone well versed in perlustration of mail.

Perlustration, is it?

Good thing you are well versed in everything.

I think all these letters have been opened and resealed.

Someone... someone was reading Svetlov's correspondence.

Maybe you know who and why?

Another letter from Nelidov,

received 3 months ago.

I am writing to you, my dear Nikita, to share the news.

Feofilaktov has placed the bet and will take the bank.

Feofilaktov.

Aliabin mentioned him.

Konstantin is out of the game.

I don't understand why he writes about these two,

they never even played together!

It means this is not about cards.

The contract?

Nelidov served at the Ministry of the Navy--

...and could be a member of the commission!

You said that Zalivukhin had promised to his wife he would be rich soon.

What if this four...

isn't a loss but a fourth man?

Aliabin has to be questioned again.

He couldn't have been acting alone.

If he gained access to the letters--

...then he must have an accomplice at the post office.

Eureka.

Eureka...

Come in.

Uncle!

I remembered.

I read an article a short while ago.

It was published in Niva.

You told me about a Guillaume

who comes to you in your dreams.

That article was also about

a Guillaume... I forgot the surname.

But that's not the point.

The point is he was burned at the stake,

in Languedoc, in the 14th century.

Why do you think he is the same Guillaume?

Well, he had a lover...

Raymonde was her name,

and she shared his fate.

She too was... burned.

Burned.

Why were they executed?

That Guillaume was a Cathar.

That was the title of the article, "The Last of the Cathars"

Almost James Fenimore Cooper.

But who were those Cathars?

The Cathars--

Don't give me an exam now, Annette.

Anyway, I don't remember.

There was a phrase in that article.

I did remember that one.

"In 600 years, the laurel shall be green again."

It somehow resonated with me.

Poetic and beautiful.

So I remembered it.

I should...

appropriate this phrase...

and mention it to your mother.

Let her use it somewhere.

Well? Good idea?

Oh. You again, Mr. Shtolman?

How can I be of use?

Take a seat, I'm afraid this is going to be a long conversation.

Be so kind as to tell me where you were on the night from Wednesday to Thursday.

At home. Why?

Wait a minute.

I think I'm beginning to see where you're going with this.

Come on, do you now suspect me of that murder?

Why?

You had a motive--revenge.

Zalivukhin and Svetlov persuaded you to bribe

Mr. Nelidov, who was on the ministerial commission.

Only you didn't win the contract, they chose Feofilaktov,

who simply paid a bigger bribe.

This is an unfounded allegation. I am an honest entrepreneur.

And accusing me of murder is, you know...

How could I have known

that they would be at the inn on Thursday?

You knew where he was heading.

You also read Svetlov's correspondence.

You should write novels, Mr. Shtolman.

Your accomplice at the post office betrayed you.

He told us that at your request,

all letters from Nelidov to Svetlov were delivered to you.

At my request?

It's a lie. It was his idea.

Is that so?

What a lying bastard, that Toboltsev...

He promised that not a living soul would know about this.

Fine. I did it, I admit, I read the letters.

But I had no reason to murder them!

I wanted justice, I wanted to do it through court.

I needed evidence!

Well, where is that evidence of yours?

Here, look.

Please be informed

that there is an organized group of fraudsters

operating in the Ministry of the Navy. - Exactly!

An anonymous letter for the special department?

Why anonymous?

It's from the bottom of my heart, because I care about my Homeland.

Can you even call Feofilaktov's fabric broadcloth?

It's absolute garbage!

And the goldwork will fade in a month!

Had you won the contract, you wouldn't be pontificating about justice!

You'll give your statement at the precinct.

- Good day. - Anton Andreyevich?

- Yeah... - How can I help you?

Does Toboltsev work here?

Yes. He is a postal worker, had been for 20 years.

Where is he?

He left in the morning to deliver correspondence, hasn't come back yet.

- Where is his seat? - There.

Very good...

Is the latest Zatonsk Telegraph in yet?

Yes, it is. He works as a sorter,

but he doesn't mind delivering correspondence sometimes as well.

Careful, you'll cut yourself!

We sharpen them every week.

- Are there many of these? - Three.

Three?

Please gather them all and bring here. - Yes, sir.

Excuse me, what's going on?

These are my personal belongings.

Mr. Toboltsev?

Yes, to whom do I owe the honor of speaking?

Korobeinikov, Head of the Investigations Department

What happened to your hand?

I was cutting twine the other day and cut myself.

When?

The day before yesterday.

You will come with us.

Anna Viktorovna.

I'm here to see Anton Andreyevich.

He is out carrying out a detention, hasn't come back yet.

You have new information.

I'm not going to talk to you.

You are already talking to me.

Anna--

Don't you dare! Don't you dare come close or talk to me!

How could you...

lie to me all this time?

How could you keep coming to our house all this time?

How? That was just shameless.

I didn't lie to you.

No, you simply forgot to tell me you had a wife.

If you only knew the position she is in right now...

I believed that I would be free soon

and that is why I hid the truth from you.

I ask only one thing of you.

Leave this town.

I can't and you know why.

Krutin?

Then let him hurry and get to me!

I saw a drowned girl...

with a card.

Nine of hearts.

Victory, a win.

Anna!

Andrey Petrovich.

Did the doctor allow you to leave the house?

I didn't even ask him, I'm just so sick of being cooped up inside.

What happened? Have you been crying?

No, it's nothing.

I understand. Where are you heading?

I don't know. Probably home.

Let's go to my house.

I'll have the cook make dinner,

we can sit down and talk as friends, about all kinds of silly things.

Why should you sit at home alone?

I suppose.

Where have they gone to?

Mr. Toboltsev's daughter was engaged to the naval officer Svetlov.

Yes, and she died right before the wedding.

It says so in the report.

She couldn't swim, fell in the river.

Why a nine?

What?

Which one of them do you think is the murderer?

Mr. Aliabin, you said in your statement that

you had received Svetlov's letters

from the post office clerk Mr. Toboltsev, is that right?

Do you confirm it?

I do. He would bring them to me for a couple of hours.

Were they already opened?

Yes. Then he would reseal them in my presence.

What can you say to this?

Well, what can I say to this?

Mr. Aliabin

was trying to expose bribe-takers.

And I was helping him with it.

A neat theory but, I'm afraid, a not entirely true one.

Was this from this letter that you found out that

the officers were going to play cards at Mon Plaisir on Thursday?

Look, I told you already, I--

didn't--

Excuse me.

Toboltsev never gave me this letter.

What do you mean, never gave it to you?

I brought you all the letters.

This is the first time I see it!

I brought them to you and you read every single one.

Gentlemen, this is the first time I see this letter!

All right.

Yakov Platonovich, may I?

Of course.

You said you had cut your hand with the knife you use at the post office, right?

Right.

- With this one? - Yes.

I wonder how you managed to do that.

It's blunt.

Well, maybe not with this one, with another one like it.

At the post office, we have-- - Three.

Two sharp knives

and one blunt one.

How could this happen?

I don't know.

I do.

You went to the inn

with a sharp knife from the post office.

You committed the crime,

murdered the three officers,

and took the knife back, to the post office.

But you made a mistake by mixing up the knives.

You took the blunt knife from the inn back to the post office,

leaving the sharp one at the inn.

Here it is.

You won't believe it but in India

no one is seeking a better life for themselves.

Everyone believes that their current place in society

is the best.

Why?

It's a matter of faith.

They believe in reincarnation.

Say, if a person was born rich,

it means they were righteous in their past life.

If they're born poor, they got what they deserved.

The same is with love.

Hang on...

So, if you are unhappy...

you mustn't strive to find happiness?

No, Hindus believe that marriage is made

for ten incarnations ahead.

Not a single matchmaking happens without fortune tellers.

They must prove that

the couple was already married in their past lives.

And a widow

is burned on the husband's funeral pyre

so that they could reunite in the new life as soon as possible.

My God, how profound...

Andrey Petrovich... - Yes?

You have traveled so much,

you have seen so many countries.

Have you ever heard of the Cathars?

The Cathars?

How odd that you asked that.

Why?

They believed in reincarnation too.

All evidence is against you.

It is pointless to deny your guilt.

Alleviate your fate with a confession.

I don't care about my fate.

We know that your late daughter

was Svetlov's fiancee.

You read the letters and you knew

that the officers would gather at Mon Plaisir to gamble on that day.

You murdered them.

Now you only have to tell us why.

They gambled...

for my Aleksandra in a game of cards.

Cards...

Of course, the nine...

Your daughter was the win?

They are murderers. All three of them.

And I punished them for it.

What can you do?

Fortune hasn't been kind to you.

You will settle the debt at once.

But how would I do that?

Write. I'll tell you what.

And you, get up.

You're going to fetch my winnings.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Who are you?

Ivan Zalivukhin. I need to see Aleksandra Ivanovna urgently.

It's the middle of the night! She's fast asleep.

Her fiance sent me.

Nikita? What happened to him?

He was on his way back to town and a cab ran him over in the dark.

He is in a bad way, he is at the inn right now.

He is delirious, asking for you. Here.

She came back home at dawn.

I kept asking her, but she wouldn't say a word.

I thought Nikita passed away

and stopped bothering her.

And two days later,

her body was found in the river.

How did you find out what had happened?

She left a letter for me.

In it, she wrote that Nikita was safe and sound,

that when Zalivukhin brought her to the inn,

Nelidov raped her,

while Svetlov and Zalivukhin

were in the next room.

That's why Svetlov was tormented and

wanted to confess to something...

How did you commit the murder?

I started reading the letters...

from Svetlov to Nelidov.

I knew I would get lucky sooner or later.

And I did.

They made a game appointment at Mon Plaisir.

Why did you accept it when

your daughter's death was declared an accident?

You could have shown her letter to the police.

I could.

But why would I put her disgrace on display?

Besides, I had no proof other than her letter.

Nelidov has quite important benefactors in the capital.

So do the rest of them.

They would have gotten away with it.

So, I sentenced them

and carried out the sentence myself.

You thought you were administering justice

but now you have become a murderer.

It's all in God's hands.

But I don't regret anything.

Take him away.

I was right after all. This has nothing to do with Krutin.

I can't agree with you.

He was treating Svetlov in St. Petersburg

and perhaps he silenced his guilty conscience.

Had Svetlov confessed,

this murder wouldn't have happened.

This murder wouldn't have happened, if the justice system were better.

The Cathars were particularly strong in the south of France, in Languedoc.

And in the 13th century,

the Pope organized a crusade against them.

But they were unable to get rid of this heresy until a hundred years later.

The Cathars were too popular among both the nobility and the poor.

They called the Cathars...

"good men".

"Good man"...

I have heard this before.

They believed that humans

are not to blame for their sins.

How is that?

They taught that our world had been created

by the fallen angel Lucifer,

and their human souls were locked inside the flesh against their will.

And whatever we may do,

we are doomed to suffer and die.

This is horrible.

What is also horrible is

that more than a million Cathars were burned at stake by the Inquisition

just because their faith was not right.

Anna Viktorovna.

Let's talk about something else.

What?

Let's change the subject.

It's late, Andrey Petrovich, I should go.

Thank you for this evening and for your stories.

Raymonde Marty...

Guillaume Belibaste...

Spirit of Raymonde Marty, show yourself to me.

Spirit of Guillaume Belibaste, show yourself to me.

Spirit of Raymonde Marty, show yourself to me!

Spirit of Guillaume Belibaste, show yourself to me!

BACCARAT

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