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Episode 32 THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN

Here, look.

The Sun symbol at the crime scene

is clearly laid out incorrectly.

Yes... What do you think it means?

It means that the Cheremis didn't murder Kuzmin.

Think about it.

In this kind of ritual, every little detail matters.

One mistake and the sacrifice is useless.

Right... so it was someone else.

We shouldn't overlook Turchaninov.

I don't think he could murder him,

even though he did have a motive.

Then again, he could get someone else to do it, or something like that.

His alibi must be checked.

- Yes. - Which is it going to be, the poker club

or the village?

Well, poker is more up your alley, but let's try it.

- Heads? - The village.

- The poker club? - Tails.

[- Catch it! Catch it! - Ah you little--]

What's going on here?

I'll drown it, sir.

Stand down! "I'll drown it"...

What a sweet little mouse...

So, where are you going to keep it?

In the office. It can live with us for now.

Nikolai Vasilievich definitely isn't going to like it.

What does the coin say?

- You are going to the village. - All right.

[Let's go! Let's go...]

Anna Viktorovna, good morning.

Good morning, Ivan Yevgenyevich.

- Allow me. - Thank you.

- It's heavy. - It's a long journey.

What will you say if someone asks you where you're going?

I'll ask you to say it's yours.

That is, if you don't mind. - Of course.

So, all of you, gentlemen,

played poker at Mr. Mitskevich's on the 17th.

I raise you.

Mr. Turchaninov was also with us.

I'll see you. - I'll see you.

I know that.

What time did the game end?

- I'll see you. - So will I.

- It was late when we left. - Around 1 a.m.

I raise you.

Gentlemen, please, think back, this is important.

Did Mr. Turchaninov leave the table that night?

We all did from time to time,

even if for a short while.

That I understand.

Anyone could step out for a few minutes but

perhaps he was absent for a much longer period of time?

I fold.

No, as far as I remember, Turchaninov

didn't step out for long.

Our host, however, did miss one hand.

How long was he away? - About 30 minutes.

I'm in.

I too stepped out of the room at that time and I heard

Aleksandr arguing with his daughter on the second floor.

He shouted that he wouldn't tolerate it.

Oh, and he threatened to kick somebody out of the house.

He was pale when he got back to the table,

and his hands were slightly trembling.

But he was fine soon, he calmed down.

I raise you, gentlemen.

Thank you, gentlemen, you have been a great help.

Aren't you going to finish the hand?

Indeed, Mr. Shtolman.

Royal flush.* (*Ahem.)

Have a nice day, gentlemen.

Sir!

Hello, Arseniy.

Is this your house? - Yes, it is.

- Do you live here alone? - Yes.

Do you mind if we look around?

Sure.

Search the house.

Well, Arseniy, where were you the night before last?

Here, at home.

Can anyone confirm it?

No.

That's not good, Senya, not good.

You don't live so well. The fence is crooked,

the gate is all flimsy...

I'll fix it!

Here, sire, we have found this behind the stove.

Whose is this?

Mine, I was cutting up a calf.

A calf?

Or maybe you cut off people's heads?

Maybe you do? - No!

Take him to the precinct.

One spoon, there, good boy...

I don't understand any of this.

What are you doing? Get up.

She says, "You're a miracle worker."

You saved my son. How do I thank you?

There's no need.

Listen to me: your son is ill, his illness is called epilepsy.

But he can live with it, you just have to keep treating him.

You will take him to doctor regularly and I'll give you his medicine now.

We'll do everything, we'll do everything as you said.

Here, take this.

One tablespoon of this medicine, three times a day.

Do you understand? - Yes.

Thank you. May God protect you.

God protect you.

Stop it...

You have a nice boy, he's a sweet one.

- Here, take this, it's all we have-- - Are you crazy? Put it away!

Stop it. Take your boy and treat him. Put this away.

If you don't want money, tell us what you want, we'll give anything!

No need. Take the boy, treat him and bring him back in a week. All right?

Come here...

Heart of gold!

Heart of gold... You saved my son!

Let me read your fortune!

No need.

All women in our family read fortune well! - Really, there's no need.

- Let me-- - No need, just take your boy--

Let me do it, you saved my son... You saved my son!

I'll tell you only the truth. - All right...

You are facing a choice.

If you choose poorly,

you will ruin your entire life.

Think a hundred times.

I have.

What do you want from me? They are free now!

My murderer is out there.

Help them find him.

What so I do? Where do I look for him?

The map will tell you the truth.

What map?

What map?!

So, you found a bloodied shirt and an axe in his house?

Yes, as well as grain and animals stolen from the Cheremis.

He isn't confessing to the murder yet,

but I think he'll sing a different tune after he's spent some time in the cell.

Were you able to find out anything?

The players confirmed that Turchaninov

didn't leave the card table,

but Mitskevich did leave the room.

One of them heard him arguing with his daughter

and shouting that he would kick somebody out of the house.

He was absent from the room for about half hour.

This is enough time for him to have a row with his daughter,

reach the grove and kill Kuzmin.

Suppose he committed the murder out of irresistible impulse, and then--

And then he went back to the crime scene

and cut the poor man's head off

to disguise the murder as a ritual killing.

Horrendous.

This is a plausible theory. We should go to Mitskevich right now.

What an extremely depraved woman...

Maria Timofeyevna, I'm sorry to have come without--

Aleksey Yegorovich.

You...

You look... quite bold today.

Do you like it?

You are driving me mad...

Please, just one kiss--

Dearest Aleksey Yegorovich, I have just applied lipstick.

I am also in a hurry.

You're leaving? Where to?

I am expected at the photographer's studio.

I need to have my portrait taken for the frontispiece of the novel.

And I have to look spectacular.

So, the lipstick is for the photograph?

But of course.

Very well, I'll wait for you.

We should go through Chapter 22 one more time.

Oh, I'm afraid it won't be possible today.

It will be late when I get back

and I will be completely worn out.

Posing is so exhausting.

Oh, here is Domna! My dear,

put the flowers in a vase

and offer Aleksey Yegorovich tea. - Yes, ma'am.

My dear friend.

I'll be waiting for you... tomorrow.

Tea, sir?

Yes, it's true.

I did have a row with Olga that evening.

I demanded that she end

her relationship with Kuzmin immediately.

Why were you so dead set against their marriage?

I'll admit, I liked Yevgeny Lvovich at first.

Until one evening,

when we got to talking politics.

Who did he turn out to be?

A Narodnik?

I could have dealt with that. No, worse,

he turned out to be an admirer of Marx,

a Social Democrat, as he put it.

He went on to explain to me

the inevitability of the revolution and abolishment of autocracy.

Knowing that, how could I

bless his and Olenka's union?

And you went to Kuzmin to kick him out?

Yes.

I wanted to demand that he leave my house at once.

I went to see him in the annex,

but he wasn't there.

So, I got back to the game.

And now, gentlemen, please leave me and excuse me.

I would like to rest.

Of course.

But allow me to ask you one more question.

The right leg of your trousers is torn.

Are these the trousers you were wearing at the game?

Yes, they are.

Then will you please recall where you tore them?

Please, sit down, my dear.

Does your mistress leave the house often these days?

More often than she used to, yes.

Perhaps you know where she goes?

How would I know? She doesn't tell me.

Perhaps she has other admirers

and she goes to meet with them?

That I don't know, sir.

All I can say is that Maria Timofeyevna has no shortage of admirers.

She must get letters from admirers from all over Russia.

But I don't know if she is seeing someone or not.

...nunc est rex.

What does it mean?

"Who was once a frog is now a king."

Look at him guzzle it. - Don't overfeed him.

Careful with your finger, he might bite!

I think.

Mr. Korobeinikov!

You have arrested my friend Mitskevich. On what grounds?!

Well, first of all, Mr. Turchaninov,

let's not use this tone of voice.

Second of all, Mitskevich is charged with the murder

of Mr. Kuzmin. - This is nonsense!

Sasha couldn't have killed him,

I told you, I spent the entire evening with him!

You lied.

You couldn't have been unaware that Mr. Mitskevich

left the card table at least for half hour.

All evidence is against your friend.

We found a piece of fabric of his trousers at the crime scene.

Look...

I must see him.

- This can't be done. - Oh stop it!

What harm would it do?

I'll talk to him and--

He hasn't confessed yet, has he?

No, I don't think it will do any harm, Anton Andreyevich.

Take Mr. Turchaninov to the arrestee.

Come with me.

I don't understand you, Yakov Platonovich.

Do you doubt his guilt?

I too find it difficult to imagine

Mr. Mitskevich cutting off the poor ethnographer's head,

but the facts!

- For Mr. Korobeinikov from Miss Mironova. - Thank you.

Anton Andreyevich...

We must find some geographical map.

It will point us to the murderer.

Aleksey Petrovich?

I came as soon as I heard.

Don't worry, I'll get you out of here.

I made a mistake.

I should have told them right away that I met with Yevgeny that evening,

and that we had words...

Nobody believes me now.

They think it was I who murdered him!

But it isn't true.

I'm sure you'll be acquitted.

Poor Olga... What will become of her now?

Kuzmin is dead, I am under arrest...

Yes, yes, I too worry about her state of mind.

Alyosha, what do I do? What do I do now?

Leave town.

Sell the estate and leave town.

When the dust settles, you'll have no peace here.

Who will even want to buy it after everything?!

I'll find a buyer.

You'll have to cut the price down but--

Do it!

If I am convicted,

at least Olga will have money,

she will be able to leave and start a new life.

Please, Aleksey Petrovich,

support her in this dark hour!

You can count on me.

What a magical melody...

Who is the singer?

I don't remember her name.

You don't mind, do you?

I don't like this aria.

As you wish.

It makes me melancholic

and I don't want to feel sad when I am with you.

When we last had dinner together,

you were asking me about the Cathars. Why?

Because those two have taken to coming to me in my dreams.

Guillaume Belibaste, the last of the heretics,

and his lady friend.

Anna, you are never boring.

What do they want from you?

They tell me their story.

It seems these two were madly in love with each other.

Until the day they died.

I know...

that your soul speaks to you through dead people's images.

But allow me to voice a speculation.

You yourself long for love

with every part of you.

But you are afraid of that for some reason.

Why don't you let yourself go?

What are you risking?

Andrey Petrovich...

You promised to be just my friend.

I am your friend, your most loyal and devoted friend.

You can't forbid me to wish for more.

Andrey Petrovich, forgive me, I know it's my own fault.

I tormented you, I didn't know what I wanted, I'm sorry.

You have indeed been a friend to me all this time.

You speak as if this is the last time you'll see me.

I should go.

Here is the atlas, gentlemen.

It looks like all your lands are marked here.

Yes.

Is this your father's handwriting?

Yes. It looks like it.

Look at this, Anton Andreyevich.

All neighboring lands are marked as bought by someone.

And, judging by the dates, bought last year and the year before last.

Did your father get offers to sell the estate?

I think so. But Dad wouldn't.

And now, even if he wants to,

no one will buy it after what happened here.

Is something the matter, Miss Mitskevich?

That man again...

I have seen him before,

he keeps wandering around our house.

Freeze! Police!

You tramp, what were you doing here?

Why are you hanging around here? Who are you?

Answer me! - Wait!

This is Yevgeny's watch!

Where did you get this watch?

You murdered him, you!

Miss, Miss!

Take him to the precinct!

Allow me.

Ladies and gentlemen.

What I want to say is...

Our esteemed Ivan Yevgenyevich is leaving us.

It feels as if he had just arrived in our town

and now he is leaving already.

We'll be lost without you, my good man! - Stop it, Aleksandr Franzevich.

The only thing that reconciles me with his departure is

that the new mission awaiting him

is important, necessary and noble.

Let us all together wish Ivan Yevgenyevich

every success in his new endeavor.

Here's to you, Ivan Yevgenyevich. - Thank you, Aleksandr Franzevich.

Now, as the old Russian tradition demands,

you too must say a few words.

Well, since the tradition demands it, all right, I will. First of all,

don't cry for me. Especially you.

And second...

It was such a pleasure

to come and find here, in a small town,

so many people truly devoted to their work.

I am proud to have worked with you, you have taught me a lot.

Still, Doctor, aren't you a little afraid to go to Turkestan?

Cholera is raging there.

Well, this is why I'm going there.

We must fight evil, no matter what form it may take.

Here's to you!

Here's to you!

This watch belonged to Yevgeny Kuzmin.

Where did you get it?

I took it off a corpse.

What corpse? Where did you find it?

Just a regular corpse, it was lying in the woods.

Did that corpse have a head?

I don't know... I took it off the hand.

I see.

Tell you what, my dear friend.

Either you tell me all the truth right now

or you will be prosecuted for a ritual murder.

What is that ritual thing?

The prosecutor will explain it to you.

And believe me, you won't be sitting in jail.

They'll hang you. String you right up.

Here are all the documents on the case in question.

Let's take a look, shall we, sir?

Of course.

The bill of sales for Volovyi Luzhki*, (*"Ox Meadow")

the plot adjacent to Mr. Mitskevich's land

on the south.

Acquired two years ago by a Mr. Bezhin.

Further... The village of Bolshiye Kotly*, (*"Big Cauldrons")

on the north,

acquired a year and a half ago by...

Apparently, by the same buyer.

May I?

So, it turns out that

all land around Mitskevich's estate have been bought by the same man?

That appears to be the case.

Could you check? There may be other documents

related to that Bezhin.

Certainly sir. But this will take some time, I'm afraid.

It's all right, I'll wait.

As you wish.

Do you confess to the murder then?

I do.

I was given money to do this, what's his name...

- Ethnographer? - Yeah. To do him in.

Who gave you money?

Don't know his name.

We met in the grove.

He says, like,

the young fella will be coming through here in the evening, you do him in.

And he gives me money.

Like advance pay.

Good, go on.

Well, I hide with my knife in the grove by the road, I wait.

It gets dark and I hear

someone coming.

I'm about to get to it and then I hear

someone else running from another direction. - Who?

Don't know.

The voice sounded old.

He starts shouting, demanding

from that gentleman to move out,

to leave his daughter alone... - What happened next?

Next, nothing, the old man stops shouting, leaves,

I do that fella in.

And then you took the watch off his hand. - Right.

Jesus Christ...

What were you doing by the Mitskeviches' house?

Well, I wasn't paid my money, was I? Only that advance pay.

And I saw that

my customer show up there,

so I wanted to meet him there,

to see him alone. - I see.

I found it, sir!

Here you go.

What is this?

Mr. Bezhin's application to build a new sawmill.

There are only two sawmill facilities

in our governorate, Mr. judicial investigator.

Both were built in the Middle Ages

and operate at quarter-capacity.

So, this is profitable business, who builds a new sawmill--

...will become incredibly rich, you are right.

However, Bezhin can't do without Mr. Mitskevich's land

on which the timber grows.

I believe he needs it desperately.

Thank you, this is valuable information.

Now we only need to find out who that Bezhin is.

I'm afraid I can't help you with that,

this is a job for the police.

We'll figure it out.

Anna, I'm so glad to see you!

Hello. - Hello.

I've come to say goodbye.

I'm going away.

Going away? But where?

I can't tell you.

And nobody can know that I'm leaving.

Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

I'll write to you when I get there.

I'll be waiting for your letter.

Goodbye.

I have never had a friend like you.

We will meet again, won't we?

Of course, we will.

When I get back, everything will be different.

You will be married, you will be happy.

You will forget the past.

Give my love to Anton Andreyevich.

Of course.

Anna, wait.

Take this book. You might need it on the road.

Right, Bezhin...

Bezhin Nikolai, Bezhin Nikifor, Bezhin Ivan...

Bezhin, Bezhin, Bezhin, well...

There are about 30 Bezhins, at the very least.

It's all right, Anton Andreyevich, hopefully, we'll be done by morning.

Yeah... Bezhin, Aleksey Petrovich...

This sounds familiar. Aleksey Petrovich...

Father: Bezhin, Pyotr Alekseyevich.

Mother: Aglaia Pavlovna Turchaninova.

Turchaninova.

The surname is from his father,

and the nobility is from his mother.

Folder No 14.

Due to the cessation of the family in the male line,

Mr. Aleksey Petrovich Bezhin has the Imperial permission

to henceforth bear the surname

of Turchaninov, after his mother.

The permission was granted a year ago.

Sly old fox...

He bought the lands as Bezhin, then pretended to be Turchaninov

as of he had nothing to do with it.

Do you think it was him?

No doubt. Have him brought here at once!

Will do.

Guess whom I have seen today walking out of the church.

Let me think.

Well, don't keep me in suspense.

Our nihilist Skriabin.

What was he there for?

He was there for a certificate of confession.

And he needs the certificate to marry.

I wonder who the bride is.

Can't you guess?

Anna Viktorovna?

Let's go to our house.

Your accusation is ridiculous, gentlemen.

Apparently, the investigation had come to a dead end.

I don't see anything funny here.

You needed Mitskevich's land to build the sawmill.

And you planned on getting it by marrying Olga.

But she rejected you, she fell in love for another man, it happens.

You weren't going to give up and decide to kill two birds with one stone:

to get rid of the rival and stage a horrible ritual killing,

after which the land would be yours for a song.

Gentlemen...

You have completely forgotten about my alibi.

I didn't go anyway at the time the poor Kuzmin was being murdered.

It was you who murdered him.

By proxy.

And when the game was over, you went to the woods,

found the body and, with these hands,

cut his head off.

You put it on the red rock,

next to the symbol that was to point us to the Cheremis.

Only you didn't get the symbol right.

The sun moves from east to west.

Not the another way around.

You have no proof!

Bring the man here.

Good God, I can't believe it.

I should have been wary

when she gave up her idea so easily.

Ma'am! Anna Viktorovna's things are missing.

And I found this behind the mirror.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I am marrying Mr. Skriabin

and leaving for Turkestan with him.

Don't bear me ill will.

I love you. Your Anna.

Oh God, you were right.

Gentlemen...

Please, do something.

Stop her if it's not too late, gentlemen...

We'll do everything in our power.

Take care of your mistress. Let's go.

Gentlemen, I'm begging you, stop her...

Stop her, gentlemen...

Is this the man who paid you to murder Yevgeny Kuzmin?

Yes.

Go.

Congratulations, gentlemen,

my most sincere congratulations.

To solve such a tricky case in three days...

We aim to please, Nikolai Vasilievich.

But I'll take my leave, gentlemen, if you don't mind.

I have business to attend to today.

Of course...

only what business is that, at this time of night?

My secret is my prisoner.

If I let it slip from my tongue, I am its prisoner.

Or do you think I can't have personal business?

Well, if it's personal, don't let me keep you.

Oh, and you know...

I am pleased, very pleased to hear it from you.

I have wanted to hear it for a long time.

- Good night, gentlemen. - Good night.

I should have guessed

that Korobeinikov found a lady friend.

You must have heard something, Yakov Platonovich.

Tell me.

I must disappoint you.

Anton Andreyevich doesn't let me in on his secrets.

Oh, right, right...

He should start thinking about a new apartment.

Because I know how it's going to be.

He'll come to me and say, "Chief,

I wish to marry."

And the newlyweds end up with nowhere to live.

So, Yakov Platonovich,

if you find out anything, let me know.

Well, here's to you!

Gentlemen.

What is the matter?

Mr. Tregubov,

my niece has been abducted.

What did you say?

Have you promised yourself to any other bride?

I have not, Father.

Have you promised yourself to any other husband?

I have not.

I must say, gentlemen, I am confused.

Whoever it is Anna Viktorovna decided to marry,

the police has no right to stop her.

We believe she has been abducted by this Skriabin.

But you said she had left a letter for the family.

This doesn't matter right now.

We must take action and detain both of them.

Did you go to the hospital?

Yes. They say they saw Anna

getting on a carriage about an hour ago.

They are bound to go to St. Petersburg but

first to a church.

Where in Zatonsk can a couple be secretly wed?

Well, secretly... there is a church on the outskirts of the town.

Father Amvrosiy there shows understanding to those

who wish to marry without their parents' blessing.

But I have no right to send officers there!

Anna Viktorovna is of age!

If you wish to display your integrity, we'll do without you.

My authority will be enough.

Gentlemen, are you with me?

Yes, yes...

The servant of God Ioann is betrothed

to the servant of God Anna.

In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

The servant of God Anna is betrothed

to the servant of God Ioann.

In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Stop, Father!

THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN

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