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LANGE CLINIC

Nina.

Look who's here to see you.

Hello, Nina.

Do you recognize him?

Yes.

I do.

Very good. What's his name?

I don't know.

Then why did you say you recognized him?

Professor told me I knew him

and I recognized him.

What is this?

Why does she have burns on her temples?

Don't worry, Mr. Shtolman,

these are electrotherapy marks.

Electrodes are attached to a patient's temples,

then an electric shock is run through them and--

I am familiar with this barbaric method.

You are mistaken.

This method is the most advanced and very effective.

You have to trust me, Mr. Shtolman,

if you want your wife to recover.

This is a torture.

Please, from now inform me

of any methods of treatment you intend to try.

I forbid you to use it without my written permission.

As you wish.

So...

the judge glares at the courtroom

and sees that the defendant

is asleep...

and pronounces in a thunderous voice,

"Defendant, kindly wake up,

you are not in the Italian opera!"

Oh, Mr. Verner,

so you are... a priest of Themis.

Yes.

I used to be a prosecutor.

But I have been retired for 5 years now,

enjoying the quiet of family life.

Daddy, Daddy, I went sledding!

Zoenka,

you see I am busy, don't you?

Let's get down to business, Mr. Kliuyev.

I will be happy to buy your mansion,

if you agree to my price.

Yes, Lev Lvovich.

We have a deal.

This house is more suitable for someone with a big family

than for a loner like me.

You said you were leaving Zatonsk.

Why?

I'm bored of this town.

Well then...

Good luck in your new place.

Thank you.

Shall we sign the bill of sale?

[newspaper: ZATONSK TELEGRAPH]

Episode 35 THE INVENTOR OF DEATH

I am going to miss you.

I really am.

We will be seeing each other in St. Petersburg.

We sure will.

By the way,

it's been too long since you and I partied in St. Petersburg.

Remember when--

And you, in your current situation,

could definitely use it.

Still, may I ask, Andrey Petrovich...

The reason for your hasty departure

has something to do with Anna, doesn't it?

Is it all because of her?

I gave you a letter from her last week...

What was in it, if you don't mind my asking?

Her acceptance of my marriage proposal.

Oh? But you are leaving town.

She changed her mind.

No, I changed my mind.

She has a neurotic attachment to that Shtolman.

I can't handle that.

Aren't you throwing in the towel too soon, Andrey Petrovich?

I saw her kissing him passionately in the park

the day after she had agreed to be my wife.

What can you do? This is how women are.

They love only those who torment them.

Save him.

Save whom?

Olga Matveyevna,

did your husband keep a revolver or some other weapon at home?

No... He didn't.

You said earlier that you had heard a gunshot.

Maybe some kind of bang, I don't remember.

A bang...

Doctor, what can you say?

Anton Andreyevich,

in my opinion, it's obvious.

Death resulted from an injury caused by - Canister shot?

Yes, canister shot.

Gentlemen.

Good day.

Olga Matveyevna, please accept

my condolences.

Thank you.

If you don't have any more questions, please, excuse me.

I have to tell the children.

Of course.

Anton Andreyevich.

Please, report what happened here.

I think a bomb was dropped.

A bomb?

Yes. From the roof, through the chimney.

It means... premeditated murder?

Yes.

My guess is that there were at least two perpetrators.

One of them watched the windows-- the curtains weren't drawn,

the other waited for a signal on the roof.

And as soon as Mr. Verner sat in the armchair in front of the fireplace,

the perpetrator outside the window gave a signal to the roof,

and the bomb went down.

And here we are.

Poor Verner...

There was a time long ago

when we were friends.

His murderer must be found.

You were away for a whole week.

I had much to do in St. Petersburg.

Any news?

Nothing reassuring, I'm afraid.

Despite all of the professor's efforts,

Nezhinskaya's condition remains unchanged.

Maybe it's for the best.

Better for her to stay in the clinic than be transported.

But it means that we will never be together.

Yakov Platonovich...

we would have been together for a long time now...

if you had told me everything right from the start!

I didn't even dare to think

to offer you living with me without a wedding,

defying society--

Are you willing to give me up to please this society?!

I can't live without you.

You don't have to.

You should think instead of a way for us to be able to live together.

This isn't milk.

Quick lime and water, they sealed it and threw under the door.

God, what kind of heathen did this to her?

What a tragedy...

Tragedy... Oh Akulina, Akulina...

Excuse me!

Did you know the victim well?

Who didn't? Akulina Porfirievna,

our midwife.

She helped so many infants into this world, delivered my two children too.

Do you know who delivered her milk?

Our milkman, of course. Afanasiy.

We all get our milk from him.

He usually comes around 8.

Afanasiy... Thank you.

Take it to Milz.

Disperse! Stop crowding!

Chernyshov, follow me!

Jesus Christ...

Good morning, Mr. Kliuyev.

Good morning, Mr. Shtolman.

What brings you here at this early hour?

The call of duty, believe it or not.

The sun rises and sets...* (*a Russian folk song)

Are you all right?

I am, don't you worry.

It's just it's human nature to accumulate rubbish.

And now I am getting rid of unnecessary things.

Besides, I have sold the house.

To Mr. Verner, if I'm not mistaken.

The very same.

He was murdered yesterday evening.

I am interviewing everybody who has seen him in the last few days.

Murdered?

You seem happy to hear it.

I never liked him.

He was an unpleasant man.

But that's not a reason to wish him dead, is it?

Apologies.

How long did your meeting last?

No more than an hour.

We signed the bill of sale, I took the money and left.

He didn't tell you that he was afraid for his life, did he?

Maybe he said something in passing?

Quite the contrary.

He was beaming

with the awareness of his self-importance and superiority.

Just like all gentlemen of his sort.

What do you mean?

Verner...

was a corrupt prosecutor, rotten to the bone.

I haven't seen

such subservience to superiors in a long time.

Views like this aren't rare these days, Mr. Kliuyev.

Thank you. And believe me,

wherever you may go from here,

I wish you good luck.

And please,

don't think ill of me.

Gaudium magnum...

So, none of Verner's servants or neighbors saw anything?

No. But this is not surprising.

It was already dark.

But there were supposed to be footprints left on the roof.

Were there none?

The caretaker had cleaned the roof.

It had been snowing. Snowing heavily.

That's unfortunate.

Nikolai Vasilievich, don't you think that

Mr. Verner's murder could be just revenge for a severe sentence?

What severe sentence?

Lev Lvovich always asked for

a penalty lower than the minimum.

That's why he lost his job.

He was too soft.

How odd. Mr. Kliuyev found him a kind of a whip-cracker.

He must have mistaken him for someone else or twisted the truth.

But you say it yourself that people sometimes change their views.

Yes, it's true.

Verner and I haven't talked for a long time.

Life took us in different directions.

Oh, Anton Andreyevich.

What was that accident with the midwife on Fruktovaya Street?

I'm afraid that wasn't an accident at all. - All right.

Akulina was definitely murdered.

Yakov Platonovich, look at this.

I was able to find something.

Here, look.

What is this?

- Letters. - But what letters!

You don't believe in this kind of coincidence, do you?

Gentlemen, I appreciate that you can have your own secrets,

but would you please enlighten

the Chief of Police?

That Rebushinsky keeps writing to Victor,

demanding that he grant the divorce to his wife.

And this is a direct proof

of his and Madame Mironova's affair.

I heard that they had become very close

after my brother left the family.

But this is an incredible stroke of luck!

Victor could accuse his wife of unfaithfulness,

easily get the divorce and the right to remarry.

But he won't hear of it...

Yelizaveta Gavrilovna...

my brother, like all people of our class,

has certain preconceptions.

He will never disparage his wife's good name.

Then what am I supposed to do?

I am utterly desperate.

If I may ask you...

What did you need my brother for in the first place?

You are surrounded with so many men-- quite worthy men at that,

who probably pray for...

and dream of your affections.

Cold hands...

Pyotr Ivanovich.

You have to be clearer.

In love,

dearest Yelizaveta Gavrilovna,

silence is more eloquent than any words.

So, this means

that it was your Krutin who murdered the midwife?

What else are we supposed to think?

Korostiliova didn't have any ill-wishers,

and these letters are his calling card.

Where did I hear this name? Koros--

Here! Korostiliova Akulina.

Accused of intentional expulsion of fetus 7 years ago.

Thank you.

Please, wait for me here.

I am to follow you everywhere.

But this is a private conversation, are you going to be present at that as well?

Very well, ma'am.

Thank you very much.

Andrey Petrovich.

Nobody saw me in. Where is your footman?

I let him go.

I have come to return your ring.

Keep it. I don't need it.

No.

The day will come when you will give it to a woman you love.

Do you believe that I

should risk my heart again?

Andrey Petrovich...

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have... I have wronged you.

Is that all?

You can leave.

No, that's not all.

The spirit of a woman came to me last night.

She was wearing a pendant with a ruby exactly like this one.

Is that so.

I think this has something to do with you.

I see.

You told me you had lived in Spain for six months.

And that woman was clearly Spanish.

And you thought... that she was my lover

just because she was wearing a ruby pendant.

Not just because of that.

She said, "Save him."

That woman and what she said have nothing to do with me.

Andrey Petrovich.

You don't look well.

I think you may be ill.

Shtolman is married.

He will abandon you.

Come away with me.

Yes, I have wronged you.

But don't you dare insult Shtolman in my presence.

I'm sorry.

Miss Gabi Nikolaesku,

killed herself by taking potassium cyanide.

A vial with traces of stellera tincture was found in her hotel room.

It's commonly used to terminate pregnancy.

The autopsy confirmed a recent miscarriage.

On what grounds was Korostiliova charged?

Miss Nikolaesku visited her three days before she died.

However, Korostiliova denies having sold her the tincture.

According to her, the lady came to her only to

confirm the pregnancy.

Yes, very sad.

The midwife did a favor to the lady,

and the lady just went and killed herself.

A favor? Nikolai Vasilievich, what are you talking about?

It's a crime.

Anton Andreyevich, I have always believed that it's any woman's personal business.

Besides, the court acquitted the midwife.

She was practicing all this time.

That's the thing, there was no trial.

The case was closed in the absence of evidence by Prosecutor Verner.

This means that the murders of Korostiliova and Verner could be connected...

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

One murder right after the other, one after the other!

Do you still believe

that Krutin has nothing to do with it?

I am absolutely sure this wasn't him.

Krutin believes that birth is evil.

And for what Korostiliova did,

he would reward her, not kill.

And the letters could mean-- - What?

Gaudium mundi, nova stella caeli, procreans solem.

The beginning of one of the main Catholic hymns.

Gaudium mundi.

Joy of the world.

Miss Nikolaesku was a foreigner,

possibly of Catholic faith.

So, do you believe it was a relative's revenge?

At any rate, this should be checked.

I will make inquiries as to who she was

and from where she came to Zatonsk.

Interesting.

Thank you, my good man.

Pyotr!

Viktor?

My God... - Well met!

Look...

Why don't you and I go to Golubtsov's right now?

Let's have dinner together, drink some wine, shall we?

I would love to, Viktor, but I can't.

Besides, isn't the hour too late, shouldn't you go home?

Liza must be worried.

Why would you remind me? Let' go!

Wait, brother, wait.

No, I am truly happy for you,

I'm happy that you are enjoying life to the fullest, honestly.

Who is she?

Tell me who she is, I want to know.

- "She" who, Petya? - Who?

- Who is that "she" you're talking about? - Ah Jesus.

Look, I'm not-- you know.

You were meeting with a lady here.

Who is she?

- Petya... - Come on, who is she?

I was meeting with a client here.

You don't say. Oh, well done, that's right.

That's right, always deny everything.

Even if you're caught in the presence of witnesses.

When is your next meeting?

With a client, of course.

The day after tomorrow, at 2 p.m.

The day after tomorrow...

Cancel the meeting, yes, cancel it

and come home, as if by chance.

At 1 p.m. No, wait.

At 1:30. - All right. But why?

Don't ask questions now.

Trust me, this is very important, first of all for you.

Just do as I say.

Do you

regret what happened

between us?

Not for a second.

But what is that was a mistake?

You know about my past now.

I don't want to hear it.

I used to be different.

Like all girls, I dreamed of love...

of marriage...

I wanted to be innocent going to the altar with the man I loved...

To be chaste...

It wasn't to be...

But your love, it...

it brought back those dreams...

I'm sorry, this is so silly--

No, you are right,

everything should be like you dreamed.

A church wedding, a white dress...

And we won't be seeing each other for a week before the wedding.

The day couldn't come sooner...

Soon.

Do you think so?

I feel so.

I can't live without you...

- Doctor... - Yes?

When did you last see Mr. Kliuyev?

Maybe a week ago, or ten days or so.

Why? Is something the matter?

I went to see him yesterday, and I didn't like his condition.

Really?

Well, what do you think? What is your diagnosis?

A nervous breakdown, possibly a psychosis.

Oh, stop it. I think it's much simpler.

He is a man, he could have overindulged...

Alcohol intoxication...

What's wrong?

Doctor, help! My insides are burning!

It's like I swallowed a knife...

What did you eat today?

- Nothing. - Yesterday?

Anna Viktorovna, emetics!

THE WOES OF WIT

ESMERALDA FOUR KINDS OF LOVE

I'm taking the chocolates to have their composition tested.

Your master didn't eat anything else, did he? - No, he didn't get to.

I don't think they sell these in Zatonsk.

They were delivered yesterday.

From whom?

I don't know. He received gifts and presents almost every day.

He was an important man...

What did the important man do?

He worked at the uyezd theater, at the box office.

He came home for vacation only yesterday.

An important man indeed.

What devilry is this?

This is no devilry, Doctor.

This is crushed glass that was mixed with his food.

And what did Mr. Rtishchev eat?

He didn't eat anything special...

Anna Viktorovna.

Anna Viktorovna! - What?

Do we have a visitor?

Doctor, can you extract the rest of the fragments?

All of them?

Yes.

Do you have any idea how long this will take?

And what do you need it for anyway?

To be honest, I'm not sure myself.

But, if you don't mind,

may I do it myself?

Mr. Tregubov is here to see you.

Tregubov?

Invite him in.

Please, come in.

Nikolai Vasilievich.

Olga Matveyevna.

We only met in passing yesterday.

I hope you are not vexed

that I have come personally

to once again offer my condolences.

Not at all. I am touched.

I am investigating the case...

Has Lev-- Lev Lvovich

ever mentioned the Korostiliova case in your presence?

No, I do not recall.

Does the name of a Gabi Nikolaesku mean anything to you?

Absolutely nothing.

I have every reason to believe that your husband's death

is connected to this case.

Of course, many years have passed

but I hoped that you might remember something.

I remember everything, Kolya.

So, please, let's set ceremony aside.

13 years.

Yalta...

June...

Your white lace umbrella...

Two weeks of perfect bliss.

Your sandal drawing in the sand my portrait, hand in happy hand--

Please, don't.

Don't recite poetry.

You haven't changed one bit.

Nonsense.

Trust me, I--

I watched you whenever...

I happened to see you on the street.

Yes.

Lev never understood

why you hadn't visited us once after being assigned to Zatonsk.

Were you happy with him?

He was a good husband.

Well...

I should go. - Wait.

Sit, I--

I have to tell you something very important.

- What is this? - This?

Crushed ruby...

It was added to Rtishchev's food.

Isn't this too expensive a way to murder a person?

I don't know...

Ask a jeweler...

And what is this?

What's this?

Oh! Carmen?

Wait, wait!

Apparently, these chocolates should contain your crushed ruby.

Rtishchev ate a few this morning and

I've brought them for Aleksandr Franzevich to test.

Carmen!

The spirit of a young woman dressed as Carmen came to me!

A Spanish singer...

She asked to save him.

She must have meant Rtishchev.

Spanish...

A Gabi Nikolaesku

killed herself at the local hotel 7 years ago.

Her body was taken away after autopsy, they didn't bury it here,

and I have received a response to my inquiries this morning.

There is no woman by this name in the governorate records.

I know who you can talk to about this.

But... you...

are you sure that...

Would I have told you if I weren't sure?

Grisha was born exactly 9 months after my return from Yalta.

I had to bribe the midwife

so that she would tell my husband that Grisha was born prematurely.

Ah, those midwives...

Aren't you happy that you have a son?

My head is spinning.

I--

I don't even know what to say.

But why did you keep it quiet for so long?

While Lev was alive, I had to keep it quiet.

But now I decided that you had the right to know the truth.

Olya.

What is this?

Oh, this?

To be honest, I am baffled myself, I found it in my husband's correspondence.

You have come to the right person.

But I will tell you nothing

until you close the case against Anna Viktorovna.

You must realize that this case is nothing but a formality,

no one is going to take it to trial.

Why did you have to open it in the first place?

This I can't tell you--yet.

But you will provide invaluable assistance to the investigation

if you tell me everything you know.

By the way, Anna Viktorovna recommended I approach you specifically.

So, the name of Gabi Nikolaesku doesn't ring any bells to you, does it?

None whatsoever.

How about Gabriela Mirani?

Hard-working officers of the law...

Wait!

What--

What do you think... you're doing...

What do you think you're doing?!

This isn't sugar, I mean it is sugar, it's evidence!

If it's evidence...

why is it on your desk?!

Is this the proper way to handle evidence?!

I'm sorry!

The box office clerk of the uyezd theater Rtishchev has been murdered,

and crushed ruby hasn't been found in the chocolates.

Sugar! Everybody forgot about it.

It hasn't been checked yet.

You all will drive me insane...

What chocolates?

What box office clerk?

What crushed ruby?

Look, Nikolai Vasilievich.

Here it is.

And you nearly ate it.

Well...

THE INVENTOR OF DEATH

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