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He will lock you in a cage!

It will be a gilded cage,

and I will be able to create in it!

You won't! Without freedom, you'll lose your talent too.

The essence of freedom consists in thinking you have it.

I don't remember who said it.

Let's go away together, start a new life.

Catch me!

Count to 30.

All right...

1... 2...

3...

Don't go there!

Masha!

Vasiliy Petrovich?

Glasha, where is your mistress?

Maria Aleksandrovna is taking a walk in the park.

- Has she been out long? - More than two hours.

You can go. We won't need you anymore this evening.

ST. PETERSBURG

Andrey Zolotnitsky...

Episode 39 ABRACADABRA

What a horrible fate.

Of course, he will be cleared of all charges,

and his good name restored, albeit posthumously.

A truly insidious plan that was,

preparing him as Krutin and giving him to us at the last moment.

Do you know who she is?

Her father is an ethnologist from Vienna, who came to Altai

to study local beliefs

and fell in love with a shaman woman.

- And Pelageia is their daughter? - Yes.

She left home 15 years ago,

and no one heard anything about her for a very long time.

We are currently looking into her involvement

in the most scandalous and inexplicable murders

in the Empire in the last 10 years.

There is only one question left unanswered.

Why did she need Anna Mironova?

I have a hypothesis.

Have you ever heard of the treasure of the Cathars?

There is a legend saying that

before their last stronghold

near Chateau de Montsegur fell,

the Cathars buried somewhere countless treasures and some relics.

Many tried to find the treasure but no one has.

Because no living person knows where the treasure is.

But the dead might.

Anton Andreyevich.

Anton Andreyevich!

Anton Andr--

Anton Andreyevich...

Wake up. - I'm not asleep.

Wake up, Anton Andreyevich, get up...

- Leave me be. - Don't count on it.

Get up, Anton Andreyevich... There.

Your body is in a deplorable state,

but you're going to live.

We're leaving. - Where?

What do you mean, where? For a walk, to get some air.

No, I'm not going anywhere.

No, Anton Andreyevich, no way.

No.

You saved me once.

Now I must save you.

Help!

Help me!

You are an extraordinary person, Anna Viktorovna.

You talk to the dead

but a mouse, a little mouse scared you.

Don't you dare tell anyone about this!

Anton Andreyevich, you shouldn't torture yourself so much.

Why can't you understand, Anna Viktorovna?

I fell in love with a criminal

and let her play me, like a little boy.

After all this, I don't think

I have the right to keep this job.

Anton Andreyevich, you are a great detective,

I would even say outstanding.

Yes, you had to go through quite an ordeal,

but it only means that you are strong enough to bear it.

Trust me, things will get better.

I say that as a medium.

You know,

I keep thinking about hypnosis...

what to do, how to fight it...

It's too terrifying to imagine

what crimes may be committed in the future with it.

Look.

A remarkable sight...

Your theory?

Well, even Ovid said, "amor non est medicabilis herbis"

"Love is not to be cured by books"?* (*medicial herbs, not books-- but let's say she's just teasing him)

Anna Viktorovna, how nice to see you.

Anton Andreyevich.

- Good day. - Good day.

We are--

Olga Matveyevna, do you believe it's time?

Yes, Nikolai Vasilievich, I think we can announce it now.

I have proposed to Madame Verner,

and she has agreed to become my wife.

Oh my God, congratulations!

- Thank you. - Congratulations.

Sir! Sir!

I'm sorry,

an emergency!

What is the matter?

A double suicide in Gorelin's house.

Anton Andreyevich, your vacation is over.

- But I-- - You have spent enough time at home.

Follow me.

Ladies, please, excuse us.

This is what our job is like.

I don't know if you understand what I'm saying right now.

I put in Volodya's name

all your property and money a long time ago.

And I will continue looking after him in the future,

pay for his boarding school and

your stay in this clinic.

We won't see each other for a long time now.

You have to understand: I need my life back.

Your fate is now in God's hands.

The worst is over,

there is no danger of execution for you.

I am being executed every night.

What?

I couldn't save the treasure,

so I'm leaving.

Gorelin.

Maria Olshanskaya.

A rising star of Russian poetry.

She shone in drawing rooms and turned heads

until she received a marriage proposal from Vasiliy Gorelin,

a millionaire.

Doesn't he live in Moscow?

He does.

But he also owns a house in Zatonsk,

and a broadcloth factory nearby.

Olshanskaya's notebook.

Her poems.

For the soul to tremble

with silent bliss,

I want a sacred sting,

one that's divine and amorous.* (*nice try, Maria. google Zinaida Gippius)

Not bad.

Gentlemen, good day.

Good day, Doctor.

Well, what's new?

I see the deceased

got particularly creative this time.

Ma'am! Ma'am!

Wait, ma'am.

What is this perfume?

A divine fragrance, isn't it?

Oh yes.

The latest from Taube Perfume House.

It has just hit the shelves.

Did you say Taube?

And it's already in the shops?

It sells incredibly quickly.

So if you want to purchase a bottle for a lady,

you should hurry.

But what is the name of this perfume?

- La Revanche. - Revanche?

Revanche! Damn it!

You know, gentlemen,

this wound alone would be enough to kill her.

Was she hit with something?

She could have been hit, or

she could have hit her head on a corner while falling.

There is no blood anywhere, and nothing that could be used to injure her

has been found.

Did you send for me, gentlemen?

Yes. Were you the one who found the bodies?

Yes. It was after noon.

Why not sooner?

They asked to never wake them in the morning--

they stayed up late.

Is this a house shoe?

No.

Maria Aleksandrovna wore them when she walked in the park yesterday.

- Where is the other one? - I don't know.

When did you last see your masters?

I saw Maria Aleksandrovna yesterday after lunch.

She was just about to go out into the park.

And I saw Vasiliy Petrovich when he came from the factory.

Around 8 p.m.

- Did you hear anything at night? - No, nothing.

- Some noise perhaps, or a quarrel? - No.

Thank you. You're free to go.

...for now.

Doctor... he twitched!

Most likely a postmortem contracture.

No, he twitched again.

Gentlemen, the sleeping powders

are a year past the expiration date.

So, what does it mean?

What's his name?

Vasiliy Petrovich.

I think he's breathing.

Vasiliy Petrovich, can you hear me?

Can you--

"I am being executed every night"-- why did she say that?

Mr. Shtolman, you know

it's the central plot of her delusions.

She always thinks she is about to be executed.

Or you're subjecting her to cruel procedures again.

You do remember I forbade it, don't you? - Of course.

You have that right, for now.

What do you mean, for now?

I beg your pardon, but I've heard you are petitioning for divorce.

You should know that

once you are no longer Madame Nezhinskaya's lawful husband,

all decisions concerning her treatment

will be made not by you, but by the administration of the clinic.

Excuse me, my patients are waiting.

This is very odd.

She is wearing a corset and stockings.

What's so odd about it?

The young woman was about to go to bed, she put on a nightgown...

But what lady would sleep with her corset and stockings on?

Am I wrong, Nikolai Vasilievich?

By the way,

it looks like there's more than one oddity, look.

She twisted her ankle.

And the trauma is recent enough,

it could have happened yesterday.

On top of that, her stockings are wet.

I suppose she was killed in the park,

and then her body was moved into the house.

Did spirits tell you that again, Anna Viktorovna?

No, Nikolai Vasilievich, this time it's deduction.

Well, I see the years of working with the police did you good.

Well then...

I'll have the park searched immediately.

Goodbye.

Tell me, Vasiliy Petrovich,

in order, in full detail, what happened yesterday.

Is that really necessary?

I have already confessed.

Unfortunately, it is necessary.

We had a fight.

A fierce, horrible fight.

Cause of the fight?

Masha wasn't a woman...

Pure ether,

she was always soaring in her poetic fantasies,

waiting for some unearthly love.

Weren't you two engaged?

We were.

I thought we agreed on everything,

she said she would marry me...

But yesterday she began to doubt again.

She was mocking me...

criticizing me for having money...

calling me... a shopkeeper.

Something came over me...

I hit her... pushed her...

She fell and hit her head. And she died.

And when I realized what I had done,

I wanted to kill myself.

There's no life for me without her.

And you took those sleeping powders.

Yes...

All of them, all I had in the house.

But I didn't notice they were all expired, idiot.

I should have shot myself.

I'll be a laughing stock now.

I appreciate your honesty, Vasiliy Petrovich.

I even feel for you.

However, this is somewhat odd.

The maid didn't hear anything,

we haven't found any traces of blood in the room.

And we know what we're doing, believe me.

How can you explain all this?

I can't. How would I know?

See for yourself,

the state I was in, I didn't remember who I was.

Maybe I wiped the blood, and the maid, Glasha,

sleeps in the opposite wing of the house, that's why she didn't hear anything.

Do you recognize this, Mr. Gorelin?

This is your fiancee's other shoe.

When she was heading out to the park yesterday,

she was wearing both.

We found one in your bedroom,

the other one in the park.

By the way, there were bloodstains on the snow.

I must say I was surprised to hear

that Miss Olshanskaya left the house in winter

wearing such light shoes,

and never changed them after coming back inside.

She didn't care about the weather outside.

Masha always dressed as her mood told her.

So, you had your fight in the park, didn't you?

All right, gentlemen,

I'll tell you the truth.

Masha!

Masha, where are you?

Come back home, you'll catch a cold, Masha!

Masha!

Mashenka! Masha! What is this--

How did this-- Mashenka... Oh God...

How could you leave me, Mashenka, why did you go away...

Wait, my darling, hold on...

How can this be... why is this...

Why didn't you call the police?

Could the police bring her back to life?

But why did you move the body into the house?

I'm afraid this will be difficult to explain.

Try us.

Masha's greatest fear was to die in an ugly way.

She always said that looking undignified in death

was worse than any humiliation.

So I arranged everything the way she would have wanted.

I changed her,

brought flowers from the greenhouse...

But why did you confess to the murder

if you didn't commit it?

That will be even more difficult to explain.

Olshanskaya is a famous poetess, a celebrity.

Imagine her being killed

by god knows whom, in some backwater town...

Whereas being murdered by her fiance

out of jealousy, you must admit, would be quite a striking finale of her life.

I don't think you

mentioned jealousy before.

Recognize this?

Is this Olshanskaya's ring?

No, no, she didn't have a ring like this.

We found it in the park, with the shoe.

I should have guessed right away...

My good man...

Is this the hospital?

Take me to the doctor, please.

My head hurts so much.

This damned Dame's Rocket is mentioned in my novel 12 times!

How could this happen?

Liza...

She left me for Taube. - For whom?

My competition, Taube.

And she took the formula of my perfume with her.

And, of course, he launched production immediately.

- Liza, are you sure? - Absolutely, Vitya!

It's clear as day, who else?

I told her a lot

about this project of mine...

Do you know what it's called, the perfume, do you?

Revanche!

Revanche, it's so obvious!

I'm sure she suggested him this name!

Well, it is a very good name.

Much better than "Dame's Rocket"!

Mom...

Maria Timofeyevna... you--

Maria Timofeyevna, I, I--

I am ruined!

I am ruined, do you understand?

A massive batch of Dame's Rocket

has been manufactured already, but shops won't take it!

And I will be accused of plagiarism, that's what's going to happen!

Petya, Petya, calm down,

we'll go to St. Petersburg tomorrow,

we'll file a lawsuit. I'll be handling this case myself,

and we'll make the little brat come clean.

You know, gentlemen,

serves you both right!

A woman is not a toy!

Of course, Liza did a bad thing.

But she had good teachers.

Oh, Maria Timofeyevna, you should take up the legal profession!

Masha, Masha, you are certainly right, but still

Petya didn't deserve such punishment.

Of course he didn't.

And I'm sure you'll handle this case well.

By the way, this may be for the best.

I gave this a lot of thought,

and now I'm leaning towards not publishing my novel.

What?! What do you mean, not publishing?!

Mom, you worked so hard on it!

So many people are waiting for it. Your novel is great!

Indeed, Masha, what is this folly?

People may recognize you in Porfiriy Platonovich

and talk behind your back.

I don't think you'll like it.

Are you--

Are you really willing to do this for my peace of mind?

Of course.

No, no, look, I can't accept such a sacrifice from you,

I demand-- I insist that the novel should be published.

Oh God, I am ruined!

I'm ruined! Ruined!

I'll look after him.

I warned Masha about the Jews.

I begged her not to have any dealings with them.

But she always held too liberal views.

Am I to understand that you had a Jewish rival?

Yes.

There was a Iosif Viner,

a rather sketchy character,

another one of those, poets and rebels.

Only to my knowledge, he and Masha haven't seen each other in over a year,

because the late Tsar, as you know,

wisely ordered all Jews to be expelled from Moscow.

Mr. Gorelin,

you are free to go.

But please,

don't leave town until the investigation is concluded.

Let him through.

Thank you.

If you need me, I'll be at home or at the factory.

S.Ya. LURYE'S APOTHECARY

There you go.

Good evening, Solomon Yakovlevich.

Anton Andreyevich!

Anton Andreyevich, what on earth has happened

if you chose to call on the old Lurie?

What a pleasure to see you. - Likewise.

Have any of your people by any chance

arrived in our town lately?

Why would they come here? Whatever for?

To find trouble?

Me, my profession allows me

to live in Zatonsk or even in Moscow.

But not everyone is lucky to be an apothecary.

That's true. So, you are absolutely sure that no one came?

Well, if I were sure of the opposite,

don't you think I would have told you?

Then let me ask you one more question,

and I won't take any more of your time.

We have a ring...

And we would like to know what the writing on it says.

On the inside.

Can you read it?

Yes.

"Love is strong as death."* (*Song of Songs 8:6)

This is a wedding ring, Anton Andreyevich.

It is placed on the bride's finger at the wedding,

then it is kept her whole life

and passed on to the heirs.

I see.

Bride, you say.

I wonder if it's...

too big for a woman's hand.

It looks like a man's ring, doesn't it?

It is placed on the bride's index finger.

Where did you get it?

It was found at a crime scene.

If you have anything else to tell me,

please, do it without further delay.

For vita somnium breve est.

Life is a brief dream.

Well...

Such is the law, Yakov Platonovich.

When you stop being Nezhinskaya's husband,

you will no longer have the right to have a say in her fate.

And, I'm afraid, you won't be able to keep the guardianship of the boy either--

since he isn't your son.

I would like to submit a petition.

In view of the accession of the new emperor to the throne

and my humble merits in the service of the homeland,

perhaps Nezhinskaya may be pardoned.

Forget it.

If you assume that His Imperial Majesty Nikolai Aleksandrovich

is softer or wiser than his father, then you're wrong.

Give up your vain hopes

and don't tarnish yourself with this patronage.

Nezhinskaya will be exiled if she recovers,

or she will end her days in an asylum.

There is no third option.

In that case, I have to forgo the divorce.

Sorry to have wasted your time.

Goodbye.

Meine liebste Nina,

I have a surprise for you.

Mom?

Yes, this is your mom, go on, hug her, don't be afraid.

Mommy, I have missed you so much...

Aren't you happy to see your son?

Who is this boy?

Mom, have you forgotten me?

Don't be upset, Volodya.

Your mom is very ill.

But I will cure her and she will remember you.

Do you want me to show you something?

I hear you are a very bright boy.

You do well at school, don't you?

Yes, I want to be top of my class,

but I have to work on my algebra.

This apparatus can help you.

You know what electricity is, don't you?

Yes, of course.

And do you know

what effect it has on human brain?

It stimulates and develops it.

Electricity increases mental abilities?

You are a very intelligent boy indeed.

This is exactly what this apparatus has been designed for.

Do you want to try its effect on yourself?

Of course!

Oh, amazing!

But you have to sit

very, very still, all right?

Can I tell about this apparatus in the boarding school?

Of course.

You can even make a brief...

report on it.

No! No, no, no!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it! Come here, Volodenka...

Volodenka, Volodenka, my boy...

Mom, do you remember me now?

I never forgot you. Volodenka...

I'll leave you.

We'll talk later, meine liebste Nina.

Mommy, I have missed you so much...

Me too, I have missed you so much.

Look how you have grown... My boy...

My boy... My darling boy... - I have missed you so much...

So much...

Mademoiselle Mironova!

Anna Viktorovna!

Solomon Yakovlevich, good day.

Good day. I really need your help.

You see, my nephew Iosif

visited me a few days ago.

He didn't register with the police, which is, of course, against the rules.

Then again, why would he register

if he only stayed two days on his way to Odessa?

What happened to him?

They caught up with him in Yaroslavl

and he is being brought here to be accused of Maria Olshanskaya's murder.

And they will, trust me.

Have you read about the Dreyfus affair? - Of course.

What grounds do the police have to arrest him?

Our family ring

was found at the crime scene.

Look, if there is one thing I'm sure of,

it's that Iosif didn't murder anyone.

I understand. He needs a good lawyer.

I'll talk to my father-- - No, no, no.

I have already written to Mr. Wolkenstein in St. Petersburg,

I hope he won't say no.

I have a completely different favor to ask of you.

What is it?

Of course, religion forbids it,

but even the Biblical king Saul summoned the spirit of prophet Samuel,

so what do you expect from a poor apothecary?

Please, Anna Viktorovna,

talk to the late Olshanskaya.

After all, she must know who murdered her!

Spirit of Maria Olshanskaya, show yourself to me.

Spirit of Maria Olshanskaya, show yourself to me.

She doesn't want to come for some reason.

Yes.

Annette?

Why are you sitting alone in the dark?

I was trying to summon the spirit of Maria Olshanskaya,

but for some reason, she won't come.

Well, if she won't today, she will tomorrow.

Look.

Look what I've brought for you.

This is Andrey Petrovich's phonograph.

Yes. I've decided to keep it.

There is a recording of your voice here too, by the way.

I know.

Today is June 6, 1894.

The weather is beautiful, and Andrey Petrovich and I are recording voices.

This kind of defect happens because of improper storage.

- I'm going to-- - Wait, wait, wait. - I'm going to fix it.

I want to speak... But I have no voice.

I have almost no body either.

The bands of hours and days, weeks and years

are tied together in a tight knot.

It's completely natural in your state.

Annette, this is her posthumous poetry.

Can you imagine what's going to happen if this is printed?

If this is published? - Dear uncle, please, let me talk to her.

Who murdered you?

I remember us seeking the end at times,

waiting and believing the deathful hope...

But death proved to be as empty,

And I am as bored as I was before.

I wonder what she expected to find there.

Quiet, quiet.

Tell me, did your fiance murder you?

He came to me � I don't know who he is.

He encircled me within a ring. - A ring?

No...

It was Solomon Yakovlevich's nephew after all...

Branches loom dark against the moonlit sky...

The river murmurs weakly beneath.

And I am rocking in an airy net,

Far from earth and from heaven.

Maria, your poems are beautiful,

I love them.

But I don't understand.

Could you speak in prose? - No, no, no, no.

No way, let her speak the way she feels like speaking.

Uncle.

- Speak in verse, please, you're doing great! - Uncle!

Tell me, that person who murdered you--

where is that person now?

Where the backwater is quiet, where the river is silent--

- Why are you sitting in the dark? - "Where the backwater is quiet"...

Proceed to the dining room. Dinner is served.

Was it "the river is silent" or "the river flows"?! I can't remember!

Please...

Please...

So... "Where the backwater is quiet"... Right? Right.

"Where the river either is silent or flows"...

Right. What's next? What was next?

I too would love to know what was next.

- This is it? - This is it.

This is it. - She won't dictate enough for a new collection.

I actually thought that she was doing it for this exact purpose.

Well, it's all right.

Not bad as it is. I'll finish these myself later.

Is this your ring, Mr. Viner?

Yes, it belongs to my family.

In that case,

please, explain how it ended up in Mr. Gorelin's park,

at the spot where his fiancee, Maria Olshanskaya, was murdered.

Oh, I don't know.

We took a walk, it might have fallen out of my pocket.

So, you admit you were in the park that evening.

Yes, Marie and I took a walk there.

Then I must tell you

that you are the main suspect in the case of her murder.

You know, Mr. Investigator,

I think you are firmly convinced

that it was I.

I am not prejudiced against Jews, if that's what you mean.

But you had a motive and an opportunity.

And this is the key evidence, everything is against you.

I didn't murder her!

Masha!

Masha.

M-Masha, what's the matter--

Masha...

Then why didn't you report the incident to the police?

Because I was in town illegally.

I would have been immediately accused of this murder,

and Marie was beyond saving.

You took a wedding ring with you.

Were you going to propose?

Oh, you are so astute.

Yes, I wanted to her leave Gorelin and go away to America with me.

But she turned you down.

And you murdered her in a fit of rage, brutally and in cold blood.* (*I swear that's exactly what he says)

I understand, you lost control of yourself.

The jury will, of course, take this into consideration.

You know, Mr. Investigator,

I knew right from the start

that this conversation was pointless.

You will never believe me anyway.

I'm looking for a Mr. Korobeinikov.

It's me.

I read about the mummy case in the papers.

Very entertaining. It was you who solved it, wasn't it?

Who are you, sir?

And why are you storming into my office unannounced?

Vladimir Ulyanov, assistant to attorney at law Wolkenstein.

I presume this is my defendant Iosif Viner?

Mikhail Filippovich couldn't come, he is busy with a trial.

So I will be the one defending you.

Why did you release Gorelin so quickly?

Do you believe he couldn't have committed the murder?

He couldn't.

The medical examination of the body shows that

Maria Olshanskaya died

between 5 and 8 p.m.

Take a look.

And Gorelin didn't come home from the factory until 8 p.m.

And he immediately headed out into the park, to his fiancee

who, as he believed, was already his property.

You know, Anton Andreyevich,

in determining the time of death, half an hour

is a normal margin of error.

- Vladimir... excuse me, your patronymic? - Ilyich.

Your defendant has just said

Maria was already dead at 5 p.m., when he was fleeing from the park.

And you personally saw him fleeing,

not stumbling away on trembling legs?

- There are no witnesses. - Vladimir Ilyich...

There was a witness. - All right, all right.

Some man...

Some man, a peasant, I think...

He blocked my way, I pushed him aside...

Tall, bearded, with a knapsack...

Perhaps... I know the chances are slim,

but perhaps he saw who murdered my Masha.

Listen to me, Iosif Davidovich, this is archi-important* (*"very important", supposedly one of Lenin's catchwords)

Maybe you remember some distinguishing mark.

- A mark, a mark... - Yes, a mark.

Yes! Yes, there was one! His left hand was missing a finger.

I saw that. - Right.

Anton Andreyevich, I think that the entire police force of Zatonsk

must be deployed to search for this witness.

What witness?

The witness your defendant has just made up to drag out the investigation?

Why would there be a peasant in Gorelin's park?

You think too small, my dear chap.

I am not your dear chap.

Show some decorum, Mr. Ulyanov.

Otherwise I will have an officer throw you out of here,

even if you are from the capital and Wolkenstein's assistant.

I humbly beg your pardon.

And if you need that witness, find him yourself.

Go. Hurry, hurry!

Tell me, my good man, where do common folk live in this town?

Common folk? Well, in the sloboda.

Is it far from here?

- About a half-hour drive, sir. - Thank you.

STEPAN TERTUS TEA SHOP

That Ulyanov, Viner's lawyer

has just gotten me riled up.

Why?

Because he is a brash character, so smug and very unpleasant.

I'm sure he will make a brilliant career as a lawyer.

Sooner or later, he'll outdo Plevako* himself. (*the name Plevako (famous lawyer) and the Russian word for "outdo" used here have the common root meaning "spit")

Forgive the pun.

See, you're making jokes already, Anton Andreyevich.

Guess what they came up with.

Ulyanov and Viner made up a witness,

claiming he was in Gorelin's park at the time of the murder.

They described him as a tall bearded man

and, curiously, without one finger on the left hand.

You know, Anton Andreyevich,

they didn't make him up.

That witness does exist.

But, unfortunately, he is dead.

ABRACADABRA

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