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Episode 40 ABRACADABRA

All ready.

Please, try it.

"Miss".

Miss, this is the Chief--

Excuse me, are you going to speak through your ear?

Allow me.

This is the Chief of Police in Zatonsk,

Tregubov Nikolai Vasilievich--

You have to say "Zatonsk 315".

Zatonsk 315.

Now, where would you like to telephone?

I haven't decided yet.

How about the Yaroslavl police?

Miss, Yaroslavl 817, please.

Thank you.

You can speak now. - Who is this?

Who am I?

Chief of Police Tregubov from Zatonsk.

Pavel Andreyevich, greetings!

Yes! No, you--

Pavel Andreyevich, it's as if-- it's as if you're in the other room.

Nothing, just checking the connection.

How is your wife, how--

A meeting?

Well, don't let me keep you.

It's working.

It's working!

A bearded man, you say... tall, missing a finger...

No, I don't recall.

Maybe he's not from around here.

Wait, I think Katka Ovsova's father

lost a finger in the war.

Only I don't remember if it was the right or the left hand.

Where can I find this Katka?

Good gracious, sir, she's dead!

It's been a month already.

Dead, you say... Too bad.

Does she have any relatives left? - Not really.

She got a job at the factory six months ago.

Her husband drank himself to death, you see.

And she sent her young ones to the village, to live with the grandparents.

What's village called?

That I don't know.

We didn't talk much,

just shot the breeze sometimes.

At what factory did she work?

There's only one here, Gorelin's broadcloth factory.

A huge factory, built last year.

I sat belonely down a tree,

humbled fat and small.

A little lady sing to me

I couldn't see at all.* (*Uncle is channeling his inner John Lennon)

He's here again.

Who?

That spirit.

I think he doesn't understand what's happening to him.

Were you in the park on Monday?

Did you see the person that murdered Olshanskaya?

Did you see his face?

You don't understand what's happening to you, do you?

Oh dear, here we go again.

Good day, gentlemen worker comrades!

Who is the foreman here?

I am the foreman, so what?

Did you know Yekaterina Ovsova?

- It's about our Katka. - We should tell him.

Be quiet, idiot, do you want to lose your job?

We did have one here, yes.

She died a month ago.

And stopped suffering.

I need to talk to some relative of hers.

Do you know where they live?

Why do you ask?

Who are you anyway?

Vladimir Ulyanov, lawyer.

Lawyer?

Ivan, go fetch the manager.

He should throw this one out of here.

No need to go anywhere.

Why does my question make you so nervous?

Oh, you don't get it, do you? Well, let me explain.

I don't know who pays you to dig up this thing,

but we don't need any fuss.

Say you'll get 100 roubles for Katka's kids in court.

What we'll get in return is raised quotas and fines,

if they find out we've been talking to you.

What are you afraid of?

We live worse than dogs anyway.

Maybe Katka finally got herself a protector after death, and you're kicking him out.

You should keep quiet, Nastya.

Don't give me orders.

I'll tell you everything I know.

Well done, Nastya, you are truly conscientious.

There should be more people like you.

What is it? Is it that bad working for Gorelin?

Depends what you compare it to, sir.

At other factories, workers sleep right in the shop, on the machines.

We here even have our own nooks.

And sometimes we even get paid.

...about three times a year.

Katerina Ovsova supported her entire family on her own.

Her children and her parents, too.

She stood on the shopfloor 15 hours a day, never took a day off.

That day she was unwell.

The manager told her, you either work or you pay fine.

- So, what happened? - Like you don't know.

Her hair got into the belt drive,

she was dragged through the entire shop and thrown up to the ceiling.

She fell to her death.

All that was left was hair on the belt.

I knew from the start that you were pretending.

You must be a remarkable actress.

But that is not surprising,

judging by

the crime for which you will soon go to the labor camp.

Labor camp is as good as death.

Death is inevitable.

Look...

I am rich, I have money.

No, Nina, no.

I know how to give pleasure to a man.

Look at yourself, meine liebste Nina.

It has been a long time since you were that beauty who once shone at court.

There is only one condition that will allow you to avoid the labor camp.

And I am authorized to inform you of it.

I'm listening.

Good morning, Anton Andreyevich.

- Good morning, Vladimir-- let me see... - Ilyich.

Vladimir Ilyich...

I can see you're dying to tell me something.

You guessed right. I have found the witness.

You're obsessed with that witness. There is no witness, all right?

Yelisey Gorelin, 45 years of age, resides in the village of Ostafyino,

no index finger on the left hand.

And you know what's curious, he is a namesake

of our millionaire.

By the way, I was about to visit him.

Would you like to go with me?

There is no point. He won't tell you anything.

- What makes you so sure? - He is dead. Dead!

Is he?

How long have you known?

But don't you find this strange?

As soon as we find a witness, he gives up the ghost.

Yes, this is very strange indeed... Horrible, I would say.

Where is his body?

I would like to take a look at it.

On second thought, something tells me I may be wrong.

This is not that Gorelin, I mean, not Yelisey.

Let's go. - After you.

Go.

Yes, I think it's coming in a day or two.

I can't wait.

I'm dying to take him in my arms.

Or her.

No, it's definitely a boy this time.

I know, I saw him in a dream. - You did?

- Thank you, Anna Viktorovna. - You're welcome.

Goodbye. - Goodbye.

You again.

Have you remembered something?

All right.

Let's try together.

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

"Where the backwater is quiet..."

"Where the river is silent..."

Good day, ma'am!

Good day, kind sirs.

What brings you here?

We are looking for Yelisey Gorelin.

He isn't your husband, is he?

He is.

I was about to start looking for him myself.

He left for Zatonsk almost a week ago, he should have been back by now.

What business did he have in Zatonsk?

What business? Making a living.

I hear you lost your daughter recently.

She worked at Gorelin's factory and supported you.

And now you are left without livelihood.

Have you received nothing as compensation for her death?

Why nothing?

Mr. Manager counted out three whole roubles.

That's the price they put on my Katenka's life.

And she has three children!

How will Yelisey and I feed them, when we can barely support ourselves?

That's why he went to Zatonsk on foot

to beg Vasiliy Petrovich himself,

maybe he'd give us a little something to get by from his millions.

There, there, my dear, hush, hush.

At first, I really didn't remember anything.

I couldn't recognize anyone, I didn't understand anything.

But then my memory started coming back.

Why didn't you tell me anything?

I couldn't.

They were watching me all the time.

If you only knew what I had to go through.

But now I have a chance

to get out of here, and to be free!

I was given to understand that you can't be pardoned.

I will be pardoned.

If I give them what they want.

The folder with Gordon Brown's papers.

You have it, don't you?

No.

Did you hide it someplace safe?

I burned it, Nina!

No. No...

No!

I must say, I'm surprised, Vladimir Ilyich,

at how quickly you managed to establish the identity of that Yelisey.

Labor conquers all.

Love conquers all.

Each man is the maker of his own fortune?

I shall either find a way or make one.

I had top marks in Latin.

Between us, Anton Andreyevich,

something tells me that

Yelisey saw Olshanskaya's murderer in the park.

He may have, but he can't tell anyone now.

So, he is really dead.

Very well, I'll tell you.

There is a very strong medium living in our town.

And she has been helping the police very successfully for a long time.

This Yelisey came to her.

Therefore, lethal outcome.

You mean, the police of Zatonsk draws conclusions based on a medium's visions?

Yes...

I see all Russian institutions are indeed rotten to their foundation.

Mind your language, Mr. Ulyanov.

No need to be snide.

Anna Viktorovna helped the police more than once.

Is she some old hag who smells like mothballs?

I have done all I could for you.

And I promise I won't abandon Volodya,

even though I will cost me a lot.

Y-you couldn't burn it, you couldn't burn it...

You couldn't burn it--

Don't you understand that a weapon of such power

cannot be given to anyone?

Do you believe you saved the world?

Progress can't be stopped!

If not Gordon Brown, then someone else will finish his work.

At least I won't have anything to do with it,

my conscience will be clear!

No...

Never...

To your last day, you will know that you could save me

but didn't.

And every day, you will suffer and regret it,

but no one will release you from this pain.

- Anna Viktorovna! - Anton Andreyevich.

Any news?

Not news exactly, more like a guess.

Is there a river in the park where Olshanskaya was murdered?

Yes.

- Can we go there? - Of course.

So, you're saying that Katya Ovsova's life

was estimated at three roubles?

Believe me,

many more Katyas have to die

before the society finally awakens.

You don't sound like you feel pity for them.

Pity is insulting.

Well? Found anything?

No, sir.

- Continue. - Yes, sir.

Anna Viktorovna, give us at least a hint. What are we looking for?

I don't know, Anton Andreyevich.

But give me some time.

Give me some time.

Spirit of Yelisey Gorelin, show yourself to me.

Spirit of Yelisey Gorelin, show yourself to me.

Spirit of Yelisey Gorelin--

There!

You must look there!

Over here!

You died.

But a young woman had been murdered here right before you died.

Help us.

Show me who murdered her.

Who the hell are you?

Miss, I need to see Vasiliy Petrovich.

This is his land, isn't it?

What makes you think he'll want to see you?

My daughter...

was killed at his factory...

Her young ones will have to go begging now.

Why are you telling me all this?

I am in a state as it is.

See, I think I have twisted my ankle.

Whatever happens happens for the best.

Take comfort in the fact that your daughter is in a better world now.

Miss, kind Miss...

persuade Vasiliy Petrovich to see me.

Get away from me!

You reek!

We've found him!

He killed her with this flail*. (*it actually looks like a sap/blackjack)

Well, gentlemen.

Dr. Milz confirmed

that the deadly blow was dealt

at Olshanskaya with this very flail.

As you can see, there are still traces of blood on it.

The murderer is

a peasant from Ostafyino,

a Yelisey Gorelin.

But he himself soon died

after being pushed off the slope by Mr. Viner.

Hold on a minute.

Only a prejudiced and short-sighted person

can accuse my defendant of the old man's death.

Really?

By pushing Gorelin out of the way, Iosif Viner certainly

did not intend to kill him.

It was an accident, gentlemen.

Are you going to ruin the young man's life

just because he accidentally pushed aside

the man who had murdered the woman he loved?

- Accidentally. - Yes.

But I don't understand why this Yelisey Gorelin

murdered Maria.

Maybe because his daughter's death at your factory

had been valued at 3 roubles?

I didn't know anything about it...

Oh God, what's going on...

Iosif! Thank God!

Dear Vladimir Ilyich, thank you!

Thank you for our happy deliverance!

Thank you too, Mr. Lurye.

This was a very curious case.

Excuse me... Anna Viktorovna! Anna Viktorovna!

Thank you!

Thank you, we would be crying right now if it wasn't for you.

Oh, Solomon Yakovlevich,

the police would have figured it out without me anyway.

Don't be so modest, my child.

It was you who found the body.

And trust me, our town will never forget

that it was you who helped to catch that crazy woman

that had opened a bookshop on Poklonnaya Street.

Let's not talk about that.

I still shudder every time I think about that Abraxas.

Why would you be afraid of someone who doesn't exist?

"Ha-berakhah."

"Blessed be."

It's the beginning of the Jewish prayer

in which we praise the Creator of All Things.

And those mad Gnostics

even in ancient times had a habit of eavesdropping without understanding anything.

They invented some Abraxas and began to worship him.

So, you mean Abraxas...

is fiction?

It's gibberish.

Abracadabra.

I'm leaving, Nikolai Vasilievich. Good night.

Anton Andreyevich.

Take a seat.

May I ask

how you're feeling?

- I'm all right. - That's good to know.

As you know,

I intend to marry.

My life will change dramatically,

but I don't have the same strength as before.

So, my retirement is not far off.

I'm sorry to hear it.

Someone new will come and introduce his own rules.

Novus rex, nova lex.

New king, new law.

What do you think about

taking in the future the position

of the Chief of Police Department?

No, no, good man, bring the vodka from my office

and two shot glasses.

Anna Viktorovna!

I don't believe in all this mysticism...

It's the opium of the people, you know.

But your abilities shocked me.

You want to ask me for something.

How did you know?

Let me give you a lift, I'll tell you on the way.

All right.

I'm not worthy.

I missed Krutin... - Oh stop it, stop it.

We all missed Krutin.

I'll be straight with you.

I think you are the best candidate

for the job of the Chief of Police,

and I will do my best to see that

you get this promotion.

I am flattered but--

I can't.

I have to and I want to

leave our town. I can't stay here any longer,

everything reminds me of-- - Her?

But Polina Anikeyeva never existed.

Anton Andreyevich...

You loved a woman

created by your imagination.

Shake off this illusion

and enjoy your life.

Good night, Nikolai Vasilievich.

Weakling.

Vladimir Ilyich...

Did you lose someone?

Around five years ago.

Around seven years ago.

My elder brother.

Do you want to talk to him?

My head is spinning.

Is it really possible?

It is possible, although not always.

Why?

Sometimes they just won't come.

What was your brother's name?

Aleksandr Ulyanov.

He was executed*. (*For his involvement in the conspiracy to assassinate Alexander III)

Hanged.

Like a dog.

How horrible.

He was prepared to die.

I don't know if it was worth it...

if he regretted it after...

if he repented.

We're here.

Beautiful house.* (*The actual house where Lenin lived and died.)

Vladimir Ilyich, if you want,

come tomorrow, I'll try to help you talk to your brother.

No need, Anna Viktorovna.

I think I've gone all soft

in the company of a beautiful lady.

Whether Sasha has come to regret something or not

doesn't matter anymore.

This is not the way to go about it.

We will go another way*. (*A famous Lenin quote)

Well then...

If you change your mind, come tomorrow.

Have a good evening.

To the hotel.

I'm sorry, Serafima Ivanovna.

I didn't know about the accident with your daughter.

The manager didn't tell me anything.

He's been fired.

But why didn't your husband come to me right away?

He did go to the factory but they turned him back.

And we would have to hire a lawyer

to write up a complaint and submit it properly.

Where would we get the money?

I hope this amount can right at least some of the wrong I have caused you.

3,000 roubles...

Thank you, Vasiliy Petrovich.

I'll pray for you for the rest of my life.

Oh, please, stop it.

I've been meaning to ask...

When did you get this family name, Gorelin?

Oh, this...

My husband told me it was how they'd registered his grandfather,

by the name of his village, Gorelovka.

Was that the Gorelovka outside Yaroslavl?

The very same!

On Count Zubov's lands.

My grandfather is from those parts, he was one of Zubov's serfs.

Oh yeah?

Maybe we're even distant relatives?

That may be. Only life has taken us in so very different directions...

Oh, Vasiliy Petrovich.

To each their own.

It's a sin to rage against fate.

Well, I've been here too long.

God bless you.

You know what, Serafima,

come by my office tomorrow afternoon.

I'll find a good lawyer for you.

Money should be handled wisely.

That's true.

I've never seen this kind of money in my entire life.

Thank you.

DOWN WITH EXPLOITATION!

She has won after all.

A carriage stood by the church,

ONE MONTH LATER

There was a big wedding there.

All the guests were dressed elegantly,

And the bride was the most beautiful of all.* (*a Russian folk song)

Nikolai Vasilievich, I don't understand.

Are you standing guard over me or what?

Not standing guard exactly, just...

Keeping an eye on things.

I don't want any surprises this time.

What do you think?

You look like a groom.

Allow me.

Triumph's thunder louder, higher!

Russian pride is running high!* (*unofficial Russian national anthem in the late 18th and early 19th century)

Is it true that the groom is German?

No, I hear that he is retired.

You can't hear what I'm saying at all.

Speak in here.

When will lunch be served?

Have you read Passion and Disgrace yet?

I couldn't put it down.

That's true.

But this book is too licentious, if you ask me.

I have heard that all risque scenes were written by Viktor Ivanovich.

Maria Timofeyevna!

Have you seen my wife?

She has just been here.

- Masha! - What, Vitenka, what is it?!

Why are you still in your slippers?

Because Domna took my shoes to polish them and still hasn't returned them!

Aleksey Yegorovich, dearest,

please, help him find his shoes.

Yes, of course.

Pyotr Ivanovich!

Dearest.

Aleksandra Ivanovna, my dear!

You're welcome.

Darling...

...how subtle is its design.

Cows and bulls Look so alike...* (*by parodist poet Aleksandr Ivanov)

Oh my God...

Annushka, you are so beautiful...

There.

Excellent.

Good God, what are you doing?

This is much better.

Madame, but this is vulgar.

- And I'm telling you-- - Please!

This is enough.

Can I have some time alone?

Yes, let's go.

See how nervous she is. - As you wish, yes, all right.

Only like this, Annushka, only like this!

Gentlemen, what's going on? We've been waiting for ages!

Congratulations, Yakov Platonovich!

- Good day, Doctor. - Good day.

Thank you, Aleksandr Franzevich.

Yakov Platonovich, look,

Volodya and my Grisha have become such good friends!

Yes, Olga Matveyevna and I are so used to him now

that I don't think we can give him back to you.

By the way, you will be right.

It's very good for a child to live in a big family.

But where is our best man?

He should have been here a long time ago.

You rascal! If I catch you again--

Miss, is this yours? - Thank you!

Don't mention it.

Anton Andreyevich Korobeinikov, at your service.

Tatiana Sergeyevna Mironova.

Mironova?

So, the bride's side?

Yes, I am a distant relative.

Are you? And I am the best man.

Anton Andreyevich, where have you been?

About time!

Zatonsk Police Department.

The Chief of Police isn't in, he is at the church.

Mr. Korobeinikov is also at the wedding.

Mr. Shtolman? Well, he is the one getting married.

Yes, I am listening carefully.

Writing down.

You are a publisher now, are you?

I host a literary salon in Moscow,

you must pay me a visit.

I'll be happy to, it will be my honor.

Yakov Platonovich,

I have wanted to tell you for a long time but didn't have the heart...

I have done things I am ashamed of, and they weigh on my mind...

Your duel with Kliuyev...

I could prevent it, but--

Think nothing of it.

I never thought ill of you.

I know that you were doing it all for Anna Viktorovna.

Yakov Platonovich,

an urgent message from St. Petersburg.

Has something happened?

Who are you?

Did you think I was just going to give you to another man so easily?

Raymonde.

Ivan Yevgenyevich?

He was only a disguise.

Je suis ton Guillaume.

I am your Guillaume.

I have come for you.

No...

I have come for you.

Shh, don't. Don't scream, please.

Unless you want to doom all your family and friends.

Nikolai Vasilievich,

send officers to the Mironovs' house,

everyone you can find.

Are you armed? - Always.

Your revolver!

Carriage, quickly!

Your wedding dress looks so well you.

No...

I'm not Raymonde...

But you told me about your dreams yourself.

And now we are together again, my love.

No... no...

Great deeds await us.

The old world will perish.

And we will wake up in a new, beautiful world.

You're mad!

Let go of me...

You're mad...

Anna!

S. PETERBURGSKIE VEDOMOSTI (St. Petersburg News)

ZATONSK DRAMA IN WRITER MIRONOVA'S HOUSE

ABRACADABRA

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