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Uncle, what are you doing here?

I need a drink.

- What?
- Breakdown. A nervous.

But what... What is happening here?

What the hell?
Isn't there anything in this house?

Annette!
I knew you were plotting something.

I was watching you at home, but...
I fell asleep. So I was late.

- We were so close to catching him.
- But who could it be?

Some fellow. Looks like a regular fellow.
And he knocked me off my feet!

He did! He's huge, like a bear.

What if the countess was
showing me his image?

If he was the last person she saw...

What was he doing here?

Pyotr Ivanovich!

Uncle! Uncle, what's wrong?
What happened?

Everything... Everything is blurred.

What kind of wine is that?

Where did you get this bottle?

Where did you get this bottle, Uncle?
In Ulla's room?

Yes. Well...

I'm relieved, finally.

Pyotr Ivanovich!

Uncle! My dear uncle... Uncle...

This is it. I have had enough.
Let the police handle it.

One,

two,

three,

four, five.

Ready or not, here I come.

DETECTIVE ANNA

MEDICAL PRIVACY
EPISODE 36

I didn't talk to Anna Viktorovna herself.

And they didn't dare tell
me about their adventure.

If Pyotr Ivanovich hadn't
made that gulp of wine...

We'd have a completely different picture.

Yes. Although, if that Chateau Lafite
really was presented by the countess...

In that case,
maybe it was brought from St Petersburg?

Yes... Well, then, Anton Andreievich,
call Uvarova's companion, please.

- I need to apologize to her.
- How so?

She said she wasn't feeling very well that
evening, and I... I didn't believe her.

She shouldn't have been running
around in the astral plane

and fooling the countess.

You think that's why she got that wine?

Who knows?

I'll get going.

What the hell is that?
Breaking into someone's home!

Don't get so mad, Viktor.
It was fine in the end.

You promised me.

You promised you would
keep an eye on Anna!

Well, I did.

What did they put in that wine?

I told you Ulla was a victim,
not a criminal.

She can't remember anything
because of that poison.

My God, don't get in the way
of the police doing their jobs!

We actually did their jobs.

And Uncle and Klizubov almost
caught the perpetrator.

Exactly, "almost."
Instead, you just scared them off.

Yakov Platonovich, someone's here for you.
Says he's a forest warden.

- Ask him in.
- Come in.

- Hello, Yermolay Timofeevich.
- My respect, Yakov Platonovich.

Take a seat.

- Any news?
- There is some.

They say there's some
poisonous fog in the woods.

What about that fog?

Here, beyond the grove, two kilometers
from the polygon's fence, is our object.

It has a special guard detail. And that's
all we've been able to discern so far.

We don't even know what it looks like.
If it's a bunker, a house...

The hut on chicken legs...
Wouldn't it be easier to send Jean?

Why do you dislike Jean so much?
He'll get shot by the guards there.

- Or maybe they won't.
- Maybe they won't.

Maybe they will.
We cannot rely on chance.

Besides, we won't find anything out
about the object's purpose that way.

They say it appears
in the lowlands for some time.

Especially when the wind
comes from the polygon.

And the soldiers are around.

Animals have been dying from that fog,
birds... People have been getting sick.

And also they're saying they saw that
Englishman with the soldiers, Brown.

- The one you made me spy on.
- Well, not exactly spy...

What is the name of that job,
then, Yakov Platonovich?

Please, that job is not for me.
What's so special about that Brown?

So some lady comes to visit him.
You knew that perfectly well yourself.

I do, I do.

Yakov Platonovich,
relieve me of this position.

For Christ's sake.

Well, what can I do, Yermolay?
Let it be so, then.

You've done so much for me already.
Thank you, Yermolay.

You're welcome, Yakov Platonovich.

Now, if you need something in the woods,
I'm yours anytime, just ask and I'll help.

Goodbye, Yakov Platonovich.

- I'm leaving.
- What?

I can't stay here anymore. It's so boring.

Wait, Nina, just wait.
What are you talking about?

You have to bear through it.

And then, you know what it's all for.

No. I'm tired of it.
I don't want anything.

I understand. I understand, of course.
Balls, dinners, rumors...

You suffer without
the palace hall intrigue.

- Don't paint me as a brainless coquette.
- No, God forbid.

It's just that
I see you suffer without light.

Yes. It's hard for me here.
I hate everything here.

On the other hand,
you have Shtolman again.

- I think I hate him now, too.
- It takes one step...

Let me go. Why do you need me?

To keep him on a short leash.

- I think he's faking it. It's some game.
- So play it, then.

- And also I need Mironova.
- What use is she to you?

What if she really is capable of
reading signals from the other world.

She's bluffing. Female tricks.
To fool Shtolman.

No, no, no.
There's really something there.

We need Mironova.

Imagine this: killing the Englishman
and then asking his spirit

what he was doing there, at that polygon.
That's the shortest way to the truth.

Killing him to interrogate him.
I think it's genius.

I've always known you weren't
as simple as you look.

I was doing my job,
and you were living off of other people.

Everybody has their own fate
and their own job.

You... You let demons into the house!
You tricked the lady with your sorcery!

Is that why you killed your lady,
to free her of the demons?

And you thought you'd
poison me as well.

Get away, you witch. I didn't kill her!

Or did the jewels seduce you?

Don't put that sin on me in vain.

Goodbye.
You're in the hands of Man's judgment now.

Did he happen to tell you any specifics?

Doctor, I'm telling you,
Nikolai Vasilyevich said it was urgent

and ordered me to take you
to the precinct right away.

But... What it is it? What?

Aleksandr Frantzevich,
how should I know?

Look, my good man, you're taking
me off my patients, my procedures.

and you don't even have the slightest
idea about what they're calling me for?

We aren't allowed to inquire about orders
from above. We're the Tsar's servants.

- Yes, I'm sorry. I overreacted.
- It happens. Please.

Doctor, why are you here, in the corridor?
With your things?

A policeman escorted me here
on Mr Tregubov's orders.

I suppose I am under arrest
on suspicions of murder.

What arrest?
Did the policeman tell you that?

Not, it wasn't him.

But what would they bring me
here for if not to arrest me?

My dear doctor, what are you saying?
We called you as an expert

so you would help us make sense of this
bottle we found in Ulla Tomkine's room.

Aleksandr Frantzevich, hello, hello.
Glad to see you.

We count on your help,
we count on it very much.

Has Yakov Platonovich explained
the essence of the problem?

- Yes, sir.
- This is serious. Get to it.

The countess's murder could
cause a great public outcry.

Besides, I don't like that city doctor.
I really don't.

I've known him since I was a student.

He was jealous of me then, too,
I must say.

In a word, he's a bastard.

Why did you bring your things?

They're my things. Please.

Well, report! Who gave me this case?

Thank you so much for taking part.

Come on now. It was completely unfair,
taking away someone's freedom

when they've done nothing wrong.
Particularly if it's a woman.

I didn't have it in the first place, freedom.

Uvarova was so obsessed with her migraine
that everyone suffered from it with her.

And your spells?

She thought they would
relive her suffering.

Or she simply told herslef that.

But you believed they
were helping her, too?

No matter what I believe,

I need somewhere to live
and something to eat.

But I don't understand you.
You're a medium, but you're well off.

- What, do you think I'm faking it?
- What else should I think, really?

- That you talk to the dead?
- But I do talk to the dead.

Come on, leave it.
You don't have to be like that with me.

- I'm honest, so be honest with me.
- I am honest with you.

Very well, as you wish.

I know why you do it, though.

Why?

You're trying to fool that investigator.
I have eyes.

It's very simple.

People always think
that they can hide it from everybody.

But that's impossible.

Come on, let me show you something.

Come on.
Don't worry, I won't harm you in any way.

I was certain I would come back here.

Come in.

It's all this book.

It speaks in the languages
of Man and Time.

Place your hand here. Please.

And ask it something that
matters to you very much,

but don't tell me.

Did you ask?

"Love will never cease,
but prophecies will end,

tongues will be silent and
knowledge will be useless."

No, your book is wrong about me.

That is impossible.
The book is never wrong.

Did the countess ever
ask about herself?

Constantly.

- And what you read to her was true?
- Of course.

Although I could only
suspect what she was asking.

Was death in those predictions for her?

I can't disclose what the book tells me.

I don't feel well in this house.
Let me walk you out. Please.

Please.

Shame about Uvarova.
She was an extravagant one.

Why are you surprised?
I knew her from St Petersburg.

Who would have thought
thought she'd end up here.

And her companion Ulla, did she
demonstrate her magical abilities to you?

- You know I don't believe in that.
- Neither do I. So did she?

Well, she read some
predictions from some book.

- So you didn't like them.
- Why?

You'd brag about it otherwise.

So you don't know me at all.

Otherwise you wouldn't start

so far off to ask an important
question about Uvarova.

Did the countess have a lover?

There. That's where
you should have began.

You didn't like Mr Klizubov much?

I've always thought
he was an arrogant fool.

But he was the countess's doctor,
and she seemed to trust him.

The countess's relationship with
Klizubov was more complicated

than just a doctor-patient one.

- But that's inappropriate to discuss.
- Yes, I understand.

Klizubov is just an envious failure.

You have an opinion about many things.
Thank you, it has been a pleasure.

You can read people
like a book. Trust me.

All the best.

Aleksandr Frantzevich,

I didn't mean to accuse you of anything.

I think you are an exceptionally
professional doctor.

You know, the countess wasn't
just a regular patient for me.

Her death, it...

Georgiy Ilyich, I understand.

However, let us finish this conversation
without unneeded sentimentality.

Thank you. Thank you.

So I can rely on your kind
and friendly demeanor in the future?

I don't think I have
anything to share with you.

My good man,
it is actually the opposite.

I wanted to share some of my conclusions
about the countess's sickness.

I still can't stop thinking about it.

What do you want? What for?

You're strange.
Go away before it gets bad.

I told you I'm not letting you through,
you imbecile.

Who did that to him?

He started it. He couldn't even say
where he was going. Mute, I guess.

Call the doctor. If he really turns
out to be mute, let him examine him.

And you, establish his identity.

We already have. The countess's servant
we have in here says she knows him.

Your brother is a bit wild.
Does he not talk?

- He hasn't spoken since birth.
- Why did he push the policeman, then?

He probably came here for me.
He can't live without me.

I see. Well, then speak
for the both of you.

My father perished
one day, mother died.

So Matvey, my brother,
and I were left alone.

My brother was right small back then.
So the White Pigeons gave us shelter.

Skoptsy?

They call themselves the White Pigeons.
The village is rich, we lived well.

That's right, skoptsy.

They have no offspring nor can they,
for certain reasons.

- So they like orphans.
- They were good to us, took care of us.

And then what?

And then it was time for the ritual,
and I ran away.

- But Matvey stayed.
- So he was initated?

He barely survived.
And I wasn't even there.

Yakov Platonovich, there's...

Yakov Platonovich! I'm so sorry. I...
I shouldn't have spoken to you that way.

I see. You thought I wanted to make Ulla
a scapegoat for all sorts of charatalns?

I'm not angry with you.
Was there anything else you wanted to say?

No. I have nothing in particular to say.

Then if you'll excuse me, I have to go.

Yes, of course.

Continue.

I ran away.
I drifted until the countess picked me up.

She even gave me papers.

And your brother?
Why did he reappear?

He's calling me back.
The countess is dead, why should I stay?

So your brother killed the countess
to get his sister back.

And the jewels while he's at it.

What are you talking about?
He didn't kill her! He never hurt a fly!

- Where's the jewelry box, then?
- The brooch will be mine anyway.

And where the rest of it is,
I don't even know.

I've heard that already.
What about your brother?

Matvey came when the
lady was already dead.

In that wine, the countess's wine,
sedatives were discovered.

Was that you and your brother?

Where...
where would we get the concoction?

I paid quite a price for the proof
of Ulla's innocence.

On one hand, I helped her, sure.

But I should be more...
squeamish, I suppose.

Yes. And all my efforts were in vain,
as it appears.

Annette, you know the spirits
never give you plain answers.

They only hint. If you interpret it wrong,
you could make an irrevocable mistake.

Uncle,
why are you telling me that right now?

Your Ulla is right about one thing.

We should treat each other with more
empathy, compassion, understanding.

More attention to each other.

And for that, we need to offer
the same attention to a spirit as well.

You need to genuinely put
yourself in his place.

Okay. Okay.
Put yourself in the countess's place.

Why did she show me a man's silhouette?

On the other hand,
you should never trust spirits blindly.

Who knows what motivates them?

If it was that simple, they'd just
name the killer and that would be that.

Wait. Wait.

However, it's possible that the servant's
brother committed ritualistic murder.

Anton Andreievich, for God's sake,
why would he do that?

So the leaders of the sect take back
his sister who ran away at one time.

- So how did he kill her?
- I don't know.

Suffocated her, poisoned her,
scared her to death! I don't know!

And he slipped her some mixture
into the bottle beforehand?

It's too complicated for a simple peasant.

But what if someone taught him?

Or guided him...

- Were there syringes at the house?
- Yes. Various kinds.

The servant mentioned in passing
that Dr Klizubov taught her

to perform injections.

Are you hinting that the countess could
have been killed with a lethal injection?

That's not the point. Here, look.

The cork was pierced. See?

Some solution was injected
into the bottle with a syringe.

That's a completely different world,
after all.

A world that can distort the personalities
and habits of the departed drastically.

Uncle, I need to go.

I need to leave for 30 minutes,
but my parents are watching.

- No.
- Please. I'm going to see Shtolman.

I'll just say a few words
to him and come back.

No. No, no, I will not cover for you.
I will not.

And if I were Shtolman, I would send
you home right away. With a policeman.

So your Daddy sees how they
protect you from various perils.

Have I put you on the path
to realizing who it was?

Well, I'll tell you if you let me go.

Right, you do a good deed...

Uncle, make your
mind up. Come on.

I'll be very quick. Thanks.

You want to know about this wine,
I take it?

Yes, exactly.

French Lafite. No one has it but us.

Very well. I dare to assume
that it's an expensive wine,

and accordingly,
people don't buy it often.

You're correct.
It's rare that there is a buyer.

Wonderful. In that case,
do you remember people who bought it?

Of course. I remember all the buyers
in the last month, or even two.

How surprisingly lucky.
In that case, let us remember.

Well, he was a big fellow.

With a suitcase,
like he'd just come off a train.

- Wait, what kind of suitcase?
- The suitcase was black. Big, heavy.

The baggage handler could barely lift it.

- And when was that?
- Four days ago.

Anton Andreievich,
give the order about a cab.

Ulyashin!

As for you, thank you for your help.
You're free to go.

Yakov Platonovich! I know who it was!

Anna Viktorovna, excellent timing.

Are you off to arrest the killer?
I'm coming with you.

Yes, yes. We're about to set off.

You... you wait in my office,

I need to pick up the warrant
for his arrest.

All right.

Yevgrashin!

Open up, now!

Open it!

Open!

Please forgive me.

Yakov Platonovich ordered me not
to let you out until he's back.

What... How conniving!
He went to "pick up the warrant", sure.

Open up! He tricked me!

There was no trick. Yakov Platonovich
was filing the correct paperwork.

Listen!
You have no right to hold me in here!

And my father is a lawyer!

You're locking me up illegally!

Yakov Platonovich said
no one locked you in.

What? What do you
mean, no one did?

The key broke on accident.

They already sent for the locksmith
to fix the lock.

...and this dynamo machine,
I brought from Germany.

So that's how the machine you
killed the countess with looks like.

I've performed every procedure,
on myself more than once.

I state with all due authority that
it isn't dangerous in the slightest.

- What are you going to do?
- A little patience. Don't be so nervous.

I have been studying the effects of
electricity on the brain for a long time.

Obviously, those studies were the reason
your medical license was revoked.

Oh, Yakov Platonovich...

Anna Viktorovna!

Aleksandr Petrovich!

Come here.

Excellent timing.

- Let's go!
- Is this a prison break?

I won't sell you out.

Let's go! Let's go!

Faster, faster, please!

In fact, what do they even know?
Ignorant fools.

I'm on the verge of a great discovery.
Shock therapy.

It's such a shame that we didn't get to
perform a craniotomy on the countess.

I wanted to see what's
inside her skull so much.

Do you hear me? You're insane.
You're going to a penal labor camp.

You're the one who's going
to help me avoid that.

Funny. How am I going to do that?

I am just going to prove

that my dynamo machine
cannot kill a person.

And the countess...
it was just an accident.

An accident, you see? Thunderstorm.

You don't understand, do you?
You're committing another murder.

My dear colleague,
nothing at all is going to happen to you.

And you're going to prove that
my technique is completely safe.

Because I have to publish the results
of my studies. And they're worth it!

And for that,
I have to prove my innocence.

What about the jewels?

You stole them.

That's a donation to science.

Klizubov, don't lie to yourself.
You're no scientist.

You're a murderer and a simple thief.

- What are you doing here?
- What are you doing here?

I stayed for the autopsy of the countess.

I wanted to see the results
of the experiments,

and besides, it's science.

Curiosity. It has killed many.
How did you kill her?

It was an accident. Do you understand?
An experiment with electricity.

- Electricity?
- You won't understand, anyway.

You know,
I thought magic was at fault for it all.

And that maybe I really
was capable of something.

What nonsense!

Although you were a decent
suspect for the investigation.

That's why you slipped
me the hypnotic, right?

I had to take you out
of the game somehow.

One doesn't know what
to expect from you.

You're full of surprises yourself.
Where are the jewels?

Well, have you succeeded?
In your search.

The house is empty.

At the hospital, they said that
Dr Miltz left with Klizubov.

Look for a basement.
Klizubov was talking about a basement.

Follow me!

You're not getting any jewels.

Because all that money is
going to the needs of science.

Are you stupid?

You're the stupid one.
"Bel's will! Bel's will!"

You will be punished.
Akhkhazu shall find you!

They will torment you,
and your suffering...

Doctor! My God.

Help him up.

- Where did you get the gun?
- From Uvarova. She kept it just in case.

And how did you end up being here?

I heard scratching in the basement.

I came down and saw what he was
doing to that man. He charged me.

- Why did he want to kill you?
- I don't know. Lost his mind, maybe?

Yakov Platonovich...

So that's how it is.

Locking me up in your office! That's...
That's... Tactless! It's humiliating!

- Anna Viktorovna...
- Who do you think you are?

Lately you've crossed every line!

I've been hearing that often lately.

I don't care what you've been hearting!

You just... you just exploited it!

- Exploited what?
- The fact that I trusted you.

But not anymore.

For your own safety.

I can't bear to hear about
my own safety already!

Anything for my safety! Anything!

What if you have to put me
in jail for my own safety?

The thunderstorm was
very lucky for Klizubov.

The rain and thunder hid the sounds.

And to make sure Ulla didn't find out
about his visit and didn't get in the way,

he slipped her a wine bottle with
this potion through the countess.

Or maybe the countess dropped something
in her tea herself. Opium, for example.

Possible.

I suspect the servant's brother
was in the house that night,

and he could see something.

You know, Yakov Platonovich,
it was important for Klizubov that it look

like a premeditated murder,
not a fatal accident at all.

Why? So there would be a post mortem
and he could confirm the effectiveness

of his killing machine?

That's right, exactly. Obsession.
Vita sine litteris mors est.

"Without science, life is death?"

A little longer and I'd be a victim
of that science myself.

Your health, Aleksandr Frantzevich.

I am grateful to the lady.
God rest her soul.

Well, then. We'll sell the brooch.
We'll have enough money.

We'll move somewhere far away,
buy a house.

We'll take in some orphans
like the ones we used to be.

We're going to have a big family.

I'm not leaving you.

Of course, Viktor Ivanovich,
your duty is defending Lady Uvarova's will.

Nikolai Vasilyevich, all the clauses
of the will must be strictly followed.

No matter how strange they may look to us.

Don't worry. The jewels will be presented
in court as a central piece of evidence.

By the way,
what is Ms Tomkute being accused of?

Murdering Dr Klizubov.

Well,
her lawyer is going to have a hard time.

Also, Nikolai Vasilyevich,
as the executor of Uvarova's will,

after the court session I will have
to make sure that all her jewels

are passed to the heirs lawfully.

Don't worry, the only recipient
is the Academy of Medicine.

It will receive everything in full.

- Good day.
- Good day.

Anna Viktorovna?
Glad to see you. Here to see me?

No, not you. Ms Tomkute.

Interesting.

Nikolai Vasilyevich Tregubov has
officially allowed visitation and delivery.

Why are you looking like that?
Someone has to take care of her.

Of poor Ulla. She's no hardened criminal.
She's just a victim of circumstance.

Well, we don't know
what really happened there.

Yes we do.
I've talked to Klizubov already,

and he told me in detail
how Ulla killed him.

Right.

And by the way,
he really did attack her first.

And if it wasn't for Ulla,

he'd have the time to turn
on his satanic contraption,

and then the doctor...

Well, if you're not here to see me,
I won't keep you any longer.

- You? What do you want?
- I've brought you some food.

- I am not saying any more.
- I don't need any more.

I know you didn't want to kill him.

- You've spoken with the deceased?
- Yes.

No. You only came here
to show off your talents to me.

No. I simply brought you some food.

Are you a God's fool or something?

It appears that I am. Goodbye.

When I got here,
it was already there, opened.

So... I'm sorry.

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