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FIFTEENTH CENTURY. KUDEYAR’S HILLFORT

-What is this rubbish?
-It was behind the planks.

Gentlemen.

Careful. You’ll give me a heart attack.

This icon is priceless, my son.

You should treasure this ancient artefact,
not treat it like this.

Treasure? Come on. We are to bring the
icon to the archpriest. No big deal.

Is it the icon?

None of your business. They’ll know
at the monastery whether it is or not.

Who is this?

Kudeyar.

Kudeyar.

One, two, three...

four, five...

Ready or not, here I come.

ANNA THE DETECTIVE

EPISODE 49. THE WISE THIEF

The peasants found them. Looks like
somebody chased them on horseback.

What do you see, Anton Andreyevich?

The holster is buttoned. He either
knew the killer or didn’t have time.

Looks like it. They shot at sergeant major
from there, and then the horse bolted.

Where were they going to?

Yakov Platonovich,
this merchant Karamyshev found the icon

and asked the department to escort him
to Kostroma with it, to Father Ipatiy.

What for?

I don’t know. I saw them when
they came with this request.

-Them?
-Merchant Karamyshev and father Fiodor.

Anton Andreyevich,
we need to find this priest.

We will.

Here is where he caught up with the cart,
dismounted for some reason,

then jumped back onto his horse and left.

Fortunately, the horseshoe has a
distinct pattern. Anton Andreyevich,

make a photo from close distance.

Will do.

-Was the icon with them?
-The icon? No, sir. We didn’t find it.

Search the scene. Just make sure
you don’t trample over the evidence.

Yes, sir.

Alive! He’s alive! Come here, everyone!

Quick.

Take a cab and go to the hospital.
On the double!

What were you doing here?
Get him into the cab!

Anna, good morning.
Wake up. Look who is here!

Where is my favorite niece?
My golden girl!

God. Niusha, baby, what’s wrong?

You are running fever. This is your
new-fangled cold-water treatment for you!

How can you wash your face
with cold water in winter?

Anna, baby, it’s all right.
We’ll get you back on your feet in no time.

Your aunt is here.

Masha, what are you waiting for?
Tea with raspberry jam!

I brought a jar with me. Niusha and I will
have a chat while we’re waiting, right?

Tell me about your beaus.
You must have dozens.

-Mama.
-Anna, what?

-Mama.
-What? What?

What is it, Niusha?

Lipa, come on.
Show me where you put the jam.

No, leave it alone.

Why did you take this rag?
Where did you find it?

Leave it alone.

All right. Lipa.

Come on. I’ll tell you everything myself.

Fine.

Father, tell us about the icon.
Is it renowned, miracle-working?

You want a miraculous one?
Just a holy image isn’t enough?

So, Mr. Karamyshev brought it to you.

And I told him it was old and could
have suffered in the Time of Trouble.

In other words, it was stolen from
the Kostroma Monastery. So we decided

to return it to Father Ipatiy and
turned to the police for help.

I still don’t understand.
If you asked for a police escort,

you must have known the icon was valuable.

Everything is in God’s hands. But please
make sure nobody in the town finds out

that it is that same icon.

-You see what has already happened.
-What do you mean, that icon?

I can see you police people are new
here and are unaware about some events

in the city’s history.

Tell us about them, Father.

Daddy!

How are you, my dear?

I’m fine. Just tired.

Yes. So many horrible events and,
unfortunately,

they are becoming a part of your life.

Let’s not talk about it.

Of course.
I just wanted to know how you were.

Daddy, who is Kudeyar?

Kudeyar?

A robber. Kudeyar the gang chief.

Ivan the Third’s bastard,
if I remember right.

There is a song about him,
a legend, and a number of tales.

Tell me.

-Do you want a fairy-tale?
-Yes.

Seven years ago,
we had a bout of gold fever here.

Everybody was looking
for Kudeyar’s treasure.

He was a robber in the old times.

Somebody started a rumor that golden coins
were found at Kudeyar’s fortress.

Nobody saw them,
but everybody talked about them.

He was raised by a Crimean khan
and received a Tatar name, Kudeyar.

When he grew up, he came to Russia to
claim the throne. In a word, an impostor.

He robbed lots of loot
and hid many treasures.

He also killed his fiancee
because of something she did.

He killed her? Poor girl.

-It’s just a tale.
-A horrible tale.

Most importantly, someone said
the lost icon could point to the treasures.

It seems that this icon
is the one in question.

So you decided to send it as far from
Zatonsk as possible just in case.

Not “as far as possible”
but where it belongs.

I’ll take your leave, gentlemen.
God bless you.

I feel that Father Fiodor has
special relations with this icon.

Yes. This is a subtle matter.

The murderer probably believes
the icon will lead him to the treasure.

Probably. This is an important case.

I’m afraid this icon
can start a hullabaloo.

Yakov Platonovich,
please take special care of this case.

That’s what we are doing.

Could it have started again?

God save as!

Anton Andreyevich! What is this?
They won’t let me see anyone.

The police ignores a press representative.

What can I do to help you?

A few words about the famous stolen icon.

I can’t talk to you about it.
I’d get in trouble.

Wait. Are you investigating it?

Maybe. But police officers are prohibited
from revealing anything to tabloids.

Excuse me.

No, excuse me! What do you mean?
My newspaper is quite respectable.

Besides,
people want us to cover this case.

-How about you publish a poem?
-What?

Listen. “Life gives birth to fear. People,
as if in a dream, Are riding fears.”

What do you think?

It’s interesting. I’ll think about it.

-Did you talk to Corporal Serebriakov?
-Excuse me, who?

Corporal Serebriakov.
He was the one sending the escort.

You didn’t hear it from me.

-Has Karamyshev come round?
-No.

-Too bad.
-Yes.

Who else could have known about this icon?

The whole city. Riabushinsky
published it in his “Telegraph.”

We should order to ban
him from the precinct.

He didn’t right about the trip
to Kostroma, though.

He didn’t.

Whom could Karamyshev have told about it?

Anyone.
He was so proud he couldn’t contain it.

He also visited painter Mazayev.

Maybe he ordered a copy of the icon.

Maybe he did.
That’s where you should start.

Yes.

What’s with the bullet?

I’ve studied it and wrote a report,
as you taught me.

Here it is.

A Smith and Wesson revolver. Here.

Good. Unfortunately, it is of no
use until we find the murder weapon.

I agree.

Take the photographs of the horseshoe.
Go to all hardware shops and blacksmiths,

find out who might have
made it and for whom.

-I’ll do it.
-Are you well?

Yes, I am. I wanted to tell you something.

When I visited Karamyshev at the hospital,
the doctor told me...

Anna was sick.

-What’s wrong with her?
-A nervous break.

Are you writing it down?
Mr. Karamyshev is alive.

He’s still unconscious,
in grave condition,

but we hope he gets well soon
and gives his account.

So, the investigation depends
on Karamyshev’s witness account.

I don’t know. The detectives are at work.
They know their job.

Does Mr. Shtolman participate
in the investigation?

Absolutely.

Don’t you feel that the number of felonies
in Zatonsk has increased recently?

You’re right.
I’m new here, and I can’t believe it.

One murder after another.

There is an opinion that this increase is
connected with a certain notorious person.

-Excuse me?
-Anna Mironova.

Stop them. He’ll kill them all.

Kill? Whom?

The icon. You need to find the icon.

-I can’t.
-Tell him. He’ll kill.

-I can’t. I’m sick.
-Stop it. Not the icon.

I can’t. The police. It’s their job.

-Stop them.
-I can’t.

Can I help you?

Hello. Tell Anna Viktorovna
that Shtolman is here.

She’s sick. She can’t see anyone.

I know she is. Tell her. Let her decide.

What do you mean, tell her?
Do you think I’m her chambermaid?

Excuse me?

Olimpiada Timofeyevna.
I’m Niusha’s beloved aunt. Anna’s.

I’m sorry. Nice to meet you.
Shtolman, Yakov Platonovich.

I wanted to see Anna.

What do the doctors say?

We don’t need doctors.

We can nurse Anna back
to health without one.

-Good. So, I can’t see her.
-It’s impossible.

Then please give her my best wishes.

Goodbye.

Come in.

Gordon. Hello.

Nina, what a surprise.
I thinked it were my assistant.

Excuse me, I’m not decent.

It’s all right. You look so cozy.

Please feel yourself at home.
Just a minute only.

Help the coffee yourself. I need time.

Take your time, by all means.

I will tell something to you.
Here is better.

-I feel braver.
-Braver?

Yes. I not see you, you not see me.

-Why?
-I want to say I know all.

What?

You don’t need chemistry lesson.

You just make a fool out of me.
But I am grave.

I love you. I invite you to be my wife.
No, please don’t talk anything.

Please be my wife.

I isn’t rich, but it will change.

Don’t be shocked.
The discoveries I’ll soon make

will bring me wealth and fame.

Alfred Nobel with his dynamite
is a child compared to me.

This is all I can say for now.
Don’t answer me now. Wait till tomorrow.

Raspberry jam?

Apricots. Raspberries are for Niusha,
and this one is for you.

Lipa, please don’t call Anna Niusha.
She hates it.

How can she hate something
her auntie calls her?

Where is Piotr Ivanovich?

He hasn’t come out yet.
We should call him.

Don’t. He had already eaten.

He has had his breakfast already.

Why isn’t Niusha engaged?
Can’t you find a man for her?

She’s a good-looking girl.

Olimpiada Timofeyevna,

do not under any circumstances
interfere with Anna’s personal life.

And don’t call her Niusha.
I have to leave.

I’ll call the doctor on my way.

What did I say? She’s a pretty girl,
but you need to do something.

-This is the reason of her sickness.
-Lipa, have mercy on me.

We are close for result. Two, three weeks,
and we’ll get a stable solution

preserving its properties
for a longer time.

Have you reported about it?

No. Not yet. Let’s not run ahead of us.

So, you are on the homestretch?

No. It’s just starting. When we obtain
the prototype, we’ll need to work

on industrial-scale production.
Maybe they’ll send us to the Urals.

So,
we’ll finally leave this horrible Zatonsk.

Horrible? It’s a very nice town.
For me, it’s like paradise.

Imagine, he said he’d be rich and
famous like Nobel. Who is this Nobel?

-The inventor of dynamite.
-That’s right. Dynamite.

What did you tell him?

-Nothing. He gave me time to think.
-Say yes.

Is this a joke?

-No. It’s your chance.
-Are you out of your mind?

He said he’d surpass Nobel.
What is it he invented?

Wait. You aren’t serious, are you?

-Tomorrow you’ll say yes to him.
-No.

Yes.

Annett!

You’re laughing! I’m not amused.
I wonder around the house like a ghost.

Here, my dear girl, have some milk.
It’s mixed with honey. It’s very healthy.

Old Praskovya sent it to you.
Don’t hurt her feelings.

Uncle.

Did you have to get sick?
This is the worst time.

The things that are happening now!

Do you mean the icon?

You know already?

Look. A towel. The icon was wrapped in it.

Where did you get it?

Deacon Illarion brought it to me.
He serves with Father Fiodor.

The merchant showed him the icon
to find out if it’s authentic.

A wise thief.

Yes. He can’t get the icon,
so he brought me the towel.

So, was the icon authentic?

Yes, Uncle, it was.

You know, a spirit comes to me predicting
a disaster, asking to stop it.

And I can’t even get out of bed.

Annett, I’ll take this.
It induces your fever. Annett!

Give it to me.
It’s my only connection to that soul.

What soul, Annett?

That’s it, Uncle.

I’m interested in
horseshoes like this one.

No, sir, I haven’t seen any.

-Are you sure?
-Cross my heart.

Watch it. So you say you didn’t see it.

Anton Andreyevich,
have you been at the artist’s?

-Not yet.
-Why?

I was at the market,
asking around about the horseshoe.

Also, I wanted to hear what
people say about the murder.

And?

Nobody makes horseshoes like this one.
I don’t know where it came from.

As for the murder,
people say it was Kurdeyar’s doing.

-That was very useful.
-Yes.

Let’s go visit the painter.

What’s with the painter?

Still breathing. He’s alive,
but I’m afraid he will be of no use to us.

Mr. Riabushinsky, what are you doing here?

Let me go! I’m an editor of a
respectable newspaper, not a murderer.

You didn’t do right by this reader.

Me? Come on. I found him like this.
I’ve been here all day waiting for him

to regain consciousness.

-Anything of value?
-No. Nothing important. Just trifles.

Will you share them with us?

Fine.
But I’ll expect you to return the favor.

I’m listening.

This icon is connected
with hidden treasures.

Is it?

Anna Viktorovna,
they won’t let me see you.

They say you’re sick.

It’s nothing. You need to get out of town.
You are in danger.

Where would I go?

I don’t know.
At least lock yourself in your cell.

So the icon is the real thing.

It is. That’s why you are in danger.

The Kudeyar icon.
Give me back the towel, at least.

No, let it stay with me.
You don’t need it right now. Go.

When everybody went to look for the icon,
several people died.

Our Mazayev was making money on it,
by the way.

Making copies of the bloody
fortress’s maps and selling them.

Anyway, Father Fiodor got
the congregation together

and promised to excommunicate
all the treasure seekers.

He ordered them to bring the maps
and burned them in the backyard.

That’s it. I told you all I knew.
Now I want to to hear your thoughts.

I won’t hold you up anymore,
Mr. Riabushinsky.

-Yakov Platonovich.
-Later, Mr. Riabushinsky.

Yakov Platonovich!

Where?

-What?
-Where is he, I’m asking you?

-Who?
-The guy in black.

-This one?
-I said in black.

Mr. Riabushinsky,
you can go now, as I said.

Come on, drink this. Come on, come on.

-It’s disgusting.
-This is what you need now. Drink it all.

You look better.
But don’t you dare get up. I know you.

I saw the prince.
He’s good-looking, even if old.

He’s no match to the other one,
the one you’re pining over.

Lipa!

I’m sorry, sister. I always say it
like it is, not beat around the bushes

like you intellectuals do.
The girl needs to know the truth.

What truth, Aunt Lipa?

You see... Niusha, there are men
who can’t live without women.

These fops always go to the country
to play with girls’ hearts.

-This Shulman...
-Shtolman.

Doesn’t matter. He doesn’t love you.
Flirting, making you his mistress – maybe.

But he won’t start a
family like an honest man.

Oh God, Lipa.

I didn’t want to upset you, but how can
you even compare his Excellency to this...

Policeman.

-Policeman.
-Please leave me alone.

So you were drinking
with this man in black.

Yes. He brought some vodka. White Head.

It’s good. Help yourselves.

It tastes like water and
inebriates you like the old Polish.

Get closer to the point. Why did he come?

He was asking about the fortress.

What did you tell him?

Me? I draw a plan for him.
Why not help a nice man?

-How did he look?
-Who?

The man.

I told you. Dressed in black. A hat.

-Did he tell you his name?
-I don’t remember.

htelman, Shturman...

Shtolman?

Shtolman.

Did anyone else come?

Yes, the deacon. Illarion.
He said they found some icon.

He also wanted the fortress’s plan.

He brought this bottle.
It’s not that good.

So, this one was brought by Shtolman?

Yes.

I haven’t seen them for a while.

Are you an expert?

There was this case on moonshining,
before your time.

Take the bottle for tests.
I hope you caught it about the deacon.

Yes. I’ll go to the church at once.

Wait.

-You are an artist, Mr. Mazayev.
-So?

You are supposed to notice
nuances of appearance and manners.

Did he stand out in any way?

He brought me vodka.

-I won’t go buy you vodka.
-Too bad.

But I can make a donation to this end.

Thank you.

So, did he stand out? See that jar?

He spilled this solvent on himself.

It’s paint thinner.

Well, it's at least something.

Come back soon.

150 Lord’s Prayers, 150 Hail Mary’s,
and 150 Creeds. Off you go, my son.

Hello, Father Fiodor.

Who are you looking for, my son?

I need to ask you something.

I have told everything I knew.

Yes, but the investigation continues.
Is it true that you ordered to burn

all the treasure maps on
pain of excommunication?

-I did. And the fever subsided at once.
-Really? Did you burn them all?

I made a fire right here.

Everybody came up to it
and threw the maps in it.

Then they’d make a sign of cross and
pledge to stop serving the golden calf.

-I see. Thank you. Where is your deacon?
-I don’t know. He was here somewhere.

-Thank you.
-God bless you, my son.

Illarion!

Where is the map?

It’s a sin, I know. I was just curious.

So, as soon as the icon reappeared,
you felt the urge to find the treasure.

It’s not that. Nobody believed
that the icon existed. But it does!

Don’t tell Father Fiodor. He’ll curse me.

I see. What were you
going to do with the map?

Nothing. I had a chance to see
the icon in all details.

There was this drawing
under the saint’s feet,

like a map, and a cross on it.

I thought that might be it.

You went to the painter
to compare the maps.

Where is the icon?

I don’t have it. I never did.

Even if I did,
I wouldn’t succumb the temptation.

What’s this?

The map of the churchyard
and the cemetery.

I need it for work.

There is a cross mark on it.

It’s merchant Karamyshev’s
barn where the icon was found.

Your Honor, a message from the hospital.
Karamyshev has come to his senses.

-When?
-Two hours ago.

What do you mean,
he recovered and then died?

It was a short remission.
His condition was grave.

Everything depended on his stamina.

Was he lucid?

No. He was hallucinating.
I sent to the police at once.

Did he have visitors?

You placed a uniformed
policeman at his ward.

Yes, but...

The cause of death is obvious:
a gunshot wound.

I can’t prevent every trouble.

The more I’m trying to help,
the more deaths happen.

Maybe I should leave the spirits
alone to make the killings stop.

-The evil man has the icon.
-Who? Who is he?

Go to the church. He’s there.

To the church. Uncle. I need my uncle.
Uncle! I need him. Uncle...

What’s wrong? What uncle?
Come back to bed, my dear.

Call the uncle!

Why do you need an uncle when you have
your aunt? I’ll bring you tea with honey,

my dear girl. What?

I need my uncle.

He’s not here, Niusha.
What happened? Maybe I could help.

Yakov Platonovich,
this horseshoe is a rarity.

I’ve been to all blacksmiths.

Only two institutions use
this kind of horseshoes:

cavalry captain Protasov’s
riding school and the church.

They have a few horses for domestic needs.

Again,
everything comes back to the church.

We should have brought
the deacon here at once.

Is Shtolman here?

-Yes. Did something happen?
-It did.

Yakov Platonovich, Karamyshev was killed.

-What?
-You heard me. Karamyshev was killed.

What makes you think so?

I’m a doctor, and this isn’t my first
day at work. He was obviously strangled.

How could it happen?
I was at the hospital.

The guard was at his door.

Easily. They smothered him with a pillow.
He didn’t need much to die.

-Who was at the door?
-Sinelnikov.

Did anyone come inside after
the doctor send the messenger?

I didn’t let anyone in.

There were no outsiders here
after the messenger had left.

Are you sure?

-Yes, sir. It’s just...
-What?

Father Fiodor came by to ask
about the patient’s condition.

-Did he enter the ward?
-Not while I was here.

What do you mean? Did you leave the post?

I went to the doctor, for five minutes.

-Did he pay you to let him in?
-No! He groaned, and I thought...

-Dismissed.
-Yes, sir.

Sinelnikov might be a gaper,
but do we really believe

that Father Fiodor killed Karamyshev?

I agree. This is too much.

Mr. Shtolman! Mr. Shtolman.

-Niusha sent me.
-What Niusha?

-Mironova.
-Anna Viktorovna.

I’m her aunt. Do you remember me?

Yes, of course. What happens?

Niusha started eating, thank God.
I made a tisane for her, and it works.

Good. I’m glad to hear this.

She has even been outside.
She needs fresh air.

Of course.
Tell Anna I wish her to get well soon.

-I will.
-Me, too.

I’ll tell her.

Oh! I almost forgot.
She wanted me to tell you something.

What is it?

She was too weak to come herself.
You need to go to the church.

-What does it mean?
-Go to the church. He’s there.

Is that all she has said?

This is all.
You need to go to the church. He’s there.

Who is he?

It’s unknown.

It’s unknown.

-Where is the deacon?
-In the outbuilding, I suppose.

I wondered where he was.
I haven’t seen him for a while.

And he was here all this time.

THE WISE THIEF