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Still, gentlemen, you have to agree,

it's a shame that the real Russian hunt is no more,

with hounds and everything.

Yes...

No one does that anymore, too expensive.

Although I suppose you, Dmitriy Lvovich,

could bring back the good old days. - Exactly!

I could, Ivan Khristoforovich, I could, but I won't.

It would be like bringing a corpse back to life.

All things in this world will perish sooner or later.

Including us and all our projects,

and all our diversions.

Besides, I believe it is more humane

to kill a beast with a gun

than to chase it with hounds.

Oh, Timofey. Well, what do you have?

The beaters found the tracks, Your Grace.

Well, gentlemen, it's time.

Thank you, my dear man.

Episode 29 THE FOX HUNT

Well, your wound is completely healed.

Congratulations.

A curious snake you have there.

Some symbol, is it?

Ouroboros, the snake biting its own tail.

The cycle of life and death, the circle of rebirth.

But I must ask you not to tell anyone about this tattoo.

I am looking for a way to remove it.

You have my word as a doctor.

So, you're a Buddhist?

You believe in rebirth?

I admit this possibility. What about you?

I don't believe in God at all,

either a Buddhist or a Christian one.

I see.

Even if we assume there is a God,

this big, kind God...

how does he allow all these hideous things?

Oppression of the weak, extermination of the innocent?

He may be kind, but not in the sense we imagine.

But if he isn't kind, then

what do I care if he does or does not exist?

Goodbye, Andrey Petrovich, try not to catch any more bullets.

There is nothing sublime about death...

Nothing but stench and filth.

Trust me.

You don't know Prince Meshcherski well.

But when you get to know him, you will surely love him.

He is an extraordinary man.

If you only knew how much he has done for the people in our uyezd.

Take his school for children of the poor.

Does the prince have children?

A son, Lev Dmitrievich, a retired colonel.

He lives in St. Petersburg. - I see.

He is to arrive by dinner time today.

Your Grace, are you feeling unwell?

It's nothing, nothing, it will pass.

Timosha, you know what, you do it, go on.

Your Grace!

Your Grace...

Your Grace!

Oh God, what in the world...

Help! Over here!

No cutting! You don't have our consent!

Maybe you can give her some drops, sister..?

What drops, my dear, your child can't breathe!

She needs surgery, urgently!

Don't listen to them! You don't have our consent!

Let's go, Nastiona, come on!

You- you're killing the child! Ivan Yevgenyevich, thank God...

The girl has diphtheritic croup, and they won't let her have surgery!

Well, if they won't, that's fine, good for them.

You're young, you'll have a new one, and this one will wait for you in heaven, right?

Don't listen to them, you fool, let's get out of here, Nastiona! - Yeah, yeah, out!

Cutting her throat, imagine that! I will complain! You don't have our consent!

Say you consent.

Come on.

I consent.

- To the operating room, now. - Got it.

Come here.

Stay, stay here, for God's sake.

Verochka, my angel, you made it.

Thank God for letting me say goodbye.

It's going to be all right, Dmitriy Lvovich,

don't say that, you will get better.

How did this even happen?

I can't wrap my head around it myself, I was shooting at the fox...

Timofey, this isn't your fault.

Everybody heard this? This isn't his fault.

This was only a stupid accident...

The prince is dead.

No...

No...

Head.

She is breathing.

She'll live.

Camphor, please. - Yes.

I visited Kliuyev the other day.

Imagine this, he has fully recovered.

You can walk down the aisle tomorrow, if you're still interested.

Ivan Yevgenyevich.

You were so great kicking out that grandma.

Yes, I'll be sending for you every time now.

It's past time you started learning how to talk to dumb relatives on your own.

Anna Viktorovna, after all, I'll go away soon.

Where?

Are you leaving us?

Camphor.

Show me where you and the prince stood.

Over there.

Gentlemen, will everybody please take the places

where you were at the moment of the gun shot.

We were at this spot.

I stood here, and the prince over there.

- There? - Yeah.

- Farther? - No, here, closer.

Stand here.

- Here, right? - Yes. - Go on.

Dmitriy Lvovich was out of breath, he felt sick at once.

So he told me to take the shot.

And you did?

- Yes. - Where?

Rifle.

Show me how you shot it.

Uh huh, good. Step aside, man.

Where were you aiming?

Gentlemen, to the clearing, please!

From your spot, you could see both the prince and the game keeper.

I could but I didn't, I was watching the fox.

- Did everybody see the fox? - Yes.

And nobody was able to take a single shot?

Did you check the rifles?

Yes, sir, all rounds are there.

Well, then it must have been a ricochet.

I will never forgive myself.

Stop it, man, Dmitriy Lvovich said it wasn't your fault.

This was fate.

Fatum est series causarum.

Fate is a series of causes.

The police will deal with this.

Nobody is to leave town until the investigation is complete.

What about the ribbons?

Gather them.

Anna Viktorovna, did you hear about the cholera epidemic in Turkestan?

Yes. I read that it was subsiding.

Don't believe the papers. My friend is there right now,

with the expedition of the Imperial Institute of Experimental Medicine.

Yes, the number of new cases is decreasing, but the second wave could start any time.

And the conditions there are appallingly unsanitary.

You're going to Turkestan then?

Isn't it the duty of every Russian doctor?

But people need help everywhere, not only in Turkestan.

I am vegetating here, Anna Viktorovna.

While there I will be able to find out whether I'm worth of something or not.

Good day, Doctor.

Yes, good day, Ivan... Yevgenyevich.

Doctor, is something the matter?

The old Prince Meshcherski has just died.

A hunting accident.

Oh God.

You had the honor of knowing him?

Yes, we met a few times.

He was a progressive man. I'm so sorry.

Hindus call this karma.

You go hunting but you get killed instead.

If it were up to me, I would ban all this hunting altogether.

You are an idealist, my good man.

Aleksandr Franzevich, you won't have to bear my idealism much longer.

Why is that?

I am quitting in two weeks.

I am going away to Turkestan to treat cholera.

Did he mean it?

I'm afraid so.

Why do all good things end so quickly?

ST. PETERSBURG

Well, Mr. Shtolman, your theory has failed.

On the day of Admiral Bobrinski's murder

Midshipmen Zalivukhin and Nelidov were out at sea,

they had nothing to do with his death.

I thought it was worth checking.

Rightly so, especially since the connection between Krutin and Svetlov is obvious.

Some things are getting clearer.

It looks like Krutin rids his patients of conscience,

removing it like an unnecessary rudiment.

"Brother will deliver brother over to death, and the father his child,

and children will rise against parents and have them put to death."

Something big is happening around us, Yakov Platonovich.

Big and dreadful.

Krutin is clearly obsessed with some horrendous mystical idea.

Don't buy into the cheap show he staged in Zatonsk

for those wealthy old idiots.

It's nothing but a way to coax them out of their money.

Krutin is a revolutionary.

And he wants what all other revolutionaries do:

to overthrow the tsar and plunge Russia into chaos,

because he doesn't see another way

to stop inequality and obscurantism.

Do you think that I don't understand anything?

That I can't see the obvious?

I don't have to tell you, Mr. Shtolman, that

all revolutions are conceived by idealists,

implemented by fanatics,

and its fruits are stolen by scoundrels.

You may be right but one thing makes me doubt it.

Why does Krutin need Miss Mironova?

Why does he need a woman capable of communicating with the other world?

Perhaps he wants to consult... Robespierre.

By the way, his talisman was recently stolen from a private collection in Paris.

But this has nothing to do with our case.

Tell me...

The rumors of Miss Mironova's special abilities

aren't exaggerated, are they?

I used to have my doubts.

But not anymore.

Dmitriy Lvovich?

I am not going to talk to you.

Go away.

I am not going to talk to you.

You won't get anything from me.

Save...

my daughter. Save her.

Go away.

I am not going to talk to you.

You won't get anything from me.

Miss, what is the matter? Are you unwell?

Great!

- Where are we going? - To the hospital!

Go!

- Your Grace. - No need for ceremony, Nikolai Vasilievich.

I have just come from St. Petersburg.

I set out as soon as the telegram arrived.

My deepest, most sincere condolences.

Lev Dmitrievich, I know that you were very close with your father.

Yes, this is a great loss for me.

But, you know, Father used to tell me

that he didn't care for living too long.

He didn't want to be a burden to his loved ones.

I was told his body was in the hospital.

Yes, sadly, we can't dispense with this formality,

the bullet must be extracted to prove that it was a ricochet indeed.

Ah, why is this so...

A man lives his life, well and proper, and then boom--

When can I take his body to bury it?

Tomorrow.

Thank you.

You are coming to the funeral, I hope?

Right. Well, Anton Andreyevich...

This was no ricochet.

This was an aimed shot, this was a murder.

- Are you sure? - Positive.

Look, the bullet bears no trace

of the first encounter

with a solid object.

Now, the nature of the wound.

The wound track is deep and straight,

which would be certainly impossible with a ricochet.

Maybe you could tell me from what rifle this bullet might have been fired?

I am no expert, but

I suppose it might have been an English rifle.

Like the one Timofey Krechetov fired.

Doctor,

the prince had only a son, didn't he?

Yes, one son.

Then why did he say, "Save my daughter"...

- When did he say that? - This morning.

Oh, those family secrets...

Excuse me, I have to take my leave.

I'm going to see Krechetov.

Oh, Anton Andreyevich,

there is another important detail.

The prince was terminally ill.

He didn't have more than six months to live at any rate.

Thank you.

Now let's read what I have written all together.

EVERY BEGINNING IS DIFFICULT.

- Well done. - Vera Nikolaevna.

There is someone to see you, they say it's urgent.

I'm coming.

No misbehaving while I'm gone.

Good day, Lev Dmitrievich.

Good day, Vera.

My condolences.

This is a terrible loss for all of us.

Stop it.

It was your husband who shot Father, wasn't it?

It was an accident...

The prince said it himself before he died.

I'm afraid, I'm not as gracious as my late father.

I have every intention to deal with Timofey myself,

you can tell him that.

And this is for you.

Read it.

Notice of closure?

How can you...

Do you really have the heart to do this?

Your father put so much into this school,

this is his life's work!

Well, I for one always thought that this was a whim,

a dangerous one at that.

The school is to be closed in three days.

Wait, give me at least a week,

I-- I'll find the money...

I'm not going to discuss this, Vera.

Send the children home, close the school.

ST. PETERSBURG LANGE CLINIC

Your wife experienced such dread

that she chose to forget it by losing herself in insanity.

Her mind removed all memory as if with an eraser,

trying to get rid of the nightmarish recollections.

But I believe I can make her remember everything.

Remember? Is that necessary?

There is no hope of recovery without it.

May I come in to see her?

Of course.

Ma'am, look who is here to see you. Do you recognize him?

I won't...

Not today, I won't...

I won't, not today...

Look closer.

You know this gentleman very well.

Hello, Nina.

I won't!

I won't...

I won't!

I won't, not today... Not today--

We should leave.

I won't...

I don't want to. I won't!

Mr. Shtolman.

He was a great man...

So many grateful people came to the cemetery.

Everybody was there.

I must say I'm not surprised at all.

I suppose Timofey Krechetov

just couldn't take it any longer.

Take what, Lev Dmitrievich?

Your father was good to all his people.

It's true. But he too had his petty vices.

What petty vices?

Are you talking about Vera Krechetova?

I saw how affectionately your father was saying goodbye to her before he died.

Too bad I didn't know then yet that the game keeper was her husband.

Difficult to imagine, isn't it?

Vera appeared in house when she was five.

Father gave her an education

and an opportunity to live a life completely different from that of her class.

He appointed her to run the school.

Frankly speaking, I didn't like it.

But I didn't think it was my place to tell Father what to do.

Of course.

But there is nothing vicious about it.

Your father was taking care of an orphan.

She fell in love with this new game keeper six months ago.

Father was deeply disappointed,

but he made his peace with it and even blessed them.

Their married life didn't go well, thank God.

Why was that?

Vera was spoiled.

She had acquired views and habits unnatural for women of her class.

So you, Your Grace, believe that the only way

a person can occupy a worthy place in society is by birthright?

Nobility cannot be learned, Mr. Korobeinikov.

I believe the affair between Father and Vera soon resumed,

and, of course, Timofey was insanely jealous.

Then why did your father say on his death bed

for everybody to hear that it wasn't Timofey's fault?

"Love thy enemies." Ever heard this one?

Gentlemen.

Good day, ma'am. Is your husband at home?

No, he is out. Why, what is the matter?

He is... charged with the murder of Prince Meshcherski.

Murder?

This is impossible.

You are mistaken. Why would he murder Dmitriy Lvovich?

I'm sorry, I have to search the house.

Anna! Stop.

Wait.

Hear me out. - Is this never going to end?

I accepted Kliuyev's challenge.

Is my death the only thing that can console you?

I know I should have told you everything right away, but--

What difference would it have made? You are married.

Only before the law.

What man in your position wouldn't tell this to a woman he doesn't want to lose?

I am telling you the truth.

Who is she?

You know. - No, how would I kn--

You know her.

Nezhinskaya.

Let me--

Oh! Sorry.

Stop, good man! Your Grace.

Mr. Mironov.

Lev Dmitrievich, I've been looking for you.

My condolences.

Thank you.

You see, about a year ago,

your father came to me with the request to draw a will.

So...

would you mind coming with me to my office for the reading?

Well, then let's get to it as soon as possible.

Please, get in.

Go!

What is this woman doing here?

Madame Krechetova is mentioned in the will

and she has to be present at the reading of it.

Please, sit.

Now...

October 15, 1893

I, the undersigned,

being of sound mind and memory,

leave the following instructions in the event of my death.

To my illegitimate daughter,

Vera Nikolaevna Krechetova,

I bequeath the school I have founded

and 50,000 roubles.

But-- Wait!

What do you mean, "my daughter"? But she was his--

mistress! - Of course I wasn't!

Dmitriy Lvovich always treated me like a father would.

Oh my God, the school is saved now...

All my other movable and immovable assets I bequeath to my son,

Lev Dmitrievich Meshcherski.

The will is drawn in due form and certified by witnesses.

There is also...

a letter for you personally.

Accept Vera, your sister, as--

and support and protect her.

Have a nice day, Mr. Mironov.

I'm sorry, Viktor Ivanovich...

He didn't know anything.

Nor did I.

Don't worry, Vera Nikolaevna.

Your brother will calm down, and you two will make up.

You are a rich woman now.

And he hasn't become much poorer.

It's going to be fine.

I'm sorry.

Ivan Yevgenyevich, may I?

Anna Viktorovna, today is your day off.

Yes, but I really need to talk to you.

Please.

You said yesterday that you were going to Turkestan.

I am.

Do you think I could go too?

What? Anna, you have no idea about the conditions there.

Please, forget about it.

Wait, hear me out.

You said yesterday you wanted to find out your real worth.

That's what I want too!

I have been helping people for years,

but my life here has become absolutely unbearable,

I can't stay in this town any longer!

And if there is a disaster in Turkestan now, then my place is there.

And believe me, I won't be put out by hardship and discomfort.

You do realize this is not about discomfort, this is about you possibly getting infected and dying?

I don't care about my life.

Resolve born out of suffering...

Well then.

They are in dire need of nurses there.

And you, with your knowledge and skills...

after going through all this, you can become a real doctor.

But will your family let you go?

I'll talk to them.

Today.

170.

Well, how is the capital?

I don't know, I was busy.

Right, you are a busy man, so you are...

Prince Meshcherski has been murdered... I was just reading the report.

God rest his soul.

He was a remarkable man.

Delicate soul, true nobility...

There aren't many people like him..

He was buried this morning.

Unfortunately, the murderer has not been caught but

we are going to find him, yes, we are.

Yes, so I have read.

So, the motive is jealousy?

The motive is stupidity.

Krechetov was jealous of his wife and the prince,

but she turned out to be the prince's illegitimate daughter.

Mironov has read Prince Meshcherski's will today.

He left her a hefty amount of money.

- How much? - 50,000.

Oh.

Yes. Why are you asking?

This could be the main motive.

If Krechetov somehow found out about the will,

he could wish the prince to die sooner.

And he pretended to be jealous to hide his true intention.

Do you mean there could have been a conspiracy between the spouses?

I wouldn't be so hasty, this is just an assumption.

However, I would like to question Madame Krechetova immediately.

You can do this in the morning, she isn't running away.

One doesn't run away from this kind of money.

Still, I would like to question her today.

Does she live in the Meshcherskis' estate?

The maid can point you to their house.

Are you quite all right, Yakov Platonovich?

Thank you. I just really need to keep busy right now.

Good night

Annette!

- Uncle! - Annette...

- You're back! - Look what I brought you

from St. Petersburg.

I popped in an antique book shop, and there it was...

I hope you will find this interesting, The History of--

- Pyotr Ivanovich! -...a Great Heresy.

Maria Timofeyevna. - Welcome back!

My God, you're getting more beautiful by the day.

Oh, stop it.

How is your novel going?

I am writing.

Well, I have news about Dame's Rocket.

I can't wait to share it with you.

Then let's talk in the drawing room.

I'll have tea served there.

Mom!

Uncle.

I have something important to tell you.

To my angel Verinka, with love

Dad...

Dear Dad...

I swear to you...

you won't regret your decision.

I will do everything for our school.

I will be worthy of your trust.

Madame Krechetova, are you home?

Open up!

Help!

Take her to the hospital, quickly!

Who did this...

Who did this to you?

Mom, what's wrong with you?

No, you tell me, what is wrong with you?

Are you insane?

What-- what did she just say?

That she is going to Turkestan.

This is ravings of a madwoman...

What is so mad about what I said?

She is deranged...

Why are you quiet, Pyotr Ivanovich?

Say something to her!

Annette, I must say I am confused.

I am somewhat bewildered.

I can't believe this...

If you're going to debate with me, at least counter with arguments.

No, I will not debate with you,

I will just say this:

You are not going anywhere.

This is never happening. Over my dead body,

if you are cruel enough to step over it.

Annette, I must say that in this case

I am entirely on your mother's side.

Good night, Uncle.

Annette, the book!

What a mess... This is crazy.

Vera Dmitrievna, my dear, what happened?

Did Timofey do this? I'll kill the scoundrel!

No, no, Ivan Khristoforovich, it wasn't him.

Then who was it?

I didn't make out his face.

Then how can you be sure it wasn't him?

No, you are not going back home,

I won't allow you to live under the same roof as a murderer!

Don't you dare speak of my husband like this!

Anna Viktorovna.

Why are there people other than patients in the room?

I'm sorry, Doctor, this is... this is my friend.

Ivan Khristoforovich Volpin, at your service.

Pleased to meet you.

But Vera Dmitrievna is still very weak

and needs complete rest.

I must ask you to leave.

Vera, I meant to tell you...

The police are already investigating the attack,

but you don't have to talk to anyone about this.

Yes, I know.

Excuse me, Anna, I wanted to ask you, if it's not too much trouble.

My students don't know anything, they are waiting for me.

And I--

I was told that the judicial investigator was about to arrive and start the questioning.

Could you send someone to the school,

to let them know?

Judicial investigator...

I will go there myself and let your children know.

Get well.

THE FOX HUNT

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