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Previously on GOGOL

The horseman turned out to save you or something.

Yes, it's true.

These marks were found on seven houses.

These girls have been chosen as the horseman's victims.

Sniffing around, are you?

Don't you want to come inside?

-I have to run. -Run along, my little witch.

[speaking mysterious language]

Mr. Gogol, are you sure that you did not imagine this killer?

What are you implying?

The horseman marked not seven, but eight girls.

Perhaps he is right, and I am indeed safe here?

I need Gogol, and I need him alive.

I need your help. I must complete the rite.

He's not breathing.

GOGOL

CHAPTER 7 THE HORSEMAN'S LAIR

Devised by ALEXANDER TSEKALO

Screenplay by NATALYA MERKULOVA, ALEXEY CHUPOV

Directed by EGOR BARANOV

What grieves you, Papa?

Director of Photography: SERGEY TROFIMOV

Remember this, Vasilina:

only what I tell you is the truth.

Mr. Gogol was a godly man.

He had a great soul.

And should anyone have a bad word to say about him,

ignore them.

Don't believe it.

Why are you talking about Mr. Gogol as if he were dead?

He isn't dead.

You're right, my girl.

His soul is eternal.

He will live on in our hearts forever. God rest his soul.

You're wrong! He isn't dead!

So, did you find a place?

- I did. - Splendid.

We'll carry out the funeral rites tomorrow at dawn.

- Is there something else? - Yes sir,

only please don't thrash me for this, Mr. Binkh.

I just can't understand

why you have decided to bury Mr. Investigator secretly.

Is he now a criminal, to be buried like a dog, in the wild?

BASED ON NIKOLAI GOGOL’S WORKS Then allow me to explain.

Those who died at the farm shall be buried tomorrow.

They died because of Mr. Investigator.

If we bury him at the same time as them,

all hell will break loose...

civil unrest, or God forbid, a revolt.

And who wants that, I ask you?

But, why did you conclude that the girls died at the farm

because of Mr. Gogol?

Well, who suggested they be taken to that damned farm?

He suggested it...

but you gave the orders.

Never mind.

I hope the doctor has dissected the body.

I need the exact cause of death for my report.

Mr. Binkh,

the doctor is refusing to cut him open.

What do you mean "refusing"?

This is sabotage!

Why are you not dissecting?

I'm completely...

unfit to, at the moment.

I can't carry out the dissection...

in this state. I'm afraid I'd...

diagnose inaccurately.

You're in a perfectly fine state.

Drunkenness never stopped you before.

- Stop fooling around. - I will not.

Are you mad?

You are disobeying a direct order.

I don't care.

Doctor Bomgart, pull yourself together.

What is the matter with you?

He was my... only friend.

I do not intend to dig around inside him.

You are simply heartless.

Mr. Binkh, this is outrageous!

Your people will not allow my master a funeral.

Splendid. No dissection, a grand funeral...

- What? - Nothing. Where do you want it?

The church, of course. I've arranged with...

Impossible. We mustn't attract attention.

Good God, this is almost sinful!

The funeral cannot be held in the mortuary.

This is all very unchristian, Mr. Binkh.

You keep out of it.

Tomorrow...

the priest can recite prayers in the graveyard. That's all.

I see you hold a grudge against my master.

One mustn't be at war with the dead.

You are a godless man, sir.

How wonderful.

I am heartless, godless, and to blame for the death of the girls.

Perhaps I'll be struck by lightning next.

Where are you, my beloved falcon?

Rise and come to me!

Perhaps I do not cry bitterly enough,

to warm and awaken your soul.

Why are you neither among the living nor the dead?

Where are you?

How can I find you?

A loving heart will hear all, and will find you.

We shall be forever inseparable.

Have mercy on me, oh God,

according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions.

Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin.

For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me.

Give rest, oh Lord, to the soul of Your late servant, Nikolai.

If he has sinned in his life...

Oh God, who loves mankind, forgive him and have mercy.

Spare him eternal torment.

Grant God's Kingdom to...

We must hurry, the others shall soon be brought here.

...do something good.

Amen.

Wait.

I would like...

to say a few final words.

Mr. Gogol was a man of extraordinary mind.

- He was a man... - No time for speeches.

Lower the coffin.

Wicked souls!

You've made the coffin of rotten wood.

- I'll rip your hands off... - We had to make lots, quickly.

The others are made of fresh wood.

This is enough for that monster.

Come on, hurry, or we'll be here till Christmas.

Lower it.

Finish the job.

Stop! Why are you burying him alive?

Little one...

He isn't dead!

He's alive!

Papa?

What does this mean?

I'm dead?

Forgive me, son.

For what?

For all the wrong I did you.

I am to blame.

What for, Father?

I don't understand.

I shouldn't have.

I shouldn't...

It will take your father an eternity to redeem himself.

He will never redeem himself! It is not easy for him in the afterlife.

His soul is burning in the flames...

...burning in the flames of Hell.

And while he burns, you shall live.

You shall live... dark one!

N. GOGOL 1809 - 1829

Thank God that's done.

Forgive me, sir.

I couldn't protect you.

It should be an old fool like me lying in this damp earth.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Holy Mother of God.

Lisa, don't!

Lisa, please, you are in my way.

No, we don't need any more compresses.

He can't have solid food, make some porridge.

Yes, ma'am, at once.

How do you feel?

Already...

much better... thank you.

It's a true miracle that you are alive.

Gentlemen, I do not wish to disappoint you,

but there is nothing miraculous about it.

It was simply a two-day lethargy.

- A lethargy? - Correct.

A deep sleep, known to science, often mistaken for death.

In fact, there was a similar occurrence in 1785,

in Toulouse.

The Marquis de Messey fell into a three-day lethargy,

waking up, believe it or not, in the coffin at his own funeral.

His family were rather astonished.

One of them even passed away.

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

I must go.

Yakim, don't let them bother him, you hear?

Do not worry.

Lisa!

- The porridge is nearly ready, ma'am. - What?

Ah, yes. Thank you, Christina.

You look very pale.

Has something bad happened?

No, everything is fine.

Really?

My girl...

tell me the truth. How did you know?

About what, Papa?

That he was alive.

I just knew.

Gentlemen, I am most delighted that it has all turned out so well.

- Get well soon. - Thank you.

- Doctor... - Yes?

In your opinion, can Mr. Gogol get up and move?

Well, overall...

but I would advise complete rest.

I'm perfectly healthy.

Tesak...

fetch the two Cossacks.

Fetch the two Cossacks.

Yes sir, consider it done.

Get up and get dressed.

You are under arrest, Mr. Gogol.

Or how should I address you?

Mr. Horseman?

But what are you doing?

May a runaway cart knock you down!

This is madness, putting an honest man on trial!

Move, lest I forget you're important, and force you aside.

- Is that him? - Yes.

He's a damned beast.

Do not be angry, Mr. Gogol.

I'm just doing my duty.

Leave my master alone, you wretched lot.

- What got into you? - Lock him away!

Yes, lock me away.

I will not leave my master.

What is going on here, Mr. Binkh?

How did you conclude I am the horseman?

The investigation will show you're the horseman, or his accomplice.

But if you need an explanation,

it would be my pleasure.

The fact that every single one of the girls

we sent to the farm, at your suggestion, all died along with the guards,

seems to be a sufficient answer, no?

They died?

What do you mean?

You're astonishingly good at pretending, and feigning your ignorance.

A child could see that you are involved in their deaths.

Only you, I, and the dead Cossacks knew the girls would be at the farm.

And only you had a connection with the horseman.

How else would he have known where they were?

We are sending the village girls to an abandoned farm near Dikanka,

- your wife should go too. - I take a different view.

Danishevsky...

The count also knew.

Look, Mr. Binkh, I was just trying to persuade Count Danishevsky

to send Lisa to the farm with the rest of the girls.

You must detain him at once!

What kind of person are you?

Not a trace of conscience.

You blame him, because you have your eye on his wife.

That has nothing to do with this.

You are making a big mistake.

I made a big mistake when I chose to trust you.

Mr. Binkh, listen to me!

Count Danishevsky is the horseman!

He has murdered seven girls and his last victim will be Lisa!

He will kill her!

Are we sad, water nymph?

Can you see me?

Well, I'm not blind.

But it's my choice when people get to see me.

When people get to.

Don't be frightened,

I have a task for you.

I would like to offer you a deal.

I understand Mr. Gogol does not return your love?

A nice young man, but he's been getting in my way a little too much lately.

And I would hate to have to...

kill him.

But you could save his life

and conquer his heart...

How could I?

He is alive and I am dead.

I can bring you...

back to life.

I can bring you back,

so that Gogol falls in love with you,

and then leaves this place, forever.

It seems too good to be true.

Of course, everything has its price.

Whoever chooses to undergo the ritual of resurrection,

will indeed come to life, and live like all others.

And when they die, they will go straight to Hell...

having lived their whole life with the one they love.

Surely that's worth it?

And if...

Gogol won't fall for me?

He loves your wife, just as she does him.

Don't worry about Lisa, she will not get in your way again.

Never again.

Well, then?

I'll do it.

Forgive me, Mr. Binkh,

but I cannot follow your line of thinking by any means.

You've arrested Mr. Gogol.

But why?

Because Mr. Gogol

is a clever impostor and a cunning killer.

Wait, you think that Mr. Gogol is in fact the murderous warlock?

No, he's no warlock.

The lethargy incident has convinced me that he has mastered magic trickery.

Like the tricks of circus folk, the crowd-pleasers at a fair.

But the first girls were killed before Mr. Gogol arrived.

- Isn't that so? - How do we know where he'd been

before he graced us with his presence?

But we do know. He and Mr. Guro visited...

Unfortunately, Mr. Guro is dead.

And therefore, I fear that he won't shed any light on this incident.

Burn in hell, you sons of bitches!

Let us out, we're innocent!

Yakim, shouting won't get you anywhere.

How can you stay so calm, sir?

There could be a miscarriage of justice, it's always happening here.

Then they'll sentence, or God forbid, hang you.

Think you can come back to life a third time?

A third time?

Oh, you just misheard, sir.

No, I didn't.

You said "a third time".

What are you hiding from me? Is it to do with my childhood?

With my birth?

You were chosen, not just born.

You shall live, dark one.

Forgive me, son.

Yakim, tell me the truth!

As you wish, sir.

I could scream bloody murder, and you'd still insist.

I suppose you know

that your two older brothers were born dead?

Yes.

When your mother became pregnant the third time,

your father was terribly worried

that you'd be born dead, too.

Around that time, a certain gentleman appeared in our neighborhood.

Your father started to do business with him.

This gentleman had a very strange outward appearance.

In what way?

He had...

I don't really know how to put it.

He didn't have a nose.

It was as if it had simply fled his face.

No nose...

When the time came for you to be born,

and the midwife took you from your mother's womb...

you were...

dead.

He's not breathing.

Even now, my blood freezes

at the recollection.

He stank as if he had come from some damp, hellish cave.

You shall live, dark one!

That's what he said?

"You shall live, dark one!"

Exactly what he said.

Why haven't I heard this before?

Your father

forbade us to speak of it, saying:

"You must immediately forget what you have just seen."

And this...

gentleman,

- did he come back again? - No, he didn't.

O Lord, protect me and save me.

That damned monster!

How come he never once let slip?

Even when drunk, he only ever talked about finding the murderer,

and turns out - it's him?!

I just don't get it.

What's the easiest way to mislead a hunt?

By leading it yourself.

The beast disguises itself as it hunts its victims,

just as this murderer masquerades...

as an officer of the law.

Yes.

The more I think about it, the more I have no idea what's going on.

There's still one thing that doesn't make sense, Mr. Binkh.

How could Mr. Investigator kill the girls at the farm,

if he was in the church at the same time?

I was appointed by the Tsar to bring about order here,

and I led seven girls to the slaughter.

He's either the horseman, or his accomplice. There's no other option.

- I see. - ...defeat this evil, Cossack brothers!

- Vengeance! - Now what's going on?

Just what we needed.

- How many guards do we have left? - Two.

Let's go.

So, it looks like a revolt.

If they don't go quietly, it'll end in shots.

There won't be any shooting.

- They all have lots of children. - Right, then.

So!

All of you, go back to your homes.

- Not without that beast! - That's right!

There is no beast here.

- Lies, brothers! - Aye, lies!

I couldn't believe my eyes,

when they arrested that murderous warlock!

There is no warlock here!

The detainee will not be handed over.

He is under the protection of the Russian Empire,

and will stand before a judge.

And we know what kind of judge!

- Vengeance for our girls! - Hand him over, we're not leaving!

We'll burn this shack down!

Right, who said that?

Want a revolt, do we? I'll send you off to Siberia!

Hand him over, or we'll take him ourselves!

Mr. Binkh!

Vakula!

Woe is upon us!

The Cossacks are revolting! They'll kill Mr. Gogol.

And the authorities?

They no longer exist.

Let my master go! He's innocent!

Shut up, you turkey, or we'll roast you too!

What are you doing? You'll all be exiled to...

Right then, Christian brothers,

- shall we burn this demon? - Burn him!

Burn him!

Good riddance!

Burn! Burn!

What are you doing, you monsters?!

Go on, burn!

The rain will extinguish the fire!

What'll we do, Cossacks?

- By the neck! - Hang him!

Let's do this! Bring the rope!

- What's wrong with her? - She's fine, Vakula, just unconscious.

Lift it up!

This is it, evil wretch!

Go to hell!

Stop this lynching at once.

Mr. Guro!

Let's do the greeting part later, Mr. Gogol.

Gentlemen, I ask that you all remain calm

and abstain from any actions that you may regret later.

I have fired only one bullet,

and ten remain in this wonderful weapon.

It takes 3 seconds to reload. Should you ignore my request,

mark my words - ten of you will find yourselves in the graveyard.

The rest of you, as Mr. Binkh justly noted,

will be sent to Siberia as rebels.

And this is my request...

Get out of here, you morons!

Well, then... Greetings, Mr. Gogol!

Tell me the truth, did you miss me?

But how did you survive the incident in Hanna's house?

One thing was bothering me: that we had let something slip by us.

I went to Hanna's house to find new evidence.

And there I came upon the horseman.

I entered into a fight with him.

Mr. Guro!

I was wounded, but alive.

And when the fire started, the horseman vanished.

And then I had an idea: since he obviously thinks I am dead,

I now have a chance to lie low and observe from a new angle, as it were.

Mr. Gogol, I was touched when you sent a coach

back to St. Petersburg with my belongings.

But I stopped it half way there

and issued an order to appoint you the investigator.

So... you've been here all this time?

Well, let's say, close by.

And it didn't occur to you to step in?

Do you know that while you, "lay low", if you will,

nine girls died?

Not to mention the number of Cossacks.

If it had been in my power,

I would have given my own life to save every victim.

But I had no right to.

I have not been idle.

Only, there are certain things which even you're not meant to know.

Papa, is Mr. Gogol alive?

Yes he is, thank God. Mr. Guro saved him.

Wasn't it my rain that saved him?

Did you see how I called the rain, and it came?

I summoned it down.

If I believed in miracles, I'd believe that Vasilina made it happen,

whispered some incantations and it rained.

My daughter

only whispered holy prayers

for Mr. Gogol's deliverance.

She's no witch, she is a pure soul.

So don't involve us in any devilry.

Marushka says that you are falsely rebuking Mr. Doctor.

Enough! This bunch of straw hasn't said a thing!

Dear God, Vakula what's the matter with you? Don't upset her.

Vasilina's your daughter, she's no witch.

Let's go, brother, and drink to Mr. Gogol's health. Let's go.

Come on, let's go.

However, gentlemen,

I have been following your investigation very closely,

and I can confidently state that you have done a very good job.

I am even certain that you will be rewarded for this.

And I assume that now... you even have a main suspect!

Yes.

I am completely convinced

that Count Danishevsky is...

the horseman.

And, if we don't stop him, then the final victim...

may be Lisa.

Well, if he really only kills on feast days,

the next is three days away, Saints Cosmas and Damian.

As such, we have time to prevent...

the murders, and punish the bastard.

I have studied the ancient feast days in detail, you know.

Many have been forgotten. But they still exist.

What are you saying?

The next forgotten feast day is the night of Celestial Svarog,

when, as legend has it, the heavens punish the evil of the world.

And when is it?

Alas, tonight.

Tonight?

Saddle up, gentlemen.

We ride for his estate.

My dear Mr. Gogol, did you keep my chest?

Of course.

But it's empty. We took everything out.

Don't worry, Mr. Gogol.

In rare cases, it is not what is on the inside that counts.

And why do you need a chest handle?

It is quite possible that tonight you will have a chance to find out why.

Where's Vasilina?

Lisa!

Lisa!

Mr. Binkh,

any luck?

There's nobody here.

Where are they?

We've searched all over.

Maybe he's taken her to a secret place?

No, this mansion was in my vision.

Then where are they?

You think they've vanished into thin air?

Well, well.

Here, drink up.

Christina, can you believe why our masters didn't take me with them?

They don't trust me.

Mr. Binkh told me so, just like that. "Tesak", he says,

"you are a good worker, but you tell a lot of lies."

When have I told a lie? I only tell the truth!

Oh, it worries me sick.

And my heart aches.

Where have they galloped off to on such a pitch-black night?

To arrest a criminal. Count Danishevsky.

He is the murderous horseman.

Lord, have mercy.

Lord have mercy.

That damned wretch has killed so many people.

And now, he wants to kill his own wife, Mrs. Danishevskaya.

Why Lisa?

Well, she'll be... the 13th victim.

Only, I reckon jealousy is the real reason.

Because she's romantically interested in Mr. Gogol.

And Mr. Gogol has romantic feelings for her, too.

But - shh, don't tell anyone.

Enough of the grog.

You're fuddled already. You need to go home.

Bedtime.

Oksana...

Who is this girl?

Do you see her too?

What do you mean?

What's going on?

Gentlemen, you shouldn't be here. Leave, immediately.

- Count, in the name of the law... - I said, leave!

I never imagined it possible to kill the horseman

with just one bullet.

Warmth...

I'm alive...

I'm warm...

I'm alive!

Alive...

Lisa?

How very dramatic.

It is done.

Twelve girls, and one who has been resurrected.

Twelve...

plus one.

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