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Do know of any reason

that this couple should not be wed?

I do.

No, it's a lie!

There is no such reason, I want to marry of my own will.

Go on, Father.

Miss Mironova, I am arresting you

by the power of judicial investigator.

What for? On what grounds?

On the charges of false prophecies and demonstration of false miracles.

This is just vile.

This is despicable.

Shtolman, what do you think you're doing?

Yes, Yakov Platonovich, you are going too far.

Well...

I would love to stay and

watch the rest of your show,

but I don't have the time to spare.

Goodbye, Anna Viktorovna.

Don't abandon me.

I'm sorry, I can't help you now.

You are under arrest.

Please follow me.

Episode 33 THE OTHER WOMAN

Anton Andreyevich, wake up!

Anton Andreyevich.

- Pelageia Ivanovna? - You look surprised.

I-- I must say, I feel like I was out like a light...

Well, this is not surprising.

We're together now...

Together to our dying day.

As you wish, Anton Andreyevich.

Your breakfast.

Lovely.

I still can't believe it.

What now...

- Who is it? - It's me.

- "Me" who? - Officer Chernyshov, sir.

What is it?

Miss Mironova wanted to marry

and leave town with that new doctor,

what's-his-name...

- Skriabin? - Yes, sir.

Only Mr. Shtolman stopped them

and arrested Miss Mironova.

I see. Anything else?

I'll be at the precinct in 30 minutes. - Yes, sir.

- Did you hear the news? - Yes.

When will Shtolman stop interfering with Anna's personal life

and leave her alone?

Yes. The accusation is ridiculous, just completely out of line.

But I'm sure Yakov Platonovich will say

that he did it for Anna Viktorovna's sake,

to protect her from Krutin, so to speak.

I think it would be safer for Anna

to get married and leave this town.

Anna Viktorovna and Ivan Yevgenyevich...

Who would have thought.

Tell me, Anton Andreyevich...

Do you have feelings for Anna?

Why do you say that?

Don't you believe me?

Perhaps you don't believe in my love?

The only thing I dream of is

devoting every minute of my life

to you

and your happiness, Pelageia.

You told the officer you would be there in half an hour.

Do you want to have breakfast?

My angel.

There.

You overpaid for electricity after all.

Where do you think you're going?

I'm going for a walk or shopping, I'm not sure yet.

You are prohibited from leaving the house.

I'm not going to comply with this stupid prohibition.

Anna!

You have to understand.

You are under arrest.

It's a house arrest, but an arrest all the same.

Which means you have no right to leave this house,

maintain correspondence...

I have vouched for you.

You don't want to go to jail, do you?

This is absurd.

Nobody's going to put me in jail.

Trust me, it will happen.

The charges against you are very serious.

This is completely ridiculous!

Do you think I don't understand why you both are so law-abiding?!

You are so happy

because Shtolman stopped me from leaving!

I will run away from you anyway!

I will find a way and I will escape this prison!

I never thought I would ever say this

but I'm grateful to Shtolman.

So am I.

Although God knows he doesn't deserve it.

Mironova didn't do anyone any harm!

- Let her go! - Satrap! Oppressor!

- I say disperse, now! - Mr. Shtolman, aren't you ashamed of yourself?

- That's right! - Let me through.

No, dear sir, I represent the public

so kindly answer me!

On what grounds did you open a case against Anna Viktorovna?

Who filed a complaint against her?

Mr. Rebushinsky, you will get all explanations in due time.

Dear sir, it's the 19th century!

Satrap! Inquisitor!

Nikolai Vasilievich, good morning.

Yakov Platonovich...

I have always thought of you as a complicated and controversial but

decent person.

I wouldn't want to pry...

but I think you used to care about Anna Viktorovna.

Rest assured, I still care about her.

Then what on earth got into you?

What is this ridiculous, pointless arrest for?

Of course, I'm not your boss and I can't demand explanations,

but I am an official figure and have the right to know.

Very well, I'm going to explain everything to you.

Very good... (I.A. TIMOFEYEV PHOTOSTUDIO)

Ma'am, turn your chin a little to the right, please.

Like that, yes-- stop!

Smile, please. You have a most charming smile.

Very good. Sir...

Please, look at your wife with adoration.

Just don't lower your eyelids.

Like that. And the last touch.

Hand in hand.

Very good.

How much longer? My feet have fallen asleep.

Jean, be patient. I want to have a wedding photo.

And you are absolutely right.

Life is short, and art is long.

Now, don't move...

Smile...

I'm taking the picture.

That's it.

I think the photograph will be magnificent.

You know, your pictures are much better than Mr. Beliayev's.

I'm sure that Mr. Beliayev is an excellent photographer,

but his equipment is absolutely obsolete.

Is it true that you studied the art of photography in Paris?

Utter nonsense.

I studied in London.

- Did you see the Queen? - As clearly as I see you, ma'am.

My mentor, Mr. Robertson,

took Her Majesty's ceremonial portrait.

A portrait of the Queen herself! Incredible!

Yes, yes.

Well, the photographs will be ready in a few days.

Thank you for coming. - Thank you.

Are you saying

that this devil incarnate is out for--

Yes, and as long as he is on the loose, she is in danger.

You're not making this up, are you?

All I know is that you

stopped the young lady from marrying a good man.

Do you by any chance suspect him?

No.

I made inquiries about him.

I couldn't allow Anna Viktorovna to leave with him and put her life in danger.

I think you are being disingenuous, Yakov Platonovich.

I have just disobeyed my orders

by telling you about Krutin.

Anton Andreyevich knows everything.

You trust him, don't you?

Oh, I see.

Anton Andreyevich knows everything.

Krutin nearly killed him.

I had to tell him the truth.

Oh, here is Vanya.

I'm sorry, my dear friends, yes, I'm late!

I'm late! A last-minute job.

Mashenka.

Yevgeny.

Good to see you.

You know, it feels like

nobody in this town has ever had their photograph taken.

- Let's have a drink! - But where is Lenochka?

Oh, Lenochka...

Lenochka is unwell, she has a migraine.

But she sends her apologies

and says that she misses you very much and promises to see you very soon.

That's too bad. We have missed you very much.

Yes.

Vanechka, how have you been here?

How do you find this little town?

Just a town like any other, nothing special.

But we have settled in completely.

And you know what?

It's so nice to live in your own house.

Be careful not to get too attached to this house, Ivan.

You won't stay in it long.

Yes, yes, "do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth".

I remember.

Let's drink!

Yes, Zhenya, let's!

You know, I missed you so much--

you too, Mashenka.

Well, tell me what's going on in Moscow.

- Oh, Moscow... - Moscow is brilliant-- - Mr. Timofeyev, if I may.

Excuse me.

Has something happened?

Yes, there has been an accident.

There was a fire near your house.

Oh God...

I'm sorry, I--

I must leave you, I'm sorry!

Where is he going?

Gentlemen, please, let me through!

That's my laboratory, you don't understand!

That's my laboratory, I need to get in!

There are photographs there,

don't you understand, there are valuable photographs there!

Miss Mironova, I am arresting you

by the power of judicial investigator

on the charges of false prophecies and demonstration of false miracles.

Is that my wife?

She isn't in the house.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

The body is... well, you see it yourself, it's badly burnt.

It can't be identified right now.

Let's wait for the medical report,

perhaps this is a servant. - Impossible.

We didn't employ servants, it's relics of the past.

Lenochka was alone in the house.

Where were you?

I was at the restaurant, meeting our Moscow friends.

Lena was supposed to go, too,

but she got a headache.

I see.

What could she be doing in the shed?

Our laboratory is in there.

Lena often helped me develop plates... and print photographs.

The firemen established that the fire started inside the shed.

Flames spread instantaneously.

You kept chemicals there, didn't you?

Yes.

If the fire spread to them...

they could have exploded.

It looks like that's what happened.

Here, sir.

The lock from the shed. The door burned down, but this is iron.

The door was unlocked. Why didn't she run out?

Maybe she choked in the smoke and couldn't make it.

Sir, over here!

What now?

This is a nightmare...

God, why do I have to make all decisions--

...on my own? I'm so sick of this...

Annette, come on, you can't do this, you've startled me.

I need your help, Uncle.

Right.

Can you give this letter to Andrey Petrovich?

- To whom? - To Kliuyev.

Yes, I know I can't correspond with anyone.

That's why I'm asking for your help.

Do you want to make me your accomplice?

Uncle...

could at least you stop playing this stupid game, please?

My dear child... I don't know,

you scared the hell out of us

with what you did.

Don't you think you should understand?

You almost bound yourself to God knows whom

and went away to-- to Turkestan!

Well, I don't know if I should grant any request of yours at all,

let alone this-- Seriously.

Open and read it, I'm not going to hide anything.

Great, now you've lost your mind too.

I never read other people's letters.

I have enough correspondence of my own.

Zakataikin keeps writing-- - Uncle, please - This tax and that tax--

Uncle, I'm begging you,

please, just give this letter to Andrey Petrovich.

Please... - Annette.

Annette!

Anna!

Oh God...

Oh God.

God...

It looks like your wife wasn't alone.

I don't understand.

I don't understand how this could happen.

Someone might have come to see her in your absence.

No...

She didn't have any acquaintances.

We have been in Zatonsk only a month.

Anton Andreyevich, Anton Andreyevich!

- You have something to tell me, my dear? - Oh yes!

Someone visited her, a man! - A man?

What did he look like?

Oh, it was dark, I couldn't see his face.

But he was her lover, I'm telling you.

Why do you say that?

Who else?

Not the first time I see him here.

The husband goes out,

the wife sneaks into the shed in the evening, and then her lover follows her in.

And this wasn't the first time, was it?

I knew I didn't like her right away for a reason!

Her uncle left her the house and money,

and she didn't even come to his funeral

Take the bodies to the hospital!

Thank you, my dear.

Go home.

YE.K. BELIAYEV PHOTOSTUDIO

Good morning, Yegor Kuzmich!

Did you hear about the fire at Timofeyev's?

Of course I did. The entire town is buzzing about it.

What a tragedy. (newspaper: ZATONSK TELEGRAPH)

But it's good for our studio!

How do you mean?

Well, his laboratory has burned down.

He won't be able to work anymore.

What are you getting at?

That it benefits me?

Do you perhaps mean that it was me who set the fire?

No! I didn't mean anything like that!

Or maybe...

it was you who did it?

Young people these days love

blowing up things they don't like!

It wasn't me!

Watch it.

So, you're saying that both bodies have burned down to the bones?

Did the shed flare up like that?

This Timofeyev set up a laboratory there,

and some chemicals must have exploded.

It took the firemen some time to get there, then some more time to start putting the fire out...

The governor was told so many times that the fire brigade must be enhanced!

But this turkey-cock won't move a finger until his own estate burns down--

Wait. Do you believe this was a murder?

I'm sure that Timofeyeva was receiving her lover.

Of course, the husband pretended to look surprised when he saw two dead bodies but

I'm sure he knew.

Even a neighbor knew that Timofeyeva was seeing some man.

How exactly could he have done it?

A time bomb.

Or... or he mixed chemicals,

having calculated first when the reaction would happen and boom!--

...an explosion.

Yegor Kuzmich!

What do you want now?

Well... Maybe you should take advantage of the situation after all?

In what way?

Well, I don't know... Renovate the studio or maybe

buy new equipment.

You know what kind of camera Timofeyev has!

Photography, my dear boy, is an art.

Writing with light.

I know this art.

Unlike Timofeyev.

Yes, come in.

My most sincere condolences, Ivan Andreyevich.

Such a tragedy.

But I'm sure that your talent will overcome everything.

Yegor Kuzmich, please, help me out.

As you know, my laboratory has burned down,

and I urgently need to develop these plates and print the photographs.

I wouldn't want to let my clients down and I thought--

I understand, I understand.

Don't worry, I'll do everything.

Thank you. Here, please, take--

No, no, sir, please, put your money away.

I won't charge you for anything.

Camphor! And an oxygen bag to that one.

- Aleksandr Franzevich! - What is it you want?

Two corpses were brought to you last night.

I wanted to know if the reports were ready.

Of course they aren't. You can see I'm doing rounds, can't you?

Your corpses can wait.

I'm afraid this is a matter of some urgency.

Yakov Platonovich, Skriabin has left,

Anna Viktorovna is under house arrest, on your instructions, by the way.

I am working on my own here!

Do you understand it? - I understand.

If you do understand, don't demand I do the impossible!

What if I allow Anna Viktorovna to come back to the hospital?

Well, you do that and then we'll talk.

Lenochka and I have been friends since Bestuzhev Courses*. (*One of the first women's higher education institutions in Russia)

And we met Ivan Andreyevich, her husband,

when they returned to St. Petersburg from London.

- From London? - From London.

Ivan studied photography there,

and Yelena often visited the city,

because her parents were devotees of the doctrine.

Excuse me, what doctrine?

The doctrine is the light of truth.

It's the teachings of Madame Blavatsky.

She founded the Theosophical School in London. You must have heard of it.

Yelena's parents were her followers.

Not just followers, but closest associates.

- I'm sorry. - Yes.

And Madame Blavatsky has mentored Yelena since she was a child.

She believed Yelena had a strong spiritual...

- Ability. - Ability!

A spiritual ability.

These mystic societies sprout like mushrooms after the rain,

it's unbelievable.

And Yelena Ilyinichna's husband, did he share

her devotion to this doctrine of yours?

- Of course! - Of course! Otherwise--

she wouldn't have married him.

Only a like-minded person could become her husband.

I see.

Right... So-- All right.

So they lived in perfect harmony, did they?

And did Yelena also fully share

her husband's passion for photography?

- For photography? - Yes, for photography.

Not at all.

At least Lenochka never told me about it.

Has she ever mentioned her lover?

What?

Was she have a propensity for adultery?

This is--

It's a lie and a slander!

This is--

Who told you a thing like this?!

Lenochka was a different breed.

A lover!

How vulgar!

- Good day! - Good day.

Mironova!

Good day!

It's Mironova...

This is the waiting room. You can't go in there.

Stay here.

They have an officer guarding her.

How horrible...

Oh, Anna Viktorovna, good of you to come.

- Good day, Doctor. - Good day. Sit and start seeing the patients.

I need to do an urgent autopsy.

Another murder?

No, two bodies were found at the site of a fire,

one too many, as I understand. - What do you mean, one too many?

Well, I thought there had been one person in the house,

but two burned.

Where was that fire?

Where? It's the talk of Zatonsk,

at a photographer's last night. Haven't you heard?

Unfortunately, Doctor, in the last few days,

I had no opportunity to get the local news.

Yes, you're right...

Yakov Platonovich treated you outrageously, to say the least.

Well, at least he didn't burn me in the square, like in the Middle Ages.

See, it all worked out for the best.

Where have you been?

I expected you for lunch. The food has gone cold.

I'm sorry, I was held back.

You disappear all the time, you're never at home.

You left me here alone, turned me into a servant.

I used to at least get paid for it.

Lizonka, please, don't start.

"Don't start"...

You try staring at the walls all day long.

You told me we would go out,

go to concerts and theaters...

And what did you actually do?

You locked me in a cage, where I never see the light of day.

Why are you doing this to me?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Lizonka, guilty as charged.

I promise we'll go somewhere soon, very soon.

I swear.

You smell like perfume.

Good gracious, what are you talking about?

Are you going to take me for an idiot?

Are you going to fool around behind my back and dump me?

No chance.

Yakov Platonovich, if Madame Timofeyeva

did have a lover, as you say,

then she clearly didn't spend the last moments of her life with him.

What do you mean, Doctor?

Both these bodies are female.

I always find your sense of humor endearing.

Are you sure?

Yakov Platonovich,

I think I'm capable of telling a female skeleton from a male one!

So, which one of them is Timofeyeva?

That's the most difficult question.

The thing is...

these are two female bodies of approximately the same age and height.

Both had good teeth:

no implants or fillings.

I don't know which one is Timofeyeva.

One thing I can be sure of is

both were married.

I'm glad that you're feeling better.

My cough isn't that bad anymore,

all thanks to you, Anna Viktorovna.

Continue taking the prescribed mixture.

Thank you.

Tell the next patient to come in.

Andrey Petrovich.

Anna Viktorovna, I have received your letter.

Should I believe my luck?

Yes.

I will marry you.

Please accept this ring.

What a beautiful stone.

It's a Ceylon ruby.

I have wanted for so long

to see it on your hand.

May I?

Andrey Petrovich.

I swear I will be a faithful wife to you, but please,

don't demand a great feeling from me.

And please...

take me away from this town as soon as possible.

I know that your consent is warranted by the circumstances.

But I promise you that you will not regret your decision.

Your wish is my command.

We will marry immediately and leave.

Is one of you the wife of the poor photographer?

Really? So, what do you want?

What does this mean?

I must say I'm surprised you agreed

to have dinner with me like a bachelor, just like that, out of the blue.

As far as I remember, Liza is an amazing cook.

Not anymore.

She believes cooking is beneath her.

I see.

I don't want to be a noble lady,

I want to be the mistress of the sea*... (*see Pushkin, "The Tale of a Fisherman and the Golden Fish")

They are all like this.

Hire a servant. - Petya...

I made a terrible mistake.

An irreparable one.

Are you saying this because she

stopped making shchi* for you? (*Russian cabbage soup that is not borscht)

She and I are completely different.

So, would you like to

part ways with her?

But how, Petya?

How is it possible?

She fell in love with me.

She put her trust in me.

She agreed to live with me openly.

No, Pyotr.

This is my cross now.

My cross to bear for the rest of my life.

You know, Victor,

I think I can rid you of this heavy burden.

Just trust me.

My good man!

More anise vodka, please, like the first time.

How is this possible, Mr. Timofeyev?

You are a photographer

and yet you never took pictures of your wife?

Well, Lena didn't like being photographed.

She believed that each photograph

steals a part of the person's soul.

But that never prevented her from helping you in the laboratory.

No, it didn't.

She believed that every person

is free to do whatever they think right.

You still can't imagine

who the second woman could be?

There's a gentlemen trying to get in, he says it's about the Timofeyeva case.

Call him in.

Good day to you, Messrs. Policemen.

I was told you were investigating Madame Timofeyeva's death.

Do you have something to tell us regarding this case?

I am willing to answer any of your questions.

And you can tell me what I should do to claim my inheritance.

- What? - I must say,

I know nothing about this procedure.

What inheritance?

Here you go.

The last will and testament of the deceased.

In this will...

Yelena Ilyinichna bequeaths

all her movable and immovable assets

to Irisov... Pavel Viktorovich.

Yes, that is I.

How dare you? This is a forgery, gentlemen!

Not at all.

The document is properly drawn

and signed by Yelena Ilyinichna personally.

I have her letters.

You too, I suppose, must have a sample of her handwriting.

After all, she recently entered upon inheritance after her uncle's death.

Am I right?

What is your relation to Madame Timofeyeva?

She and I loved each other.

You said you had her letters.

Did she perhaps give you her photographs as well?

Stop it.

Can't you see the man is a crook?!

The police will deal with this, Ivan Andreyevich, don't worry.

Well? - Of course, I have Yelena's photo.

I always carry it with me.

Close to the heart.

She was completely free of prejudice.

Don't you dare!

Don't you dare speak of my wife's like this!

- Gentlemen! Gentlemen! - Don't you dare! Don't you dare!

- What's going on, gentlemen?! - Control yourselves!

Maintain decorum.

Is this your wife?

Yes.

There now, I'm glad we have cleared it up.

There were two corpses in the shed.

What?

There were two

corpses in the shed.

You haven't been told, have you?

Gentlemen.

Stop! Stop!

Stop, where are you going?! Stop!

Stop!

So, you're not from these parts, Mr. Irisov...

Where do you live?

In Moscow.

Is that where you met Madame Timofeyeva?

Yes. Six months ago.

Did you visit her in Zatonsk?

When was the last time?

I understand: you want to know where I was on the day of her death.

In Moscow, in my apartment, with my friends.

They all will confirm it.

I can give you their names and addresses.

You certainly will, but first tell us about Yelena Ilyinichna.

What sort of person was she?

She was fun and full of life.

She loved to eat well and she adored dancing.

Dancing?

How about philosophy?

Spiritual quests?

As far as we're aware, she was a member of the Theosophical Society.

Did she ever mention the name of Blavatsky?

Never heard it before. Is that a relative of hers?

No... You betrayed me...

You betrayed...

He is a scumbag...

A complete scumbag...

Well? How is our patient doing?

He is delirious.

That's understandable, that's the effect of the concussion.

But I'm sure that the prognosis is good in general.

Yes, Doctor. He got off surprisingly easy. [Dirt.]

We're going to watch him for a while.

Watch...

You... watching me...

So this is your husband?

Mine.

No, mine!

You again...

No... No, please, don't--

You toad! Come here!

No, go away, please, go away!

Anna Viktorovna, you're wanted.

Are you feeling unwell? Shall I get you some water?

Check up on him,

if he isn't better in an hour, give him another shot of camphor.

All right? Thank you.

Good day. Are you here to see the doctor?

Go inside.

Go on, go inside.

For god's sake, let me work.

How are you feeling?

What is bothering you?

Miss Mironova...

I don't even know how to start.

Do you want me to call Dr. Milz?

No, no, no, it's you I need.

Please, look at this.

What is this?

These are photographs.

I have developed Mr. Timofeyev's photographic plates...

His laboratory has burned down, as you must have heard.

I never believed in mysticism and all that devilry but now...

You can see it too?

So I'm not insane.

THE OTHER WOMAN

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