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PARIS, 1794

Tyrant, to the guillotine!

Tyrant, to the guillotine!

Down with the tyrant! To the guillotine!

Your Honors,

and gentlemen of the jury,

before you reach a verdict,

Episode 37 ROBESPIERRE'S TALISMAN

remember one more time

the young, innocent woman

beguiled and ruined by three scoundrels.

Hear her screams and pleas for help.

Imagine her father's grief and despair.

Yes, my defendant Ivan Toboltsev didn't believe in justice.

That's why he decided to punish the reprobates himself.

Deliver a just judgment.

Then not only he but many others as well

will believe that

there is more than court of the state--

that there is also a higher court, the court of divine justice.

The jury will now retire to reach a verdict.

YAROSLAVL

MODERN

I always knew we would be together.

And I have always, always loved only you.

That must be breakfast.

Guilty.

The defendant deserves leniency.

Order.

Will the defendant please rise.

The defendant Ivan Toboltsev

is sentenced to the deprivation of all civil rights

and exile with hard labor, for an indefinite term.

Defendant, do you understand the sentence?

Yes.

He who acts as a substitute for supreme power does not deserve leniency.

This court is adjourned.

God will punish you, unrighteous judge!

I can't bear to part with you.

It won't be for long now.

To the station.

Ma'am.

Please accept my condolences.

I have to ask this.

Did this revolver belong to your husband?

Yes.

It's his.

How often did you husband take a gun with him?

This revolver was always at home.

I don't know why he took it with him today.

Can you think of any reason

your husband would... kill himself?

No. I can't even imagine.

He was absolutely calm and happy.

Sir, the belongings of the deceased.

You can take these.

I'm sorry.

What is this?

I don't know.

Wait, I haven't finished yet!

You'll finish it when it's published.

Masha...

Is it true what you wrote in Chapter 4?

Did you really want to take your own life?

Of course I didn't.

It's only artistic exaggeration.

I'm sorry, Masha.

I'm sorry, I couldn't even imagine that--

I must say, I didn't expect that from myself.

But this is not life anymore, just literature.

Yes, thank God.

All right, it's time for you to go.

Anna is going to be home soon.

Masha, look...

Do we absolutely have to live separately?

Of course we have to, and you know it.

By the way, this is the last time

we see each other in the house.

I don't want any rumors spreading.

There she is!

Annushka!

Dad! You're here too.

Yes, your father came to--

to discuss the management of the estate.

Yes, yes, the management.

But he is already leaving.

Well, how was your trip? Successful?

Don't go.

I need to talk to you, together.

So, you believe this is the bullet

that killed Anfisa Luzhina?

I'm sure of it, Nikolai Vasilievich.

And we sent it to the uyezd court in March, to be kept in their evidence room.

And it ended up in Judge Kudryavtsev's pocket instead.

Yes...

What would he need it for...

Good evening, gentlemen.

Oh, welcome back, Yakov Platonovich!

Well, how was St. Petersburg?

Did they appreciate the work of the Zatonsk police

in the capture and unmasking of the villain?

They certainly did.

However, the investigation isn't over yet.

Mr. Kliuyev's connections and movements are being verified

but now it's up to the supreme passion.

Passion?

I meant supreme power.

Of course, that's what we thought you meant.

What is this?

Another silver bullet?

That's the thing, Yakov Platonovich, it's the same bullet.

So--

You're saying...

that you are going to live with Shtolman

even if he doesn't get the divorce?

Yes, you got it right.

Of course, we can't do this here,

so we decided to go abroad.

I could have told you that I was just going back to Paris.

But I don't want to lie to you.

Anya...

You do realize that

your mom and I will never be able to

approve of your decision, much less accept it, don't you?

Why not?

Aren't you in the same position?

And you, Mom, I have noticed that you have been

seeing someone in secret for a while now,

probably Aleksey Yegorovich--

I'm not seeing Rebushinsky, I'm seeing--

your father. There.

Really?

Yes, and I assure you

it's all over with Liza.

Oh my God!

So, you have been seeing each other in secret?

But why?

Well, after all...

After all, Anya...

feelings-- - Yes.

- ...are what matters. - Yes.

There. Now you understand it too.

And Yakov and I love each other, we have for a very long time.

And we can't wait any longer.

Did the late judge play cards?

I don't know. Why do you ask?

Gamblers like having talismans of this sort on them.

Something a person wore at the moment of death,

or even a bullet that killed a person,

is said to bring luck in the game.

Well, this is the only explanation why he would be carrying it in his pocket.

Very curious. But it hardly helps us understand

the reason behind his wild act.

Kudryavtsev's widow...

Ma'am, please accept

my most sincere and deepest condolences.

Mr. Shtolman, you're back, thank God!

This is a disaster!

Please, take a seat.

What's happened?

I have just been to the bank to withdraw some money for the funeral.

And... and...

I can't believe it...

Please, calm down

and tell us what happened.

The money is gone.

All of it. About 9,000.

It turns out that my husband withdrew it from the account.

Did your husband play cards?

Yes, he did. At the poker club.

When was the last game?

Oh... I think about 10 days ago...

Yes, Friday before last.

But what does it have to do--

When did he withdraw the money from the bank?

On Tuesday.

Oh God...

Alas.

If your husband lost all the money,

he could shoot himself.

Who are you?

Judge Kudryavtsev.

You killed yourself this morning.

Why did you do it?

What is it?

A snuff box.

I'm so glad

you have decided to join us, Mr. Judicial Investigator.

However...

lady luck doesn't seem to be smiling down on you tonight.

That's all right, I hope I'll get lucky in love.

In that case, Yakov Platonovich,

you are to get very lucky in love indeed.

You've lost again!

Yes...

Another hand?

I have no objection.

I'll be happy to, only I see the bets aren't high.

You can raise them, if you wish.

Some lose 5,000 roubles in one night here.

And that's the biggest amount ever? No one lost more?

More? No, I don't recall.

So, it's a lie

that someone lost 9,000 here on Friday before last?

No, I don't remember anything like that.

Well, unless... there was a snuff box.

A snuff box?

Merchant Rukavishnikov bet it.

An expensive antique.

With gemstones.

I raise you.

But it wasn't worth 9,000.

600 roubles at most.

I'll pass.

So, who won it?

The judge.

- Kudryavtsev? - The very same.

I raise you double.

Who would have thought, gentlemen, that it was the last time we'd play with him...

Yes...

- A horrible incident. - So sad.

All in.

Yakov, the judge said that his death had something to do with a snuff box!

Silver and gemstones. Find it immediately.

Love, Anna

Good man!

Here, flowers, candy and a hat,

deliver these to the bookshop, to Pelageia Ivanovna Anikeyeva, my fiancee.

Hurry up, go!

Good morning, Yakov Platonovich! - Morning, Anton Andreyevich.

Once again, congratulations.

Thank you. You know, everybody is generous with congratulations and kisses,

and recommendations on where to get bouquets, laces, hats...

What a nice tradition it is--

giving presents to your bride every day-- - My good man,

hurry and take these petit fours

to Madame Verner on Aleksandrovskaya.

Yes, sir.

Greetings, gentlemen.

Well, what news can you tell me about the judge's suicide?

We got a confirmation from the bank that he had taken his money three days after the game.

That is, on Tuesday.

The bank was closed on the weekend,

and they didn't have enough cash on Monday.

Which proves the gambling loss theory.

Quite the contrary, it proved to be false, Anton Andreyevich.

Kudryavtsev won that night.

A merchant Rukavishnikov

lost him a valuable object, an antique snuff box.

A merchant, you say...

Sergeant Riabko, come here.

Good morning, Your Excellency!

Remind me, my good man,

what was the name of the merchant who

stuck a knife in his own throat at dinner table about 10 days ago?

Was it Rukavishnikov by any chance? - Yes, sir, that was his name.

And the cause of suicide?

Avarice and intemperance.

For weak is he who has no power over his passions.

Merchant of the second guild Rukavishnikov-- - Listen, Riabko!

Leave the detailed report on my desk,

but for now be brief, my ears are freezing!

He took a loan from the bank and squandered it all.

Well done, thank you.

Let's go to my office.

You know, Anton Andreyevich is an amazing man.

He is so smart, so well-read,

and he has such a kind heart, too.

How nice it is to be a bride...

Yes...

I see you are upset.

Is it because you and Yakov Platonovich won't have a wedding?

No, no, this is all...

It's silly, just childish dreams.

But you will get married someday.

Yes, of course.

Still, I see something is bothering you.

Polya, tell me...

Are you sure that Kliuyev was Krutin?

It's all very suspicious, Anton Andreyevich.

Two men commit suicide 10 days apart,

and both times a large amount of money is involved.

Do you believe they were victims of some crooks?

I can't rule that out.

Did the judge have the snuff box with him?

He did. We found it in the pocket of his coat.

We need to examine it.

Kudryavtsev's spirit hinted that it had something to do with this death.

His spirit hinted?

Yakov Platonovich, I don't recognize you.

Spirits give you hints...

You're first to know about it...

Please, explain this astonishing phenomenon.

Anna Viktorovna left a note for me.

For you?

You went away to St. Petersburg...

At the same time, Anna Viktorovna

went away on the business of the Philanthropic Society...

Not the trickiest puzzle for an experienced detective.

You have cracked the case.

Well, you have the right to know.

I am resigning and Anna Viktorovna and I are going away abroad.

I hope this news won't reach the ears of the townsfolk.

Yes, you can count on that.

However, if it happens to reach my ears...

or rather, our ears...

that Anna Viktorovna is unhappy with you,

rest assured, I will find you wherever you may be,

in any Baden-Baden, and then--

Don't worry, Anton Andreyevich,

Anna Viktorovna is now the first and foremost concern of my life.

By the way...

I suppose you have most detailed knowledge of the subject by now.

Where would one order flowers?

I recommend Ostrovin.

Yes, yes. He has candy, and bouquets,

and all sorts of bright packaging.

You can't go wrong with him.

We'll stop by his shop on the way. - On the way where?

What do you mean, where? To the Rukavishnikovs,

to the Kudryavtsevs...

Yakov Platonovich, we need to interview an army of witnesses!

Well then, shall we go?

We shall! Oh, Yakov Platonovich!

Anya, Krutin is dead, it's all over.

I couldn't be wrong.

But he had a thousand opportunities to abduct me.

What was he waiting for?

He wanted you to agree to become his wife,

to be in his power fully and completely.

But this woman, Gabriela Mirani.

He loved her, I know it.

This man isn't capable of this feeling.

When she realized what a monster he was, she tried to escape,

even signed a contract to go to Europe,

and got rid of his baby.

Yes, you must be right,

I'm just torturing myself for nothing.

Did he come to you?

His spirit.

No.

Even if he does, don't listen to him.

I'm sure he can be dangerous even from beyond the grave.

[speaks in Altai. probably.] ...to put. Books.

Put them under the counter, I'll sort them later.

Who is he?

Oh, it's Umrat, he is from Altai.

He worked at a shop here and lost his job.

I hired him to help me with books.

This way he earns at least something to get buy.

You have a heart of gold.

These are so delicious. May I have another one?

Of course.

I hope you aren't leaving before the wedding.

It's in a week, by the way.

Do you really think I'll miss such a big day?

No way.

No! Put it back, you have no right!

This bureau is my mother's, it's my dowry!

Maria Savelyevna, good day.

Good day, Anton Andreyevich.

That I should live to see such things!

They are seizing my property for my husband's debts.

Take everything back into the house.

But, sir, we have to sequestrate the assets.

And I said take everything back into the house.

What are you waiting for? Hurry and carry everything back inside.

You too.

I will put a temporary ban on the auctioning of your property.

We think we may have a chance to find your missing money.

Do you really?

I've been thinking myself, it has to be somewhere.

He couldn't have just blown off 5,000 in one week.

In one week?

So, he took the loan a week before his death?

Exactly, Anton Andreyevich.

I didn't know anything.

And as soon as he... killed himself,

bailiffs came here running.

Did he make any new acquaintances lately?

Maybe you saw him in a company of suspicious people?

No, there was nothing like that.

He felt sorry a Chinese boy...

and hired him to work at the warehouse to unload the goods.

He was always so kind-hearted, may God rest his soul.

Your husband lost an antique snuff box at cards ten days ago.

I got too happy too soon.

I thought he had gotten rid of it, thank God.

But no, it attracted misfortune...

It's a dangerous thing, I could feel it!

Why is it dangerous?

It had an air of evil.

I was afraid even to hold it.

Excuse me, I'm not sure I understand. Is the snuff box a family heirloom?

No!

Somebody gave it to him or he found it...

When?

I can't remember now.

Too bad...

We have enough beds.

But people are afraid to go to the hospital.

They treat themselves at home by all sorts of barbaric methods.

It's almost impossible to take away their clothes for disinfection.

They hand over not so good garments, and try to hide good ones.

Fortunately, the authorities and the clergy are on our side,

so I look to the future with optimism.

Give my regards to Anna Viktorovna.

Yours faithfully, Ivan Skriabin.

You know what, Doctor...

If you write him back,

give him my regards as well.

I will.

Of course, it's a pity

that Ivan Yevgenyevich left us...

Good day, young man. - Good day.

May I ask for whom this excellent bouquet is?

- Flowers for Miss Mironova. - Thank you, my dear.

Well, well, well...

I guess

this is from a grateful patient, isn't it?

No, Doctor, you guessed wrong.

You know...

I'm leaving soon, too.

Tell me at once that it was a joke.

I'm afraid it's true, Doctor.

You are killing me here!

Where are you going?

To Paris.

And then we'll see.

May I ask with whom?

Well, I can only hope

that family life with Yakov Platonovich

won't get in the way of you completing

your medical education.

It won't. I swear, Doctor.

Fire!

Fire?!

Fire...

Aleksey Yegorovich!

Aleksey Yegorovich!

Aha! Where is your lover? Where is he?!

Insidious traitress!

I loved you so much!

I was even willing to give my life for you!

Aleksey Yegorovich!

Aleksey Yegorovich!

What is this?!

You?

Mr. Rebushinsky,

you have crossed every possible line!

Vitya, don't just stand there, help him!

Aleksey Yegorovich! Aleksey Yegorovich, my dear!

I'm afraid, gentlemen, I don't have that snuff box anymore.

How so? I returned it to you.

Where could it have gone to?

A young man visited me late at night

and said that this snuff box was his family heirloom.

He offered me 1,000 roubles for it.

I couldn't say no in my position.

Who was that man?

I hadn't met him before.

From Moscow or Yaroslavl...

Could you describe him?

Yes, of course. He is--

How strange, gentlemen.

I can't remember his face at all.

I loved her...

I loved her very much.

Aleksey Yegorovich,

I know exactly how you feel

but... what can you do.

She is an amazing woman.

Trust me, even she has her flaws.

Here, Aleksey Yegorovich, drink this,

and you will feel better.

And don't you dare argue with me! Drink it!

How ridiculous.

I must be one of those people

who are destined to be alone.

Well, you know, that has its benefits.

What on earth are you talking about?

Aleksey Yegorovich, my dear, don't listen to him.

You will certainly meet your perfect woman.

I promise you.

But what do I do now?

I'm so used to seeing you...

talking to you...

reading your prose.

Well, my dear man...

Nobody says you can't come to our house.

Do visit us, as a friend.

Of course, you will always be welcome.

There... there, there.

The snuff box changes hands,

and the owners hand over their fortune to the crooks.

After which they commit suicide.

And they do it in such an unusual way,

as though hypnotized.

But it's impossible.

Krutin is dead.

What about a time bomb?

It's as if he left these for us as his inheritance.

So, the snuff box is a kind of symbol, a sign,

like those cards he would send.

Or it's a magical object.

Please understand that I find it difficult to believe myself but

I happened to hear that there were objects capable

of putting people who look at them in a hypnotic trance.

Oh, I don't know what to believe anymore...

But the victims give their money to someone.

There.

Let's make the simplest assumption.

An accomplice of Krutin's is operating in town.

He commits crimes,

using Krutin's methods.

And his goal is obvious.

You have just named it.

Money.

Oh God.

I'm going to the precinct.

I forgot to feed Caesar.

I'm going with you!

We need to identify all out of towners urgently.

And find this damned snuff box.

18th century, a French master...

Quite skillful work.

It looks like that very same snuff box.

Would you like to see it?

Well, I'm prepared to offer you 300 roubles for it.

Wait...

I suppose I can give you 350.

What are you doing here so late?

Well, I was soldering the setting in the workshop.

I've just finished.

Right, I forgot.

Go home.

You'd better put a beautiful thing like this in the safe.

Yes, you are absolutely right.

You again?

What do you want from me?

Leave me alone!

Go away! It's all over!

God, how did he escape?

Don't worry, he's not going anywhere...

Oh, thank God!

Give him to me... My Caesar...

You'll freeze like this-- Sir,

your fiancee is here to see you.

Pelageia? Has something happened?

- Good evening, Pelageia Ivanovna. - Good evening, Yakov Platonovich.

My angel, sit, sit.

Someone has been in my house and rummaged through my things.

I came from the shop, and the house was turned upside down.

Was the door broken down?

No. They must have gotten in through the window.

I got so scared, I packed some things and came here right away.

You have done everything just right... Look, she's shivering.

Wait a moment...

- Antosha, please, don't go! - No, I'm here, don't be afraid, my angel.

This looks like his doing.

- I'm afraid you're right. - What are you talking about, gentlemen?

Yakov Platonovich and I believe that--

What?

What?!

That Krutin's accomplice is operating in town.

Oh God, this will never end.

I swear to you, we will find him.

Yakov Platonovich,

we must ensure Pelageia Ivanovna's safety at all costs.

- Anna's too. - Yes.

Yes, you are absolutely right.

Tell me...

Have you ever heard of magical objects?

Krutin had...

a mirror... a locket, crystals--

...and an 18th century French handcrafted snuff box.

No, there was no snuff box.

- What? - No snuff box.

What do you want from me?

Are you going to keep torturing me from beyond the grave?

Find Master Qi in St. Petersburg

Who is Master Qi?

I am not Krutin

Yakov! Polina...

Maria Timofeyevna, good morning.

Gentlemen, I hope you will explain what is happening in my house again.

That's why we are here.

It was I who sent the officers at night for your safety.

Are we in danger again?

Kliuyev's accomplice...

I still can't believe I received him in my house.

Don't blame yourself for it,

you could not have known it, just like the rest of us.

This is only an assumption but...

in the light of recent events we must

(I need to talk to you.)

take all precautionary measures.

Anton Andreyevich, of course, I won't mind

your fiancee staying with us.

We will be happy to have you.

- I'm grateful. - So I am.

Maria Timofeyevna, have all the doors locked

and don't let anybody leave the house.

I also must forbid you to receive anyone at all

until we have caught the perpetrator.

Yes... of course.

I had this vision of the past again.

And when I woke up, he was already in the room.

And he said that he wasn't Krutin.

Yes... I hope he lied.

Spirits have been known to lie...

We saw proof of that more than once.

But what if it's true?

Oh, and he also said

that we have to find some Master Qi in St. Petersburg.

I got an officer to send a telegram to Uncle in the morning.

He should go and try to find this Master Qi...

I hope he won't take unnecessary risks.

Uncle?

Uncle wastes away without risk.

He'll be only too happy to do this.

I miss you terribly...

I'm so worried, please, don't leave the house today.

You see it and you know it just as well as I do.

Do you really think she can be stopped?

Accept it, Viktor.

Marriage out of wedlock...

But there will be children!

I hope so.

Then you and I will adopt them.

Well, yes...

legally speaking, this is probably

the best way to give them

name and status.

ROBESPIERRE'S TALISMAN

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