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Ready or not, here I come.

ANNA, THE DETECTIVE

Yakov Platonovich, I have no clue how it could happen.

It's like he rose from the ground and hit you. I...

I can see that.

PERISHER EPISODE 6

I'm worried. What if he treated me to that perisher too?

So that's what you're on about.

You're afraid the figure with the scythe is coming.

I'm just curious about when it's going to take effect.

Oh, it will. It definitely will. In about 50 to 70 years.

Surround the block. He won't get far.

Already done, Your High Nobleness.

Uncle! You can't do it like that.

That's the only way you can, ma chere.

-What's the matter with you? -Those dreams again.

At your age, dreams are supposed to be romantic.

Sensuous, if you will.

Oh, uncle. You're like you always are.

Right, you, get over to that side of the house. Now!

Look over there! Get away from them!

He's over there, under the roof. The street sweeper saw him.

Do we get him?

Just keep your eyes open. Don't let him get away.

-No one go in the house. -Yes.

Why did you run?

Because you're all the same. You'd kill me anyway.

For Ilya Sazhin.

-For the perisher? -You too?

I don't believe in any perisher.

So don't.

Yakov Platonovich...

-Something's wrong. We have to go in. -He said not to.

-What if... -Quiet.

Yakov Platonovich.

Follow me!

Oh you...

Run downstairs!

Yakov Platonovich! You alive?

Yakov Platonovich! You're alive!

No, dead already.

Oh, you're joking. And that one?

It's like he vanished into thin air.

Did we really let him go?

-Stop! I'll shoot! -Don't shoot!

-What do you mean, Yakov Platonovich? -Don't shoot. That's an order.

Yes, sir, Your High Nobleness.

Tonight we're going to the Pototski's. They've invited us.

There will be dancing. Their son came from St Petersburg.

-Remember Lyonya? Leonid. -Yes, I remember.

I met him in the city last night. So handsome.

And he has his own business. Real estate, I think.

So young and already wealthy. And not married.

Mother, please, I don't want a bride show.

Why do you think it's a bride show?

It's a guest night, a dinner, there will be many young people.

You don't go anywhere except your police precinct.

Mom.

Anna, Shtolman is a fine figure of a man, sure.

And he was a real hero in that business with your kidnapping.

Doubtless, it impressed you. But understand, he's not the man for you.

I'm not looking for a man for me.

My dear, that way you'll stay an old maid.

I want... I want to do something. To achieve something.

Running the streets with the police?

I want to learn. To find my place.

Any decent woman's place is next to her husband.

This is scandalous. A suspect ran away from the police.

But how? He laid down three policemen with his fists.

And one of them isn't just any policemen, he's a police officer.

Artyukhin?

No, Shtolman.

What happened?

A scandal! In a decent family.

I just got back from the police. A suspect ran away last night.

What happened to Yakov Platonovich?

Yakov Platonovich literally got knocked out by the fugitive.

It's all right, don't worry. Our hero just has a little goose-egg now.

What the hell? Not a day goes by without incident.

Excuse me, I forgot a...

Why? Why did you have to tell her?

-I was actually telling Pyotr. -Yes.

She's head over heels with that Shtolman as it is.

So what, we aren't allowed to say the word "police" here now?

Indeed.

Anna! Anna, where are you going? Anna!

There is no excuse for this, Yakov Platonovich.

Виноват.

You let a murder suspect get away.

He can't be the killer.

He came to see Anastasia Kalinkina at the time it happened.

Why would he show himself there if he meant to do that crime?

Maybe he's cunning. Maybe he thought of that red herring on purpose.

I don't think so.

You don't think so. Write your report.

It'll be on your desk in half an hour.

And I had a conversation with the mayor.

You shouldn't blow this case with the fighters out of proportion.

That fellow died from natural causes.

-And his fiancee? -I'm sure one doesn't exclude the other.

I'm not sure, though.

Yakov Platonovich, that Sazhin died from natural causes.

And enough about that.

-But where is the body? -All the more reason.

If there's no body, there's nothing to discuss.

Just one question.

Why don't the town authorities ban this dubious sport?

I'm waiting for a report from you. The report!

Aleksandr Frantzevich!

Do you remember me?

How can I forget, Anna Viktorovna? I'm listening.

-I need a consultation. -What happened?

It's that Mr Shtolman may be in danger.

Please. Let's sit down.

There are grounds to suspect that there has been an attempt on his life.

I'll be frank, I've heard about that story.

But Yakov Platonovich is feeling great.

That's the thing! That strike acts with a delay.

A person can feel all right all day, and then bam, they're dead in the evening!

To be honest, I'm very skeptical about this kind of mysterious strikes.

I think they all come from fantasy, inventions, legends.

But doctor, no one can know for sure.

Think about it, how can I treat a patient if I don't even know what's wrong?

Well, true... But...

Although, wait.

There's someone named Golovin, he's a practicing physician.

As far as I remember, he specializes in such traumas.

Yakov Platonovich, I think we should approach Fidar's lair from another side.

Which one is that?

The opposite one.

I'll pretend that I want to be his student,

find out all the secrets of fist fighting.

I'll ask to be Fidar's student.

-And what does that give us? -What if he gets carried away...

...and tells me about the perisher.

Not a bad idea. Try it, but don't go too far, Anton Andreievich.

Don't challenge Fidar to a fight right away.

Oh, Anton Andreievich, give the captain my report, please.

Do not be worried, no one is going to find the body.

Are you sure?

They say the police have been here twice already.

And they've been to Krymov's office, too.

But you're a doctor.

You know perfectly well that if they don't find a body, they can't prove anything.

No matter how many times they come here.

Harder! Hit with your right!

That's why I want to know where the body is.

Why do you need that? It's not there, end of story. That's it.

And another thing, we're waiting for your foreign potion.

The guys are interested. So don't disappoint them, all right?

All right.

Keep your hands up...

Mr Fidar, can you spare a couple of minutes for me?

You again? Go train.

I've already told you everything.

I'm not here as a policeman. It's a personal thing.

I know that you only train your own fighters,

but if a man came to you, would you do him a favor?

What favor?

Would you teach me to punch, for example?

You?

You aren't cut out for this.

I'll... I'll try very hard.

Your bones are very thin, not suitable for what we do.

-But it's hard. -Your body is soft.

And you don't know how to fall.

But you can train, of course. Not for free, though.

Of course. Will you show me the perisher?

Oh, so that's what it's about? Are you sure I know it?

-That's what they say. -They say a lot of things.

Have you heard about this potion?

There's a potion, you drink it and you become a strongman. Right away.

You're making fun of me, right?

Making fun, why?

Talk to Dr Golovin, he works with our guys.

Really? What is that potion? Where is it from?

It's foreign. Patented.

All right. And then I'll train with you?

We'll see about that. First go see Dr Golovin. All right?

Certainly. Tell me, can I...?

Try it.

I thought everything was clear after the last conversation.

I don't remember such clarity being there.

-Didn't the police captain... -He did.

But what he tells me is none of your concern.

Where were you on the third day from 5 to 7 PM?

Are you out of your mind?

Answer the question, or we'll continue in my office.

Do you realize you're going to fly out of this town like a cork out of a bottle?

Maybe I will. But first, I'll convoy you in front of the entire city.

What do you want?

Where were you on the third day from 5 to 7 PM?

I was here, about two dozen employees saw me. What's the matter?

Nastia Kalinkina was murdered in that time, your employee.

How do you imagine that?

I lured the poor girl into a grove and killed her?

I'm asking the questions that you are obliged to answer.

On what grounds are you wasting my time?

Your gladiator fights led to two murders and I'm going to do everything

I can to close them down.

You don't have the reach. Got me?

And what do gladiators have to do with it?

People come to test their strength. Simple people, workers, laborers.

They all have jobs, and this is a way to have fun for them.

Belov works as a cartwright, for example.

And Ilya the dead man is from a village, he was a stevedore.

However, your fighters get their rewards.

So what? I like the fights, too.

And I pay them for victory out of pocket.

Except you leave the profits from the betting in that pocket.

That's it! Not another word without my lawyer.

Let's go, my friend.

-Dr Golovin? -Yes.

I need your consultation urgently.

-Make an appointment. -No! It's a question of life and death.

Police. You can go.

Belov, I'm not going to test my strength with you.

I have a revolver for that. I know you didn't kill Nastia nor Ilya.

I need to talk to you.

I've never believed those legends about some special strike.

So you think it's just a legend?

If a strike is lethal, sadly, death comes right away.

Why did Ilya Sazhin die, in your opinion?

Excuse me, my workday is starting. Patients.

Yes, yes, of course. Of course.

So you think there's no danger?

Yes, absolutely none.

And if your friend was alive and well after the strike,

he'll continue being healthy.

-Thank you, doctor. -You're welcome.

I'm interested in everything you know about Sazhin.

You were friends, right?

Buddies, maybe. But not friends.

I don't know what to tell you about him. Just a normal fellow from the village.

His fiancee was from another village like his.

His father was the best fighter around,

they would mass fight on holidays.

So Ilya got into that business. He thought he'd try his luck in the city.

Maybe you noticed something strange before that last fight.

-He fell in with Golovin the doctor. -Who is that?

A doctor who hangs around the fighters. If they broke, he'd fix them up.

I told Ilya, stay away from him. He sells all kinds of foreign potions.

Korobeinikov, right over to the doctor after seeing Fidar?

Yes, but not quite.

I managed to find out who that Doctor Golovin is.

-Sells the fighters some foreign potion? -Exactly. How did you know?

-Later. How did you know? -I eavesdropped.

Fidar was talking about it at his warehouse. There he is.

Speak of the devil.

-Doctor Golovin, if I'm not mistaken. -Yes. What can I do for you?

Oh, you have an obvious brain concussion. A poultice, a compress...

You're still young, it'll heal like on a dog.

Police. Investigator Shtolman. You're under arrest.

Me? What for? On what grounds?

You're suspected of using substances that hasn't been properly tested,

and harming people's health.

This can't be! Can't be!

Listen to me, I've tested those substances on myself!

Look at me, nothing happened!

That "nothing" is exactly what we're going to talk about.

What do you want? I don't trust you.

I don't trust you.

You took me to an empty lot and left me there yesterday.

What do you want?

Sazhin talked to me long before that fight. He complained of fatigue.

Maybe he was hounded by some disease, some sickness?

Yes, he had to rest more, take a break.

He didn't have the strength?

With his strength, he wanted to make more money.

And he managed to do that for a time, but you can't fool your own body.

-So he fought until exhaustion? -You could say that.

So what happened before his last fight?

I gave him a concoction. Naturally, I tested it on myself first.

I have no idea what could have happened.

-He died. -I don't believe it.

-I don't, either. -I don't believe it.

Do you realize he could have died because of your medicine?

What was that miracle remedy, if you don't mind me asking?

A recently synthesized remedy from Germany.

It boosts your stamina. Stimulates and fortifies your nervous system.

Did you calculate the dosage correctly?

Of course. I gave him three packets of two milligrams each.

Told him how to take it.

And where is the body of your patient now?

How am I supposed to know?

Who's supposed to know, then? A doctor's duty is to treat people safely!

-Quickly, pleasantly! -Investigator, I don't understand.

You're under arrest pending an investigation.

Your Nobleness, they found a body.

-Whose body? -I do not know.

Ulyashin sent a runner. They dug him up in an empty lot.

Yakov Platonovich, I saw the mute fellow with a shovel here yesterday.

-What? -Mityay.

Your High Nobleness, here. Here, they dug it up.

Well I'll be.

He was there for three days, give or take.

The men identified him. They're saying it's Sazhin, the famous fighter.

How did you find him?

-How? -They showed it to me.

Who?

You won't be able to question that witness.

Anna Viktorovna, don't you realize that the fact that you found the body

makes you suspect of being an accomplice?

What, are you going to suspect me now?

I won't. But how am I going to explain this phenomenon of yours

to the captain and the prosecutor?

Tell them Korobeinikov found him. Because he was here yesteday.

Why didn't you come to me right away?

Because you wouldn't have believed me, like always.

But Mr Ulyashin responded right away.

-Yakov Platonovich, how are you feeling? -Wonderful.

Rope. I found it at Fidar's warehouse yesterday. Just like this one.

Send the body to Miltz for an expertise.

And you go to Fidar, take him to the station.

-But take the men with you. -Yes, sir.

You're staying here.

Anna Viktorovna, are you going to stand there like that?

What's wrong?

-I.. I saw a man... -What man?

He was fighting somebody, and that face... that face is familiar.

-Where did you see him? -Here.

Let's go. You... you just got too excited.

No, I saw him. I just can't remember where.

-How do you do it, after all? -Do what?

Get in our way.

You know... I'll forgive your rudeness on account of getting hit in the head.

By the way, did you get hit at night?

Then you should spend this night at the hospital, monitored by a doctor.

Anna Viktorovna...

And no one can know that strike wasn't a perisher.

Stop that, it's all nonsense.

If you're going to argue, I'm taking you to the hospital myself. Got it?

I've been to two doctors already.

And no one can tell me anything specific about that perisher.

I'm really worried...

Enough, Anna Viktorovna, this is too much. I'm not a child.

But you're stubborn just like a child.

You're too young to give me marks.

Are you angry at me? Am I too intrusive?

I'm just not used to someone caring about me so much.

-You aren't? -I live alone.

Now that I've crossed all boundaries anyway,

can I ask you a question?

That woman, you risked your life for her. She didn't care about you?

What do you care about it?

That's in the past, and I don't want to talk about it.

In the past?

That's great.

Who's the child now?

Well, the only thing I can tell you for certain is that

death came as the result of a very powerful brain hemorrhage.

But what caused it? I'm afraid that's going to stay a mystery.

There can be several causes.

-Are they natural? -It varies.

It could be physical overextension. But it could have been a perisher.

You too, doctor?

Look, he's got a very serious bruise in his left temple area.

He has a plethora of various traumas, bruises...

Well, it figures, this is fist fighting.

Could death have come from taking remedies?

Like some chemical substance.

You mean Dr Golovin's substances, of course.

You know about them?

Yakov Platonovich, admit it, it would have been strange if I, a doctor,

didn't know what goes on in my field.

Is it possible to determine if Sazhin took such substances before the fight?

Well, I suppose it is. But that would take time.

Do you know this rope?

It's a rope like any other.

I found this length at your warehouse.

Sazhin's body was tied with the same kind of rope!

And Anastasia was hanged on the kind of rope!

I don't know anything.

It's pointless to deny it.

First you killed Sazhin so you didn't have to pay him his reward.

You buried his body. Then you killed his fiancee so she didn't discover it.

Sazhin went into the backroom and fell dead there.

I was in the hall at the time, 50 people saw me there.

Where were you on the night of the next day,

when Nastia was hanged?

I was home, sleeping it off. I was home.

-Who can corroborate that? -No one.

You didn't want to give Sazhin's fiancee the reward.

I gave it all to her!

Five people saw me give her the money at 4 PM,

after which I went home!

You didn't go home, you went after Nastia and hanged her in the grove.

And you took the money.

-That never happened. -What did?

-You buried Sazhin's body. -Yes! Yes! We buried Sazhin!

What else could we do? We had no idea why he died.

And Dr Golovin started to get worried. And then the investigation would start...

So Nastia and I struck a deal.

I would give her all the money,

even though she's not his wife, nobody to him.

And in return, she doesn't bury him at the cemetery.

Anton Andreievich, get Doctor Golovin in here.

Slander! How can you even say that?

Me, ordering the body buried? Unbelievable! Why would I need that?

You didn't order it in so many words. And you're not my boss!

But it was obvious from the beginning:

to save that affair, we needed to clean up after you.

So it turns out that Ilya died because of your remedies.

Nonsense! My concoctions have nothing to do with it!

I don't know why he died.

-How come? You're a doctor. -Yes.

Where were you at the moment of his death?

What do you mean, where? I was in the audience hall.

Everybody saw me. Then I got called into the backroom.

Your High Nobleness, a note from Dr Miltz.

Well? What does it say?

Autopsy showed that Sazhin didn't take your substances.

Well, I told you! I told you, didn't I!

You're looking in the wrong place.

Even if Sazhin was killed, it wasn't one of ours.

He told me that someone from his village lived in Zatonsk.

-Who was it? -I don't know.

Ask the mute fellow. Maybe he knows.

Thank you for the advice. Sergeant!

Get them both into a cell.

-How come? It's solved! -It's solved when I say it is.

All right, all right.

But investigator, how come? Gentlemen, how come?

It's solved...

I'm going to the warehous to talk to the mute man.

And you, Anton Andreievich, go to the old woman who rented the room out to Nastia.

Maybe she knows something about people from the deceased's village.

Ilya Sazhin's ghost, come to me.

Hey!

Damn it, he's deaf.

Remember me? I'm from the police.

Let's go to the warehouse. I have a few questions for you.

Where were you when Sazhin was fighting?

Where were you when Sazhin won?

Do you always watch fights here?

And when they found Sazhin dead in the hallway, where were you?

Where were you when they found Sazhin dead?

You should have seen it well from over here.

Fidar says he was outside at the time. That's what he says.

He heard screams, ran here, into the hallway.

Did you see him enter the hallway? Fidar.

You couldn't have seen that.

I lied. Fidar was here all that time, in the audience hall.

But you didn't see that. Because you're the one who killed Sazhin.

By hitting him in the temple.

Yakov Platonovich! He's the murderer! He's from the same village as Sazhin!

Anna Viktorovna, get back! Don't come close.

Yakov Platonovich, don't.

Don't do it.

I shouldn't have let you go.

You shouldn't have come here.

Yakov Platonovich! Thank God.

He's from the same village as Sazhin and Nastia.

The old woman said he came a couple of times.

Yes. Ilya Sazhin's father maimed him during a fistfight.

And then he stole his girlfriend, too.

He lost his hearing and the ability to talk from his punch.

So it's revenge. Why kill Nastia? Why Nastia?

-You monster. -Korobeinikov.

You hid in the backroom and waited for the fight to be over.

Because no one notices if you're there or not.

And then you killed Sazhin by hitting him in the temple.

The next day you buried the body.

Nastia came, Fidar gave her the money. And you followed her into the grove.

You broke her neck and hanged her.

I saw your fight in a dream. That's why I was trying to warn you.

So you couldn't change it, then.

No. You just had to believe me.

That fight seems to have... impressed you a lot.

I was just really worried for you. What if that perisher does exist?

I completely forgot in all this ruckus.

They said at the station that a telegram came.

Some lady is coming from St Petersburg in a week and she'll stay at a hotel.

She's going to... wait for you there.

It couldn't wait, Anton Andreievich?

Negative, sir. I'm sorry. My bad.

You told me it was all in the past.

-I... -You lied to me.

-Do I have to explain myself to you? -No, no, of course not.

I assure you, Annette and I don't talk about such things.

But you can see how much they allure her.

But that's wonderful. She's blossomed. She's gotten pretty.

She... Didn't you dream about her finally wearing dresses and ruches?

Stopping riding her bicycle around like a ruffian boy? Well...

Pyotr, you know what I mean.

A man with the reputation of a duelist, and a detective, too.

All those investigations...

I don't understand it at all.

It's like you're sure that Shtolman

is going to come asking for your blessing tomorrow.

He's an adult. He lives reasonably.

Not like me at his age.

God... What does this have to do with you? Like you were ever going to marry.

That's the thing, I never was.

Despite how taken I was with Irene at one time.

I completely lost my head then.

She wasn't herself when she came yesterday.

Says she was over to see Kurochkina about the translations.

I assure you, even if they met,

Shtolman won't allow himself to do anything.

I'm sure he keeps the company of women who don't demand any commitment from him.

Yakov Platonovich, why are you staying late?

The case case is closed.

Did you take to looking after me?

I could see from my window that there's a light on at the office.

So I thought maybe something was the matter.

Nothing. Go back to sleep.

The postman brought you a letter.

-Goodnight. -Goodnight.

Yakov Platonovich, I implore you to forget the stupid misunderstanding

that came between us. Do not bother explaining yourself.

And please, do not seek to meet me.

If you have even a little respect for me, you will do as I ask.

Thank you. Anna.

That's it, that's it. You've run the old man down.

Dad, is it true that you wanted a son?

I could never imagine that I would have a daughter like you.

PERISHER