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Anything else?

I’m looking for the Snow White.

He’s not in the dressing-rooms either.

Okay! If your artistic director doesn’t appear in five minutes,

the press conference will have to be canceled!

David is already beside himself!

Gabrielyanov doesn’t answer the phone, what can I do?

So call him again!

Shit! Total shit!

David, we are sorry, this is a stupid mistake!

Damned journalists!

I give you five minutes!

If your artistic director and the precious pin aren’t found,

you’ll have not just a scandal but a court case coming for you!

David!

Hello! I am happy to greet you again at GI corporation.

Incredible, a mere three days ago I was convinced I’d never see the professor

in person. And here he is! Unbelievable!

Honestly, I am terribly anxious myself.

I hope your meeting goes smoothly.

This way!

Hello!

My name is Heinrich Lokmus. Please sit down!

I am listening.

Several weeks ago, Johann Just and Elena Merekhina were killed in Tallinn.

Killed?

We have all the grounds to believe that these murders were associated with

IVF experiments you did in Tallinn 40 years ago.

I am sorry, my throat got all dry...

According to the information that we have,

two women who participated in your experiments died.

Yes, this is true.

Out of pure humanity, I helped infertile couples have children.

Unfortunately, the procedure was half-legal,

as in the Soviet Union such things weren’t welcomed and were even banned.

I am not to blame for those two deaths.

I worked in the lab where I grew embryos

and had no contact with the patients.

It was Johann who planted the embryos.

Along with them,

he also introduced infection into their bodies.

Investigation started,

but as it turned out, Johann was a KGB informer,

so I was accused of everything.

I had to flee.

And why are you asking me about it?

As far as I know,

the case was closed a long time ago after the end of limitation period,

and the case of motherland’s betrayal came apart with the motherland.

We believe that a relative of deceased patients

might be avenging for their deaths.

After 40 years?

We don’t have a different explanation,

but if it is so, you might be the next victim.

I’ve got a good security service,

so don’t worry.

Besides, I am not going to stay here for a long time.

Have a nice day!

You have an excellent air purification system. Silver ions, right?

I am glad you noticed.

It is an expensive but very efficient technology.

The system works automatically.

If necessary, I can increase the concentration of ions.

Enough.

And now please excuse me.

-Have you seen a cuff on his hand? -No, was there one?

There was, but then it disappeared.

And this mysterious appearance from behind the wall...

-What is there? -Haven’t you...

With such purification system?

Okay, I’ll go home.

I’m afraid not.

What?

Looks like the premiere will be canceled.

The most ambitious theatre project of the year

is in the epicenter of a huge scandal.

An obligatory condition of Eddington’s participation

in our play was his starring as Richard III

in the same costume he wears in London theatre.

A distinguishing detail of the costume is a pin,

which allegedly belonged to King Richard himself.

Seriously? Zhenya, give me the tablet.

SIB

The pin is kept in Gabrielyanov’s office, in his safebox. Only he has the key.

Gabrielyanov was to open his office this morning but...

Eddington had to perform without the pin.

That’s why he started such a scandal.

-This one? -Yes.

What’s wrong with you?

Sorry, I’ve been feeling nauseous all day.

Yesterday you drank the same cognac as the deceased.

Well, I dropped by and he offered 50 grams for de-stressing. So what?

Hemlock. You’re lucky you’ve only had 50 grams.

Where’s his office?

Hemlock.

I hear this from you for the second time today.

It seems to me you’re asserting yourself in front of me in this way.

Okay, I’ll ask.

What is hemlock? Are you happy?

Hemlock, or Conium maculatum,

a spotted biennial plant from the parsley family.

A strong and swiftly-acting poison.

Two persons touched the bottle, the deceased

and someone else wearing disposable gloves.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT

What about the safebox, did two people touch it as well?

No, only Gabrielyanov.

Poor Gabrik... How terrible.

It’s three days until the premiere,

and the theatre is left without its artistic director.

Can one person come with me?

Please be the witness to the search.

You can start.

Ammonium chloride. This is a counterfeit.

I’ve spent about 15 minutes in Sergey Ashotovich’s office,

he signed the calendar plan, then we drank some cognac and I left.

I met Baryshkin at the door when going out.

Yes, I came to visit Gabrik... Gabrielyanov.

I wanted to find out why they take

Eddington’s picture for the poster, and not mine.

He’ll perform twice and come back to his London,

and then it’s me who will be playing Richard.

Richard? Baryshkin is no Richard.

Sometimes Gabrielyanov had totally bizarre ideas.

What time did you visit the deceased?

Well, at lunchtime, at 2 or 3 pm.

Did you drink cognac with Gabrielyanov?

Honored artist Veniaminov never drinks at work.

Veniaminov?

He’s always drunk! I saw him sober last time in...

1995, when his wife left him!

He got so scared then that he quit drinking.

Though not for a long time.

Did you drink cognac with Gabrielyanov?

You know, they say different things about Gabrik...

but he never drank with artists.

Never. That was his principle.

But there is one exception,

his mistress.

What, Veniaminov didn’t tell you anything?

Who told you?

Though I know of course. Veniaminov, Stotsky or Baryshkin.

Three main gossipers of our theatre.

When did you see Gabrielyanov last time?

Yesterday, from 11 am till 2 pm during the dress rehearsal.

He was sitting in the audience.

And then, after the dress rehearsal, I went home.

Did you come into his office yesterday evening?

No.

Thank you. You’re free to go.

So what we have:

artistic director Gabrielyanov poisoned with hemlock

and a counterfeit pin.

There are no outside smells on the safebox,

so it was Gabrielyanov who put the pin there.

-Instead of the real one. -That’s not a given.

Eddington might have brought a copy.

No. The smell of ammonium chloride is fresh,

so the pin was made three days ago, max.

Then I’m starting the search.

Good luck.

Looking for a pin in the theatre is like looking for a needle...

in a needle factory.

You’ve got a visitor! Visitor not identified!

You?

Good evening! We need to talk.

-What about? -Your father.

Open the elevator!

Four silver rings, two silver pendants, a cigarette case, also in silver,

but no trace of a pin.

Tell me, could you have missed the pin?

No way! The device is tuned to 62 megasiemens,

the conductivity of silver, and this is all silver in the building.

Then, at the cemetery, I didn’t gather up the courage to talk to you.

And since then, I’ve been pestered by the thought you actually

don’t know anything about your father.

My obligation before your father is to tell you the whole truth.

I am all ears.

You father really wanted a son.

But Inga couldn’t get pregnant for a long time,

so they went to Lokmus.

Who?

There was a professor in Tallinn. He worked with in vitro...

I know. So?

He helped them.

Inga got pregnant and gave birth to you but,

unfortunately, died in labor.

However, you know this.

When you were eight, your talents started showing,

and KGB immediately got interested.

What do you mean, “got interested”?

I don’t know all the details,

but I know that an agent under the alias

of Pianist contacted your father.

He wanted to take you away from your father

and place you in a special boarding-school.

Your father refused point blank,

and then Pianist started blackmailing him.

How?

This I also don’t know.

Your father managed to keep you by his side,

but he was obliged to report on your development and...

His friends, family, colleagues...

He did that for your sake.

Why didn’t he tell me about it?

I don’t know.

I wonder, does she cry after Gabrik or because no one

will ever appoint her as the lead again?

I hate funeral services in the theatre.

Every time I remember my mom.

My daughter...

And we were wondering who’ll become artistic director...

Why is Veniaminov so full of joy? Not in the know?

The genuine nature of the pin is confirmed by WBT insurance company.

Right after my arrival, two weeks ago... thank you...

I gave the pin to Mr Gabrielyan for safe storage.

In the presence of my agent.

An act was drawn up.

Mr Eddington wants to say that...

I understand what he wants to say. Let Mr Eddington answer when he saw

the pin last time.

Two days ago, at the dress rehearsal.

I received it from the hands of Mr Gabrielyan,

and after the rehearsal gave it back to him for storage.

Thank you very much, I’ve got no more questions.

Viktor is calling!

Answering machine!

-Greetings! Please leave your message! -Call me when you wake up.

The death of Sergey Ashotovich Gabrielyan became a grave and irreplaceable loss for

the whole theatrical community.

However, due to the high significance

of Richard III, the theatre team is to come out with the premiere on

the scheduled date and on a due artistic level.

At such challenging moment the theatre cannot be beheaded,

so a decision has been made to appoint

Veniaminov Mikhail Arkadyevich as the artistic director.

The king is dead! Long live the king!

Thank you for your trust.

Today, I’ll submit the updated list of actors

engaged in the play for your approval.

Ammonium chloride. A good piece of work.

Remarkable for a copy.

There are lots of ways to apply a black finish to silver: sulphur paste,

iron chloride, iodine

and even, apologies, hydrogen sulphide vapors in the restroom.

Yes, don’t be surprised, such method also exists.

But all this is amateurish work. And this was done by a professional,

using a rare special method.

From a special alloy of copper, silver, lead and sulphur black compound is made.

Its powder is mixed with ammonium chloride

and applied into the hollows of the silver object.

Then it is baked.

-A cup of tea? -No, thank you.

As for me, I’ll have one.

Because nobody knows when I’ll get

to drink freshly brewed tea next time.

The problem is, I am still on travel restrictions though,

it should be noted, I am helping the investigation again.

As most people of my age, I have problems with vessels,

which greatly impacts my memory.

If you could help me get rid of these restrictions,

I would spend more time in fresh air,

which would improve my memory and I might have remembered the last

and first names of the person who made this copy.

If I promise you, I’ll lift travel restrictions,

will your memory come back to you now?

And immediately I can see that you are a smart person.

Almost as smart as Yasha Beltserovich

who produced this copy.

-Yes, this is my work. -Who ordered it from you?

The theatre. They needed a copy for the play.

They are having a premiere soon, have you heard about it?

I have. And who ordered it from you?

Some young man...

I do have all the papers!

One minute, please...

Ivan Ivanov, there.

Has anyone except you and this Ivan Ivanov touched these documents?

No! Of course not!

I knew he was no Ivanov!

You’ve got a visitor! This is David Eddington!

Who?

Mistake. This is Viktor.

Open the elevator!

Welcome, Viktor!

Purification regime turned on.

Your electronic lady is getting old! Time to get a new one.

You haven’t answered my calls for the whole day. What happened?

Alas, why would you heap these cares on me?

I am unfit...

I am unfit for state and majesty.

Mikhail Arkadyevich! There’s some mistake here.

Where is the mistake?

Look here. For some reason you are indicated for the role of Richard,

and I am in the reserve.

Well, this is correct. There is no mistake.

What do you mean? I am in the reserve.

But you were in the reserve. There is no more Eddington,

and I will play Richard instead of him.

And you’ll be in the reserve.

So that’s what it is about! Now I see it!

How I didn’t understand this before?

This is how third-raters get the leads in our theatre now!

How does your tongue feel after all this licking, huh?

Calm down, Baryshkin. What kind of Richard are you anyway?

Bastard! You’ll regret this!

Thief! And rascal!

Here’s Richard for you!

Here! Here! And here!

Will that be all, Ivan Gerasimovich?

I still need to learn my lines.

You’ll regret this later.

Rascal!

You’ll regret this later!

Who could have thought that I am a test-tube baby?

And that Lokmus is directly associated with my birth.

Yes, speaking of Lokmus.

Do you remember that guy in GI who attacked the receptionist?

Which guy? Ah... that one?

I do. So what?

Tell her.

Connect the device!

Search for devices! Connecting!

Yes, this is him.

Lagunin family: dad, mom and a five-year-old Nikita.

His umbilical blood, collected five years ago, is stored in GI blood bank.

Was stored,

to be exact. A month ago, Nikita was diagnosed with leukosis,

for treatment, umbilical blood stem cells were needed.

Lagunin family went to GI, but it turned out that

their child’s umbilical blood disappeared.

How so?

Like this.

A scandal ensues, which can destroy GI corporation.

In Tokyo stock exchange, its shares have already fallen by four points.

So this is why Lokmus flew in here.

Umbilical blood bank is the same thing as a regular bank.

If panic ensues, depositors take their money out and the bank bursts.

I recorded the press conference.

We’ll deal with it and conduct an internal investigation.

GI corporation takes up all expenses for the boy’s treatment.

I personally follow the selection of bone marrow donor for Nikita Lagunin.

As soon as the donor is found, Nikita will have immediate bone marrow

transplantation in one of the best Tokyo clinics.

I can assure you that the boy’s life is out of danger.

-Thank you. -Last question please!

-You! -David Kipiani, Sobytia newspaper.

Mr Lokmus, have you already testified in Tokyo prosecutor’s office

about the mysterious death of your business partner Takeshi Tamoto

and isn’t your arrival here an attempt to duck these questions?

The goal of my visit is a sincere wish to save the boy’s life.

That’s one thing. Secondly,

Tokyo prosecutor’s office doesn’t have any questions for me.

Thank you for your attention, goodbye.

Ladies and gentlemen!

The press conference is over! Thank you!

-This Lokmus is not that simple. -Who is that Takeshi Tamoto?

We’ll find it out, for sure!

Here! Look.

Two people touched this sheet:

a man about 50 years of age and Borisov,

Eddington’s agent.

You are a genius!

You’re a rascal, I despise you!

Idiot!

Allow me.

-Hello. -Dmitry, who’s there?

Excuse me for intervening, but we have to ask Mr Borisov several questions.

Mr Borisov, go on, translate.

Alas, why would you heap these cares on me?

I am unfit for state and majesty.

Call them again, my lord, and accept their suit.

Do, good my lord, lest all the land do rue it.

Cousin of Buckingham,

and you sage, grave men, since you will buckle...

buckle... hm...

Fortune on my back!

To bear her burthen, whether I will or no,

I must have patience to endure the load:

but alas, I am in the reserve again!

I ordered a copy from a jeweler.

He made it based on photos Gabrielyanov gave to me.

We planned to sell the pin

and divide the money equally between me and Gabrielyanov.

That evening, I came to the theatre at about 8 pm...

I gave the copy to Gabrielyanov, and he went back to the building

for the real pin, which he was supposed to give to me.

I waited for about 40 minutes, but he never came out.

I called him, but he didn’t answer.

And then I decided that he deceived me.

I waited for one more hour and left.

Why didn’t you go inside the theatre to get Gabrielyanov?

He locked the staff entrance and I didn’t have the key, of course.

And when did you pour poison in Gabrielyanov’s cognac?

Poison? Are you crazy?

I won’t say anything else without my lawyer.

Then I salute you with this kingly title:

long live Richard,

-England's royal king! -Amen!

Tomorrow will it please you to be crown'd?

Even when you please,

since you will have it so.

Dmitry! What have you done? You’ve disappointed me, Dmitry!

Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.

March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell

If not to heaven, then...

hand in hand...

Hand in hand to hell!

To hell... hand in hand...

So, you had conflict with Veniaminov...

I? No. Never. Well... emotions are our profession.

I could say anything in the heat of the moment.

I’ll even quote you: “... rascal, you’ll regret this...”

Listen, I am an actor! I am always in the element.

My words cannot be treated seriously.

Okay, you’re free to go.

The same hemlock, but this cup was held by so many people

that I can’t say anything anymore.

The same poison, so the murderer is also the same.

And it’s not Borisov, we’ve interrogated him.

If Borisov told us the truth, this means that Gabrielyanov did not take

the pin out of the theatre and it can still be here.

But where? We’ve searched everywhere...

Wait. Wait a sec... here.

In the morning, the costume designer took several costumes to the dry cleaner’s.

Oh no. Do we really have to go to the dry cleaner’s?

Our dry-cleaning is of very high quality, German standards.

German dry-cleaning and Chinese reagents.

This is a forced measure. The batch from Germany got stuck at the customs...

we can’t stop the whole process because of that!

But we’ll clean dwarf costumes only using German reagents.

Follow me! This is here.

I know who put it here.

I gathered you here, in this room,

to make an important announcement!

As you know, yesterday,

due to tragic events, a decision to close down the play was made.

But today, at the ministry’s council,

another decision was approved,

the premiere of Richard III will take place.

The art director of the play is Stotsky Stanislav Sergeyevich.

The floor is yours!

There are no changes in the cast.

Except, as you understand,

the role of Richard.

We approved

Vladimir Ivanovich Kachalov.

-I... -You played Richard III before,

and then Gabrielyanov took you off that role

-without any valid reason. -Yes, but...

I am very sorry! But why Kachalov?

Why not me?

-Baryshkin... -Yes, it’s me.

What kind of Richard are you?

So, in spite of two deaths, disappeared pin and Eddington’s refusal,

the ill-fated premiere will still take place!

The main intrigue is: who’ll play Richard III?

And won’t this actor die right on stage?

Cousin of Buckingham, and you sage, grave men,

since you will buckle fortune on my back, to bear her burthen,

whether I will or no,

I must have virtue...

dang... patience.

To hell with all this!

Dad, where are you going?

To Stotsky. Let him cancel the premiere.

I’ll fail the whole play.

This is your chance!

I thought you were a strong dad but it turns out you’re a coward.

I may be a coward, but not a murderer.

What? What are you talking about?

Hemlock.

Your mother took these trying to get cured from cancer.

After her death, five vials were left.

I don’t know why I didn’t throw them out then...

And now there are only three.

I slept with this eternally drunk

Gabrik only because he promised me

Richard’s role will be yours.

And he invited Eddington instead.

He deceived me and paid for it.

Why Veniaminov then?

Because he appointed himself for Richard’s role.

Dad!

You should play it!

You are crazy. This is just a role.

Lead! Lead role!

They’ll put you to prison.

No. There is no evidence against me.

And you won’t betray your only daughter.

Well, honey, are you ready?

Yes, my dear!

Which dwarf costumes? Ah, from Snow White...

What do you mean, returned from the dry cleaner’s

without cleaning?

Well, I don’t know,

take them to the costume stock, we’ll deal with that after the premiere.

I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,

cheated of feature by dissembling nature,

and that so lamely and unfashionable

that dogs bark at me as I halt by them.

Stop! Put the coffin down.

Which sorcerer has called an enemy here?

Too bad we won’t be able to enjoy Richard I.

You meant Richard III.

Are you trembling? You are scared!

I am not judging you for weekness,

but I despise you.

I gave birth to monster. Alas.

A monster? What kind of monster?

Let them kill me, I just want to die at once.

So, Tatiana, we’ve caught you red-handed?

... from the eyes,

which did not know compassionate tears...

What’s he saying? What’s he saying?

Let stars go against me!

I mean, that with my soul

I loved my daughter,

and meant to make her queen of England.

Where are you going, Tatiana? And with evidence in your hands.

It’s only her who can so powerfully hate me.

Having bought this love at bloody price,

I’ve missed something.

I repent before all of you bitterly that I...

... brought up such monster.

What kind of monster?

... But my death

will redeem for her sins.

Damn!

-The coda! Play the coda! -The coda! Play the coda!

Drop the curtain!

Damn!

Call the ambulance!

Oh, dears, you’re here!

I am so happy I could help the investigation.

Your idea with dwarf costumes is brilliant!

Provoking the criminal, this is the dramaturgy!

You should write plays, honey.

And I’ll put this diploma up in theatre foyer,

-in the most visible spot. -Good luck!

Come see our Richard III!

And Snow White, for sure! Do come!

SIB

Let’s try over there next time?

Maybe it won’t be that hot...

Idiot.

Really, why can’t we go to my place and spend the night together?

No way.

Hello. I haven’t expected you so early.

-Here they are. -Ah... here, read.

Kachalova confessed everything.

She poured poison into the unfinished cognac bottle,

knowing that Gabrielyanov will finish it by the same evening.

Early in the morning,

she arrived to see that Gabrielyanov was dead.

She found him backstage, next to Gabrielyanov,

a pin was lying, the one he didn’t manage to give to Borisov.

Kachalova decided to use this streak of luck

and hid the pin somewhere nobody would think of looking for it...

in a costume from another play.

Unfortunately for Kachalova,

the costume was taken to the dry cleaner’s,

-and you know the rest. -What about Kachalov?

There’s severe poisoning, but he’ll survive.

While he’s in the hospital, Stotsky plays Richard.

What about Baryshkin?

Baryshkin is no Richard.

-And... -Better keep silent.

-Excuse me, this is for you. -For me?

Yes. Here, take it.

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