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Go away! Go away, you devil’s seed!

- Hold her back!
- Go!

Easy, Aunt, easy.

- I’m killed! I’m killed!
- Who did? Who, Auntie?

The curse.

Mortis. She’s dead.

- What was she talking about?
- Nothing. She was delusional.

No. She said quite
clearly “I was killed.”

What is your point?

Mr. Mironov, doctor! Be my witnesses.
Confirm my aunt’s dying words.

Don’t get agitated, Mr. Shumsky.

How dare you?
Please leave my house.

I won’t let it go.

One,

two,

three,

four, five.

Ready or not, here I come.

DETECTIVE ANNA

My benefactor’s demise
wasn’t natural but rather violent.

THE COIFFEUR EPISODE 27

I don’t understand.
Could you speak clearer?

- She was killed.
- Do you have proof?

I think it was a curse.
Or something similar.

A curse? Lieutenant, the police
doesn’t deal with such accusations.

Really?

How about her dying
words “I was killed”?

You said it yourself.
She was sick and not in her right mind.

Unfortunately,
I can’t register your complaint.

I don’t see any grounds.

What do you mean?

There’s nothing I can do.

I’ll hire a lawyer.

You have every right for this.
I even know who it will be. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

All right. I’ll give you advice.
Forget it.

A curse...

It’s all well and good,

but the law doesn’t recognize
it as a murder weapon.

What if she was poisoned?
There was no examination.

All right.

Who are you going to charge with it?
Mr. Kurnosov.

Even if you succeed, what’s in it for you?

You won’t come into inheritance anyway.

Katerina Fiodorovna
didn’t change her will.

I can’t file a motion
based solely on your words.

If you want it so badly,
any cheap scribe can do it for you.

I wasn’t going to ask you
to compile any motions.

I just wanted advice.

Sit down.

How could it happen?
Katerina Fiodorovna wasn’t that old.

She burned out in just three days.

That poor boy.

I hope Viktor helps him.

Are there any problems?

He believes
Katerina Fiodorovna was killed.

Oh my God. Who?

I wish I knew.
It’s for Shtolman to find out.

But he denied the poor boy his request.

They are coming. Anna.

Let me introduce you. My brother.

Shumsky, Ivan Alekseyevich. Lieutenant
with Imperial Guard Hussar Regiment.

Piotr Ivanovich.

My daughter. Anna.

Don’t strain your memory.

The last time we saw each other,
I think we were eight.

- You’re right. Nice to see you again.
- Do you remember me?

It’s one of my fondest memories.
I wouldn’t recognize you, though.

What have you decided?

We’ll file a motion with the prosecutor
for starting an investigation

and conducting a post-mortem.

Of course. The truth must prevail.

There is also a question of inheritance.

You know, it’s not about the will.
I’m sorry, I have to go.

This way.

God, what did I say?

If the nephew really poisoned
Katerina Fiodorovna,

he doesn’t deserve to be her heir.

Ivan Alekseyevich.

Ivan Alekseyevich. Please forgive Mama.
She is sincerely worried about you.

- She knew you as a little boy.
- I understand. I overreacted.

I’m really sorry.
We all loved Katerina Fiodorovna.

Yes. She has done so much for me.

I lost my parents when I was little.

Katerina Fiodorovna was my
mother’s friend since childhood.

So, she took care of me.
In a word, I owe her everything.

Do you have some special
reasons for your suspicions?

Katerina Fiodorovna told me she suspected
the nephew in dealings with evil spirits.

Your father is right, though.

It will be hard to prove.

- But he did take up your case, didn’t he?
- He did, and I’m really grateful for that.

- I think I’ll take it up, too.
- You? What are you going to do?

Something unusual.
I’ll let you know what I find out.

Katerina Fiodorovna’s spirit,
present yourself.

Katerina Fiodorovna’s spirit,
present yourself.

Well? Is she here?

Katerina Fiodorovna’s spirit,
present yourself.

Katerina Fiodorovna,
forgive us for disturbing your spirit.

Tell us who killed you.

My God, she’s pulling out her hair.

Why?

Maybe she doesn’t want to talk.
Or it might be a sign.

A sign?
For us to get out of her hair? Is it?

No, really.

Annette,
you’re so passionate about this case.

Is it to spite Shtolman?

What does Shtolman have
to do with all this?

No, tell me. Why Shtolman?

- I was just trying to help a man.
- In the case Shtolman has rejected.

I’m so grateful to you for this walk.
The hotel is so boring.

Didn’t you say you wanted
to restore your nervous system?

Peace and quiet are the best medicine.

This deathly quiet is bad for my nerves.
Did you hear the news?

Razumovsky is now the warden
of this English girl.

- Alice?
- Yes. She’ll be staying with him.

- Why is he doing this?
- Out of kindness.

The poor girl would be
better off at the hospital.

Why? She’ll have a room of her own,
and they have hired a nurse.

- Milts will see her regularly.
- The prince is a true prince.

No matter how you feel about him,

he just felt pity for the girl
whom he knew when she was a child.

Why are you so glum?
Would she be better of at the clinic?

At least she’s be under
medical surveillance.

You’ve never been interested in her fate.

You’re right. Right, as always.

I’m so happy you’re with me.

Are you?

Yes.

Let me start, Madame.

Annette. Meet monsieur Michel, a coiffeur
and a wonder maker. My daughter Anna.

Nice to meet you, Mademoiselle.

Madame, may I continue?

Monsieur Michel is very busy.

He has many clients
and not that much time.

Still, he agreed to do your hair, too.

No, no.
Let him better spend this time on you.

Why?

You have lovely hair, Mademoiselle.
But I could make it look even prettier.

Miss, a note for you... from Razumovsky.

The prince? What does he say?

Alice... She’s moving into his house.
She’ll stay with the prince.

The demented girl from the clinic?

You see? She has a home now.

Excuse me. I need to see her right now.
I’m sorry.

When it rains, it pours.
This prince is so eccentric.

- Yes. Everybody says that.
- Shall we continue, Monsieur Michel?

Pardon, Madame. With great pleasure.

Come in.

What is it?

That girl. She keeps screaming.
Don’t worry about it.

- Stop yelling, now!
- What are you doing?

Excuse me, who are you?

- Anna Mironova. Alice’s friend.
- A friend?

His Excellence allowed
Mis Mironova to visit Miss Alice.

She refuses to take a bath.

- Let me try.
- Go for it.

Alice, darling, you need to take
off your gown and take a bath.

All right, you can leave the gown on.
I can handle it.

Warm water! Look.

Please leave us.

“White rose in the garden,
raven puppy in the night.

Stars reflecting all heaven.

Looking for it, not found.

Moving through, moving
through, nothing left for me to do.

Welcome to your new home, my dear.

I couldn’t establish the cause
of her illness.

Her symptoms didn’t look like
poisoning with any toxin I know about.

Thus. Mr. Shumsky’s theory
about a murder looks untenable.

However, there is the prosecutor
decision on opening an investigation.

By the way,
prompted by a motion from lawyer Mironov.

I can only say that it doesn’t
coincide with any description.

But you can’t diagnose her, either.

I can’t. I can only say that her
internal organs were severely affected.

With what? I don’t know.

Calm down, doctor.
It happens in our practice, too.

Yes. It happens not only in
your practice but also in ours.

We had a similar case.

- Are you joking?
- No.

With similar symptoms?

Yes. Naum Savelyevich Terentyev.
He died after 3-days illness.

How long ago?

About a month ago, I suppose.

Yakov Platonovich, talk to his son Nikita.

They also were unable to find the cause
of his illness and consequent death.

Thank you, doctor.

We need to find a connection
between the two cases.

It’s easy to say.

Two deaths. Similar symptoms. Also,
there are certain rules in our business.

- First, qui prodest?
- First of all, the heirs get benefit.

Even if it was a murder,
it could only be poison.

A poison Dr. Milts can’t identify?

I’ll go to Mr. Kurnosov,
and you go to Terentyev.

Find out who their
friends and visitors are.

Dictum - factum. So said, so done.

Get out! Don’t you see I’m busy?

Wait here. The master is busy.

- Excuse me, and you are?...
- I’m a housekeeper.

In this case you might know
why the old master died.

Because he was old.

I'm afraid you might
share your father's fate.

I didn’t give you any promises.

- Who is it? Who is your master’s visitor?
- The witch.

Get out! You schemer!
Trying to intimidate me!

I’m from the police.
Anton Andreyevich Korobeynikov.

I need to talk to you.

I have no problem with the law.

I’ll decide whom to talk to
and whom to show the door.

Kornilovna, show him out.

Excuse him, Your Nobleness.

Our Nikita has an attitude
even worse than his father’s.

Come back tomorrow.
He will calm down by then.

Here is what we’ll do.
Make a list of all visitors to the house

in the two months previous
Saveliy Naumovich’s death.

What for?

To spare you and your Nikita
a visit to the precinct.

Oh God.
No, sir, of course I’ll do it by tomorrow.

Of course. What was that lady’s name?

The witch? Madame Le Fleu.

Le Fleu.

I don’t see the reason for your questions.

It’s obvious. Is it true that your
aunt was going to disinherit you?

Did Shumsky tell you that? Yes.
Sometimes Auntie would get upset with me.

But here’s what I’ll say:

I’d prefer to be left with nothing,
if only she were alive.

God forgive us and spare us.

Why did Shumsky come here, then?

You see, I...

I lost some money gambling.
So, Auntie wrote to Shumsky

asking him to come
and get the estate after her death.

He, of course, came running.

But she didn’t say anything about
the estate. She didn’t make a will.

So, you are the heir.

Of course.
Shumsky is not even related to her.

Auntie has never
officially been his warden.

What are you worried about, then?

Your investigation.

Who would like it when some young man
accuses you of murdering your aunt.

- While he himself...
- What?

Well... Judge for yourself.

If they find me guilty,
I’ll be cut off the inheritance.

Then Shumsky will get everything.

If you’re innocent,
there’s nothing for you to worry about.

You know how they conduct investigation
in this country.

I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.

Excuse me, I didn’t mean you.

Wait, my friend.

Did your late mistress
know the Terentievs?

I don’t think so, sir.

Did any of them come to your estate?
Did you send someone to them?

We have everything
we need in our household.

If we ever buy something,
it’s not from them.

Do you cook separately for the masters?

Our mistress was humble.
She didn’t mind our simple food.

Who is your cook?

My wife has been cooking
for us for the last ten years.

Why, sir?

No reason.
Please make a list of every visitor

who had come to the estate
in the last two weeks.

Everyone, from messengers to the nobles.
Can you write?

Yes.

Good. Bring it to me tomorrow.

Whatever you say, sir.

One more thing. Did your mistress
tell you why Lt. Shumsky came here?

She was nice to us, but she didn’t
talk to us about such things.

Thank you, my friend.

What do you mean, he wouldn’t talk to you?

Bring him here tomorrow.

Take a constable in case he resists.
Anything else?

A Madame Le Fleu had been
at Terentiev’s when I came.

Their conversation was far from friendly.

Get to the point.

They were fighting. All I could hear was

“I'm afraid you might
share your father's fate.”

It made me chill.

Who is this Madame De Fleu?

Here, take a look.

“Fortunetelling,
revealing secrets of the past.”

A classic scheme. Go talk to her.

Why don’t you come with me? Please.

What’s wrong, Anton Andreyevich?

I’m ashamed to say it but
this phrase made me think...

What if she really is a witch?

I think I’ll go visit this witch myself.

Can I come with you?
I’m worried about you.

If you’re so scared,
stay here and do some paperwork.

Your duty makes you rummage
in dirty laundry? All right.

Mr. Terentyev wounded me
in my deepest affections.

But now it’s over between us.

I’m interested in this thing you said,

“I'm afraid you might
share your father's fate.”

Does the police have ears everywhere?
Then you must know the rest.

- Answer my question.
- All right.

We were hiding our relationship.
His father disapproved of it.

When God took away the old man,
I was hoping...

I was so embarrassed I had to come to him.
And then, when he said...

Maybe I said some things I shouldn’t have.
And he told me to leave.

Oh God. I need to freshen up.

Did Terentyev Jr.
get along with his father?

How would I know?
The old man was a greedy tyrant.

So, you fought with Terentyev
about personal matters.

Of course. What else?

Thank you. Goodbye.

Wait.

Wait.

Why don’t I tell your fortune?
I’m late anyway. I’ll go tomorrow.

No, thank you. Spare me.

There is a woman close to you.

You won’t tell each other
about your feelings.

She is in mortal danger.
Well, you didn’t ask me to tell you this.

What danger?

I thought you didn’t believe
in this nonsense.

Or do you?

How dare you? With a constable,
across the whole town! What a disgrace!

Why are you standing at the door?
Take a seat.

Next time, you’ll think before
kicking out a police officer.

What do you want from me?

We have reasons to believe
your father was poisoned.

Anton Andreyevich, write it down.

Did anyone have reasons
to want him dead?

My father was a well-respected man.
Everybody loved him.

We know that.
However, they say you didn’t get along.

People say all sorts of things.
Would a son poison his own father?

It happens quite often.

What are you saying, Mr. Detective?
I didn’t do it.

Who did, then?

I don’t know.

Maybe it was Madame Le Fleu.
Or rather, Miss Anastasiya Pototskaya?

So you know about her.
Why would she do it?

She told us you were going to marry her,
but your father was against it.

Me, marry her?

Why did she come to see you?

I promised her money.

I had asked her to read Father’s fortune,
and she said he’d die soon.

I was stupid enough to promise
her one fifth of my inheritance,

in case it comes true.

Then my father died.
She became insistent.

- Am I an idiot, to give her the money?
- You made a promise.

Did you recommend her
to any of your friends?

- Like who?
- Like Lt. Shumsky.

- Ivan? Why would I?
- At least you don’t deny you know him.

Why? I knew him since we were little boys.
We were in school together for one year,

until Katerina Fiodorovna sent
him to the military school.

- Last summer I met him in St. Petersburg.
- Do you know Mr. Kurnosov, by any chance?

I know him by sight,
but I wouldn’t say we have met.

Why?

Right.

You may go. Don’t leave the town, though.

If you do,
we’ll bring you back with a police escort.

- Are you threatening me?
- Goodbye.

Balashov.

Goodbye.

Looks like this questioning
didn’t give us anything.

I wouldn’t say so. At least now there
is a connection between the two deaths.

You believe...

We need to question Shumsky.
Find him and bring to the precinct.

Will do.

Wait. Not now. Did you get the list
from Terentiev’s housekeeper?

Yes, sir.

And I’ve just got one
from Ivanova-Sokolskaya. Well?

Shall we compare them?

Our meeting after all these
years is like a gift for me,

in spite of the sad circumstances.

How is the investigation going?

Our last meeting with Mr. Shtolman
has left an unpleasant aftertaste.

I haven’t heard from him since.
Do you know him?

As a nodding acquaintance. He used
to have some business with my father.

- Did he?
- Yes.

I’m sorry but to me he
seems a soulless bureaucrat.

I don’t know him that well.
Do you suspect someone?

Kurnosov. Between you and me,

Katerina Fiodorovna was going
to change her will.

Definitely in my favor.
Kurnosov must have found out.

Did you tell Shtolman?

No. I have no proof.

Who knows how a detective
would interpret it.

I had a strangest dream. I need your help.

Could you get me
Katerina Fiodorovna’s cap or a comb?

Of course. But what for?

I need to test a theory.
I can’t tell you the details.

Do you suspect someone?

I can’t say anything concrete.
Just find me a comb or... a headband.

Anna Viktorovna, you keep intriguing me.
I appreciate your efforts.

I’m just trying to help.
I have an English lesson to go to.

My student is waiting. Excuse me.

See you soon.

- Peasants Timofey and Ivan Shchukin.
- No.

- Father Aleksandr, the deacon.
- No.

Madame Le Fleu.

What? Did she visit Sokolskaya, too?

Why does it surprise you?

It’s quite natural for an ailing old
lady to call for a fortuneteller.

Who’s next? Shumsky, of course.

I have him, too.
What was he doing at the Terentyevs’?

We’ll ask him. Michel, the coiffeur.

Yes! This is literally a small town.
Another connection.

It’s not that obvious, Anton Andreyevich.
Imagine how many clients he has.

Anyway, I’ll pay him a visit.

COIFFEUR

- Hello.
- Hello.

Yakov Pavlovich Shtolman,
a police investigator.

How can I help you?

How long have you been doing this?

Since I was a young man.

I came to this town
quite recently, though.

I heard you already have many clients.

Half of the town come to me.

- And you come to the other half.
- You could say so.

Have you been at Mrs. Ivanova-Sokolskaya?

- She was my client.
- As well as Mr. Terentyev.

That’s right. Why are you asking?

They both died recently. A poisoning.

What are you saying?

All my products have been tested.
I don’t break the law.

I have hundreds of clients!
All of them are alive and well.

By the way, I have an appointment
with Miss Nizhinskaya right now.

How long has she been your client?

It’s her first appointment.
I’m going to her hotel suite.

By the way,
she is Her Majesty’s maid of honor.

Is she, really?

Yes. You know,
it’s a great opportunity for me.

- Yes. How fortunate.
- Please excuse me. I need to get going.

I won’t hold you up. Good luck.

Thanks a lot.

Yevgrashin.

Yes, Yakov Platonovich.

Hush! Michel, the hairdresser,
will come out of this door any minute.

Hold him up for a couple of hours.

Yes, Your High Nobleness.
What did he do?

Tell him you identified
him as a wanted criminal

and take him to the precinct.

Then tell him you made a mistake
and release him.

It’s for the investigation.

Yes, sir. I’ll do my best.

Please explain yourself.

Don’t push me! I’m leaving.

Lt. Shumsky. Is it you? How fortunate.
I have questions for you.

Excuse me.

- I’m listening.
- Do you know Mrs. Pototskaya?

No. I never met her. Who is she?

Never mind. As far as I understand,
Mr. Terentyev and you are old friends.

I wouldn’t call us friends.
We’ve known each other since childhood.

I met him in St. Petersburg recently

and then came for a cup
of tea here in Zatonsk.

Just a courtesy call.

I don’t understand
why you’re asking me this.

- You’re a suspect.
- Me? This is ridiculous.

Not more ridiculous
than suspecting Mr. Kurnosov. Goodbye.

Yakov Platonovich.

Look who has come to town.

- Hello.
- Glad to see you.

Decided to go sightseeing?

- Sight... What?
- Sightseeing.

- Oh, yes! It’s a beautiful town.
- I’ll leave you to it.

You’re not interrupting anything. Join us.

No, thanks.
I just came for a cup of coffee.

- I’m so happy to see you.
- It felt like it was a bad time.

Why? You should have joined us.
Mr. Brown is so funny.

- I didn’t want to be the odd man out.
- God. Are you jealous?

It’s the first time I see him in town.

Of course he’s here on a date with me!
He’s not a prisoner in his manor.

- Of course.
- You’re jealous. I’m so happy!

I was going to ask you to decline
this hairdresser’s services.

Michel? Why?

He seems suspicious.
Several of his clients have died recently.

A murderous coiffeur? How interesting.

I’m not sure yet.
But I suggest you give him the air.

Thank you for caring about me.

- Lieutenant.
- Detective. Are you following me?

Nice flowers.

Anna Viktorovna, we need to talk.

Just a minute. Hello.
Did you come to see Father?

- No. Your mother.
- She’ll soon come down.

I’d like to use this chance
to talk to you.

In private, if you don’t mind.

Excuse us.

As I can see, the Mironovs family is
concerned about Lt. Shumsky’s fate.

Meanwhile, he is a suspect.

For you - maybe. The Mironovs
family doesn’t share your opinion.

You have every right for this.
I’m just giving you a warning. Be careful.

Your warning perplexes me to no end.
Excuse me, I have to go.

Just a minute.

I... I was at the fortune teller’s today.

Maybe you’ll believe her if not me.
She said...

She read your fortune?
And you let her?

She said you were in danger.

Did she call me by name?

No. She said a person
close to me was in danger.

It couldn’t be about me,
then. Excuse me.

- This is for you.
- Thank you. How nice.

- Hello.
- Yakov Platonovich!

It has been a while. Liqueur?

No, thank you.

How often does Lt. Shumsky visit you?
He’s a nimble young man.

To put it mildly.

It’s the third time in two days.

I haven’t carry out your request yet.
But I have done something.

- This is Katerina Fiodorovna’s comb.
- How did you get it?

It was a veritable military operation.

How about entertaining me with small talk?

Do you believe in fortune telling?
I mean, cards predicting disasters.

I do. I saw such things.

But I didn’t think you’d
be satisfied with it.

Tell me, Yakov Platonovich,
do you believe in... statistics?

Of course.
Statistics are... facts and figures.

All right. Here’s a fact for you.

Anna is offering you her priceless help,

and not for the first time.
But you still don’t take her seriously.

I have to agree.

It’s the same for people
with clairvoyant gift.

Nobody believes them...
but the predictions come true.

Yakov Platonovich!

You have been ignoring us.

I was busy at work.
Can I talk to you for a minute?

Of course.

You must have heard about
the new coiffeur in town.

Not just heard but already
called him for a visit.

I’d never have thought you’re
interested in such things.

I’m interested in connection with my job.
Please don’t call him anymore.

Is he a suspect?

Not exactly.
There is no direct evidence against him.

But I had to warn you against using
his services until we know more.

- Thank you.
- Goodbye.

A curse! Devils!

Devils!

- Easy. Easy.
- The Devil!

What’s wrong with him?

Same symptoms Ivanova-Sokolskaya had.
That’s why I wanted you to come.

Is there a way to bring
him back to his senses?

I’ll try morphine.

The Devil!

Nikita Savelyevich?

That’s all I can do.

Yakov Platonovich.

Were you poisoned?

Yes.

- Who did it? Pototskaya?
- Yes.

And your father?

It was her idea. I agreed.

Did you tell Shumsky about her?

Devils! Devils! No!

He’s dead.

THE COIFFEUR