All language subtitles for ADS02E06

Translation and timing by:
@anditendshowyoudexpect(.tumblr.com)

I loved her more than life itself.

I begged her to be my wife.

But she didn't want that.

She toyed with me
like a cat with a mouse

now caressing, now pushing me away.

That night, she told me
she fell in love with another man.

Something came over me and I

grabbed a knife from the table

and stabbed her.

In the stomach.

Anton Andreyevich, I think I've read
something like that in a Prosper Merimee book.

Why did you make a mummy out of her?

I didn't want to part with her, with her body.

As a chemist, I was interested

in such an experiment. I stole caustic soda

from the department laboratory.

You took more than enough too,
stocked up for the future?

But for some reason, you lost interest
in your lover's dead body

and decided to auction it off.

Episode 6
THE MUMMY

Iraida Suslova, 26, a member

of the terrorist fraction of the organization

that appeared after the defeat of Narodnaya Volya*.
(*People's Will)

The only one who managed to escape 7 years ago

after the attempt on the Emperor's life.

The police have been looking for her all this time.

And we're the ones who found her.

It's an incredible stroke of luck.

Or a brilliantly staged performance.

I don't understand why you're doubting it.

Aristarkhov confessed.

Yes, as prompted by his Petersburg friend

who, as you might have noticed

literally dictated his confession.

I think you're exaggerating.

But it's odd that Martynov didn't come sooner.

He came right after he read

Rebushinky's investigation and

Madame Mironova's essay that describe in all detail

the mummy's sex, the scar on its stomach...

But you found caustic soda in his basement.

It's like a smoking gun.
- Anton Andreyevich, can you imagine

Dmitriy Aristarkhov cutting open a corpse?

and extracting the internal organs?

It takes a firm hand

and at least some general medical knowledge.

And the biggest question: why

would he do that? It would have been

so much easier to bury the body in the woods.

Oh, Anna Viktorovna, there are secrets in my head

that even my mustache doesn't know.

I take it congratulations are in order

Anton Andreyevich?

You'll get a promotion

or some other reward...

Anna Viktorovna, you know that your attention

is the best reward I can ask for.

Will you give me an affectionate look?

Do I not deserve

your... attention?

Of course, you do, Anton Andreyevich.

But wasn't it Mr. Shtolman who arrested Aristarkhov?

Why is this about... again?

It was me who sent him to Aristarkhov's house!

To save time.

The case was taking a serious turn.

Look, this is a terrifying woman.

You can see it in her eyes that she's the kind

that won't stop at nothing. But...

- Who is she?
- What?

This is not her.

How do you mean?

She is not the woman murdered in Aristarkhov's house.

So you insist that you didn't know

who Iraida Suslova really was?

I didn't.

How and where did you meet her?

In a tavern in Petersburg three or four months ago.

First love?

Yes. But you don't believe me anyway.

Why? When I hear truth I believe it.

Hello.

Good day, Miss Mironova. Happy to see you again.

Please, no need for formalities, just Anna.

I've come by

to see how your shop is doing.

Much better than I dared to hope.

There is a great reading public here.

I get many orders.
- What do they order?

Would you like to know?

Right, 12 orders of Two Sphinxes -

it's a new novel by Madame Kryzhanovskaya.

There is an extraordinary amount of interest

in the subject of Egypt.

I can imagine. What else?

Madame Selezniova wants to know the future.

A Comprehensive Guide to Tarot Cards.

Postmaster Kuziakin suffers from gout.

Enchantments for Joint Ache.
- Enchantments?

He's afraid of going to the doctor.

I thought he looked like an educated man.

Mr. Kliuyev put an order for The Reference Guide to

Grain Varieties of Central Russia from Sabashnikov Brothers.

Mr. Shtolman, The Encyclopeadia of Heresies and Dangerous Cults.

How strange.

Are you surprised?

This Shtolman, do you know him?

We all know each other in one way or another here in Zatonsk.

Can I order a copy of this book for myself?

Yes, of course. Are you interested in the subject?

Not so much interested... Just curious.

Is Mrs. Mironova related to you by any chance?

She is my mother.

I couldn't put her article away.

I still can see that horrible picture in my mind:

a masked figure killing the unfortunate victim

by stabbing her in the stomach.

Is all of this in the article?

Yes. Didn't you read it?

I think I should pay more attention

to Mom's writings.

Excuse me, Polina.
- Have a nice day!

Good day, Anna Viktorovna.

Good day, Yakov Platonovich.

Have you been at the bookshop?

Does it surprise you or is this an interrogation?

Rather an excuse to start a conversation.

Are you heading there as well?

No, I was just passing by.

Say, did you see something at the auction?

I can't be sure, it only lasted a few seconds.

But you felt unwell, you fainted.

I think I saw Anubis

stabbing someone in the stomach.

Anubis but not Dmitriy Aristarkhov?

- Do you think Aristarkhov is innocent?
- I must say

I have doubts but... Will you tell me if--

If I see anything else? Of course

I will share it immediately...

with Anton Andreyevich.

You're right, that would be best. Good day, Anna Viktorovna.

Good day, Yakov Platonovich.

Oh, how lovely.

Listen to this. Your turn of phrase is easy

and airy like breath, and your writing talent is indisputable!

Who's writing this to you?

A reader. I get twice as many letters now.

I must say your essay about the mummy

is written in a very lively style.

However, there are many things you twisted.

I didn't twist, I embellished.

Nobody wants to read about real life.

Pray tell me: did you learn it from me

that the victim had been stabbed in the stomach?

Yes. What's the problem? I don't understand.

The problem is that they won't be able to find the murderer now.

Because the criminal now knows the progress of the investigation

from your article, Mom.
- Don't be ridiculous.

The case is solved. The murderer has been arrested.

Is that so? Well, we're not so sure.

Who are "we"? Shtolman?

Me and Shtolman.

You know, I will never tell you anything anymore.

You're just jealous of my success, Anna.

And you can't hide it.

Well, nobody in this family

has ever understood me.

Truly, a man's foes shall be

they of his own household.

I need to work.

I suppose I too have matters to attend to.

Liza! Please, bring coffee to my study.

Right away, sir.

My angel.

Tell me, do you really believe that

Dmitriy Aristarkhov has been detailed unjustly?

He confessed, didn't he?

Too many inconsistencies and, most importantly

Iraida Suslova doesn't look like the spirit

I spoke with, at all.

Do you... see spirits again?

Yes. I need your help.

Can I take the bandages and amulets that were on the mummy?

They are genuine and have their value.

Of course, be my guest, that's at least something.

What's the word about the money?

Aristarkhov's house will be auctioned off

and you will get your 5000 out of the proceeds.

But it won't happen anytime soon, I'm afraid.

Unfortunately, we have yet to find out

how he spent the money from the sale of the collection.

Did he tell you what he did with the real mummy?

- The real mummy?
- Yes. After all, there was the real mummy too.

The priest, Thutmose. What did he do with it?

- Thutmose?
- Well, yes.

We're going to ask him now.

Come with me!

You know, Annette, I've just suddenly felt

like five years ago when you and I

were engaged in spiritism, untangling

all sorts of elaborate cases... Good old days.

I must say I miss them.

You have a good chance to bring them back.

Look at this house, it gives off such an ominous vibe...

It's in the middle of the woods, far outside town...

A perfect crime scene.

But you never said why we were here.

The murder was committed in this house, in the basement.

And the mummy was made here too. So I thought:

what if I try to summon the spirit of the woman

on the crime scene?

Perhaps she'll give another sign...

Only how do we get inside?

Annette, it's illegal.

- You promised to help.
- Hold this.

Just asking. Juuust aasking...

Hold this.
- Wow, Uncle.

When you asked for my help

you said it in such a mysterious voice

that I knew right away that some of my talents

could still be of use.

Thank you.

How much more of this? I've just spent two hours

talking to Mr. Shtolman and I am exhausted.

That's all right, Dmitriy Afanasyevich.

The day after tomorrow you'll be taken

to Petersburg, Shpalernaya Street

where you'll get some rest.

For now, though, tell us where you put the real mummy.

- The real...
- mummy.

I don't know... Careful, Annette.

Stairs.

Well? What do we want to see here?

What?

Spirit of Iraida Suslova, show yourself.

Spirit of Iraida Suslova...

You know, I'm almost sure

it wasn't Suslova.

No? Well, maybe her spirit is just...

dispirited today?

Spirit of the mummy, show yourself to me...

Spirit of the mummy, show yourself...

Annette, is it here?

Who are you?

Annette... Annette!

What is that?

Quiet... There. There.

Can you hear this? You hear this?

Right. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait for me here.

Just a minute. I'll be right back.

Be right back. Stay here, stay here.

Uncle, where are you going?

Dmitriy Afanasyevich, silence won't make things easier for you.

Where is the real mummy?

If we find it, I'm sure Mr. Golenishchev

won't insist on the forgery charge.

I won't.

I burnt it.

You burnt it?

Yes. In the oven.

I broke it into piece and burnt it.

I remember it burning so well!

My god, how barbaric.

Oh my god...

Careful, Annette. Careful.

Let's see.

Annette...

I knew there's never a dull moment with you.

And there you go.

Yakov Platonovich, you were right.

Aristarkhov didn't burn the mummy.

This means he didn't kill Iraida Suslova. She is--

alive?

We need to send a wire to Petersburg right away.

I was so wrong... I jumped to conclusions.

Did you know everything from the start?

I was suspicious from the start, so I kept quiet.

I wanted the conspirators to believe that their plan had worked.

Their? He wasn't alone then.

God, my reputation as a detective is ruined.

Don't bury yourself before your time.

If only...

I'm sorry to wake you at this late hour but

this is a matter of utmost urgency.

We have just received a telegram

saying that Iraida Suslova

had been detained at the border.

Impossible. It's a mistake.

Your pal Pavel Martynov was arrested with her.

Together they were about to leave Russia

and take out an enormous amount of money.

Pavel... So she's with him.

The bastard.

I should have known.

What a clever plan.

Sending me to the labor camp

while he and Iraida go abroad with the money.

The plan was brilliant.

And you were indeed... well done.

First you give all your inheritance

to your friend and your lover, then you confess

to a murder you didn't commit.

Well, as for the inheritance, Dmitriy Afanasyevich

was going to donate it to a good cause:

overthrowing the tyranny and

liberation of the working people.
- Yeah.

I'm right, aren't I?

Thank you, Liza. You can go rest now.

You look tired, Annette.

You should get rest and have a good night's sleep.

What is it? Is it here?
- No, but...

I'm sensing something.

Enough.

Enough! What do you want?

Leave me!

What happened to the light?

Maria Timofeyevna...

Obviously, some meteorological phenomenon.

Some atmospheric effect.

Not uncommon in spring.

Why are you still up?

I'm writing a new article.
It's called "The Return of the Mummy."

No, it should be... "The Mummy Returns"!

One headline better that the next...
Maria Timofeyevna.

What did you need caustic soda for?

An explosive device?
- Yes.

Whom were you going to blow up?

Governor General of Moscow.

My job was to make the bomb,
and Iraida was to prepare everything in Moscow.

It suited our plans that the police thought
she was dead.

But it's all lies...

There was no plot,
she was just going to run away with my money?

Exactly.

How did you get the money to her?

I gave instructions to the solicitor

He took it to Moscow and handed it to her man there.

I was going to follow her on the day you arrested me.

Where were you supposed to meet with her? Abroad?

Merchant Zatulin's house in ... Ask for Akulina.

Take him away.

Hold on! You haven't caught them, have you?

You fooled me, you played on my feelings

made me a traitor!

I saved you from the labor camp,
and if you behave

you'll get off with exile.

You have a chance to start over.
Don't throw it away.

Take him away.

Bravo, bravo, bravo, Yakov Platonovich!

How you outwitted him... Clever, very clever.

We must send a wire to Moscow immediately.

If they're lucky, they will arrest Suslova tonight.

And the big brass will appreciate you even more.

No, no, Yakov Platonovich

It was you, you solved this case, not me.

I believed Aristarkhov.

Anton Andreyevich, I urge you
not to tell anyone about it.

It suits me more than fine if

you get the laurels of Zatonsk's first detective.

Besides, the mummy case isn't closed yet.

Right.
We've got neither victim nor the perpetrator.

Perhaps, this mystery will remain unsolved.

No way! I won't give up.

Especially now that we're almost certain that both murder

and embalming took place in the basement of Aristarkhov's house.

We need to once more interview everyone

who knew the deceased well and could see anything.

He never associated with anyone apart
from his old housekeeper

So we start with her.

- Vladimir Semionovich. Good morning.
- Anna Viktorovna.

I have to say, I was surprised by the letter
you'd sent with the messenger.

I need your help.

Yesterday, in the basement of Aristarkhov's house,
the spirit of Thutmose came to me.

Are you being serious?
I didn't mean to insult you.

The problem is that he's not behaving
like other spirits and

I don't know what to expect from him.

All right. Let's find a quieter place to talk.
Please.

I'm sorry, Anna Viktorovna, I'm a little nervous.

Needless to say, this is not something one sees every day.

Yes. Well. Is the spirit of Thutmose here right now?

Yes. He's right behind your back.

Don't turn around, you won't see him anyway.

My God...

He wants to tell me something.

What? What? I don't understand.

I don't understand!

Anna Viktorovna. What's wrong?

He's just been speaking through you.

How?

...something like that.

Incredible!

Did you get any of this?

No, I can only read and write the hieroglyphs, but

My god, Anna Viktorovna, oh my God!

I'm the first modern scientist to have heard
the ancient Egyptian language!

In my very loose interpretation.

So be it! Good God, I can't even express my elation!

Don't express your elation, Mr. Golenishchev

I can't understand him!

Yes, yes, of course.

Right, you said you can read and write hieroglyphs.

More or less.

I need paper!

Paper, quicky, give me paper!

Praskovia Ivanovna, did any guests
ever come to visit the late Erast Andreyevich?

No, he didn't like guests and never invited anyone.

So, in all the years you worked for him

no one ever stayed at the house?

That's impossible.
- Why impossible, my dear?

Erast Andreyevich traveled abroad
almost ten months of the year.

And when he came back,
he wanted to rest away from people.

What about women?

Didn't women visit him either?

No, they didn't.

Maybe he had someone abroad, I don't know, can't say.

But here, he didn't have any others.

Others? Apart from whom?

Well, no point in hiding it now...

We came together, me and him, a long time ago.

I was still young and pretty then.

Right. I think this is it.

All right. Well, this hieroglyph
definitely means a tomb.

Of course! Naturally!

He just wants us to bury him,
to commit his body to the ground!

I doubt it, Anna Viktorovna.

You see, seven parts of the soul become one
and enter the realm of the dead Duat

only if a number of conditions are fulfilled.

If the mummy is preserved, if there is a tomb...

Are you sure about this?

It's Thutmose who's sure about it.

He knows that you'll doom him, if you bury him in the ground.

What is it he wants from me then, what?

Apparently he wants you to build him a new tomb.

Me?

No, this is some kind of a bad dream.

Could you ask him to speak ancient Egyptian
through me again, Anna Viktorovna?

Mr. Golenishchev.

Sorry. Scientific zeal.

Is he still here?

Well, he must have said what he wanted to say.

Or your translation was incorrect.

Looks like it was correct after all.

Hold on, hold on, I'm thinking...
I think I have an idea.

- What are you doing?
- It's a message for him.

Wait!

- Got it!
- What?

It means "the document is approved"!

What did you write in the "document"?

That we want to build him a new tomb!

But it will take some time, maybe several years,
maybe more.

But what does it mean?

Here. Look.

At the congress of Russian artists, Professor Rumyantsev

called for setting up a new museum of fine arts in Moscow.

Here, look. This sketch won the competition
for the design of its future building.

I did want to acquire the mummy for my own collection but

now I will gladly gift it to the museum once it opens.

Move aside, move.

It's the same.

Brilliant! Well, let's hope your problem is solved.

Only one of the two.

What is the other one?

Who was that young woman turned into a mummy?

Look at this. Just arrived from Moscow!

Did you run to Moscow yourself to get the telegram?

Iraida Suslova arrested.

Conspiracy cell uncovered.

Well, congratulations, wonderful.

Yes, so I guess we can go home now.

You can go. I'll stay and dig in the archives.

Yakov Platonovich, you are an amazing man.

You're one of those people who,
if they can't find the road

will lay it themselves.

I need to find out if anyone reported missing

a girl or a woman in the last...

How many years do we keep the records?

How many? Well...

So many that, I'm afraid, Yakov Platonovich,
you can't manage alone.

Who killed you if not Aristarkhov?!

Why are you sitting there like a princess?
There are dishes unwashed since yesterday.

What do I care about the dishes?
The house is on you.

I was hired for my beauty,
I shouldn't get my hands dirty.

Taniushenka, my beautiful girl!

Enchantress... My Aphrodite...

Stop it, stop it, Erast Andreyevich, you'll jinx me!

Erast Andreyevich...

Get out, you old crock...

This is your fault.

You didn't look after her.

Get out. Out!

I will give you immortality. You will live forever.

In the name of Anubis!

Tatiana... Her name is Tatiana.

Yakov Platonovich! Good day.

Good morning, Doctor.

I was told you'd asked to see me urgently.

I'm sorry to have bothered you, Doctor, but

here is a list of missing women from our province.

Could you check whose description matches

that of our mysterious mummy?

This is a long list.

Is Anna Viktorovna at the hospital today?

No, you know, she's been exhausting herself with work

so I ordered her to go home and get a good sleep.

Then I wish you a good day.
Let's go, I'll tell them to take you back.

How can I help you, Miss?

I'm looking for Praskovia Lisitsyna.
I was told she lived here.

I am Praskovia. Come in.

Don't worry, I'm from the charitable Samaritan fund.

We'll be delivering you food, medication if needed.

Well, what do you know.
Thank you very much.

Take a seat, please.

Good morning, young miss.

Well, let's see who you could be.

For example, Ryazanova Glafira Petrovna.

I haven't slept well for a long time.
Maybe there are pills for that?

Why can't you sleep?

Old sins trouble my thoughts.

Do you recognize this?
It belonged to your master.

Anubis, the god of death.

Looking at it makes your blood run cold.

And if you see it in a dream,
you probably could die from a heart attack.

I don't know what you're getting at.

Yes, you do, Praskovia!
You know exactly what I'm getting at!

I know you killed that girl many years ago,
you killed her

No! I didn't kill her!

Master went to Petersburg for a week...

How can you live here, Aunt Pasha,
with these horrors all around you?

What are you talking about?

About those nasty idols
Master keeps in the basement.

What do you know about it?
Those are antique, worth a lot of money.

Erast Andreyevich took me there to boast.
Only I almost died down there.

So scary.
Especially the demon with a dog head.

He comes to me in nightmares at night.

Creepy.

I'll show you demons.
I'll show you scary.

You'll run away from this house yourself.

No! Nooo! Noooo...

Tatiana...

Tatiana!

Tatiana...

Oh God.

When Erast Andreyevich returned, I told him

I'd found Tatiana dead in her bed in the morning.

He took her body to the basement.

And I don't know what he did to her there.

He mourned half a year...

and then took me back again as before.

Go to the police.

Unburden your soul.

The court will take into account
that it wasn't a premeditated murder.

No. God will judge me.

I loved Erast Andreyevich.
I gave him my whole life.

And he brought that young thing to the house
and made me serve her.

He left me nothing after his death.

You all look down on us...
treat us like dirt.

Only Dmitriy Afanasyevich was good.

You can't take another person's life.

Go to the police.

Then I will.

No, stop!

What is it? What's wrong?

Why did you go to Praskovia on your own?

If something had happened to you,
I could never forgive myself.

I wanted to test my hypothesis.

Why didn't you come to me?
Especially since we'd already found Tatiana Stolbova

who worked for Aristarkhov Sr.
and went missing 30 years ago.

You know, Yakov Platonovich,
spirits don't ask me how much longer they should wait.

Nevertheless, next time you decide
to test a hypothesis--

What next time?

There won't be a next time!

I'm sick of this! I won't "get in the way"
of your catching criminals!

Anna Viktorovna! Yakov Platonovich!

I have missed our team so much,
and here we are together again.

I was thinking, should we maybe have
a musical evening today, Anna Viktorovna?

I'll accompany your pianoforte
with a delicate tremolo.

Unfortunately, I can't today. I'm busy.

Come on, Yakov Platonovich,
the case is solved, definitely this time.

Yakov Platonovich always has
something more important to do.

Such as studying dangerous cults and heresies.

What do you mean?

It was a joke.
Goodbye.

Anna Viktorovna... is upset today.

Truly, there is no scarier person than

someone who forgot how to be joyful.

Finally.
I have been waiting for you a long time.

THE MUMMY

Translation and timing by:
@anditendshowyoudexpect(.tumblr.com)