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One, two, three, four, five.

Ready or not, here I come.

ANNA, THE DETECTIVE

Okay, then,
the identity of the deceased is unknown.

But judging from his cap, he was a student
of the St Petersburg University.

EPISODE 9: FAMILY VALUES

Which means he was not local.
The old hunter found him.

He went straight to Yelagina,
this is her land. Her forest, I mean.

And Yelagina sent a runner
to us right away.

It would take a long time for
the old man to make it to the city.

-Did you question him?
-Who, the old man? Of course.

And I filed the report, too.
Everything is on the up and up.

I checked the shotgun,
it's clean, hasn't been shot.

The wound isn't from a shotgun shot,
either.

And there's nothing in his pockets.
No money, no documents.

Yeah... No suicide note either.

Why, you think it could
have been a suicide?

If he shot himself,
the bullet would have entered at an angle

somewhat like that. I'll have more
information after the autopsy.

Yes, the bullet did enter at an angle.
The place is fitting.

This could have been a duel.

You're a romantic, Anton Andreievich.

I'm more partial to the suicide theory.

Not really. There is no gunpowder
residue on the clothes.

If he had shot himself, there would have
been a burn in the fabric. Definitely.

Well, Yakov Platonovich, your job
is finding it out. Mine is medicine.

What if it was a robbery? You said
yourself he had no money or documents.

I doubt it.
The student was waiting for somebody here.

He waited for a long time.
That's why he kept walking in place.

The killer shot from there. He came
down the path to the hut and shot him.

-Where does the path lead?
-To the village.

-And that one?
-To Yelagina's.

I still think it's a duel.
Everything fits.

A shot from there, a shot from there.

Ulyashin, get the body and take it to the
morgue for the autopsy and the report.

We can't discount any
theories at this stage.

By the way, five years ago,
Semyon Yelagin shot himself in this hut.

That's Yelagina the landowner's husband.

Yeah, that's an old legend.

They say his ghost
still walks around here.

Well, shall we listen to what
Yelagina herself has to tell us?

Excuse me, does the lawyer's
presence have something to do

with what happened in the woods?

Viktor Ivanovich is my friend and...

I've come to visit with my old friend's
widow and support her.

You see, five years ago there, at the hut,
Sofia Nikolaevna's husband died.

And a different accident
happened close by.

-What's the connection?
-There is none.

Just a few tragic accidents
in the same place.

Painful memories for Sofia Nikolaevna.
And now this...

Excuse me, Yakov Platonovich,
are you opposed to my presence here?

No, I'm not opposed.

But we aren't in a courtroom,
and Mrs Yelagina is not a suspect.

But if you're here just as her friend,
by all means.

That forest is cursed. We should have
sold it or cut it down a long time ago.

It's no accident that I saw my
late husband in a dream recently.

Sofia Nikolaevna,
do people go to that hut?

No one, really. Maybe the village boys,
or hunters from the city.

I haven't been there in ages.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Where is Daddy?

A messenger brought a note from Yelagina,

and Viktor ran straight there.

-As if it was a fire, I swear.
-Has something happened?

Someone was killed on Yelagina's land.
It's awful.

Killed? Who was it?

They're saying it was a young man.
Viktor will tell us when he's back.

Run along, dear. We can handle it.

I think I'll go take a walk.
Take some fresh air.

What about breakfast?
Are you going to leave me alone here?

Viktor is at Yelagina's,
Pyotr isn't up yet.

-What, do I take my tea alone?
-I won't take long.

Besides, I'll be back with an appetite.

You have a fitting at the tailor's today,
do you remember that?

My dress isn't going anywhere.

Did your husband like to hunt?

He did.
That's why we have weapons in the house.

There was a revolver, too.
I threw it in the river.

My husband shot himself from it.

-Excuse me, do you work here?
-Yes, I do. Why?

-I would like to talk to you.
-I was told not to talk to anyone.

My name is Anna Mironova.

My father is a lawyer,
he is with your lady right now.

-And my task is talking to the staff.
-About what?

-About what happened here.
-Well, it wasn't here.

It was in the forest.
They already asked me about that.

That one, from the police.

Maybe you have remembered something else.

I told them everything I knew.

They found a dead man
at the hunting bothy.

The old hunter found him.
So he came here, to report to the lady.

And the lady sent for the police.

Thank you.

Still, why did your husband shoot himself?

Who knows? He took to drink back then.

Wouldn't leave the hunting
bothy for days in languish.

So it must have been
the work of the devil.

My God...

Where are your sons?

My oldest, Vladimir,
lives in St Petersburg.

The youngest, Aleksei, went to visit
with Gusyatnikov at his estate yesterday.

-A hunting trip.
-You have your own estate.

Why would he need to visit
your neighbor to hunt?

Who are you?

You came to visit me this morning.
What is your name?

Were you murdered?

The maid said that the warden's name
is Yermolay Alekseievich.

He worked for the late landlord,
helped out with the hunting.

And after the landlord's death,
he takes care of the hut.

Strange. Yelagina didn't say
anything about that warden.

And I did ask about the hut.
Where does the warden live now?

In the next village over. He's an old
bachelor, so he doesn't have a family.

He makes a living hunting
and repairing guns.

And where is he now?

They haven't seen him in a long time.

But they say he's
in the neighboring governorate.

Working there,
or maybe someone sent him there.

A warden is a free man.

All right, Anton Andreievich,
go see that Gusyatnikov.

Find out whether Yelagina's
son Aleksei is there.

Maybe he went out last night. Find out
what he's doing right now, in detail.

Do you think Aleksei Yelagin
could have killed the student?

What's the point of guessing?
We need to find out more facts.

So far we have two suspects. Aleksei,
Yelagina's son, and that warden Yermolay.

Interesting...

Let's go.

ST PETERSBURG

Talk.

In Rybinsk, everything went smoothly.
The merchant fell off the barge.

They only fished out the body a day later.
Wrote it off as an accident.

-What about the assassin?
-Happy. Got paid.

-What about the second thing?
-There's been a mishap.

The assassin was sloppy.
It was noisy. Very noisy.

-And?
-On the lam now.

The police is looking for them...
We have to find them before they do.

Send someone good.

What about Zatonsk?

No news so far.

I don't understand.

It's supposed to be over.

-Daniel says nothing?
-Yes.

Daniel says nothing.

No one to send there.

I have to go there.

I have to do everything myself.

That man from Zatonsk is waiting outside,
by the way.

Ask him in.

I extracted this bullet from the student.
It was shot from a Colt '53.

And the student himself...

The student himself had
a Smith & Wesson revolver.

Absolutely right.

And it looks like he shot, too,
because on his right hand,

he had characteristic residue
of unburned gunpowder.

Yes, I noticed that one of the shells
in the magazine was empty.

-What nonsense. Is it really a duel?
-Looks like it.

Sir, they found the house where
the student lodged. And his landlady.

By the way,
thank you very much for paying my debt.

A card debt is about honor,
as we all know.

Really? And how long am I supposed
to keep saving your honor for?

Don't worry, Morel, please. I'll pay you.

I'm going to fix my affairs
and pay you right away.

My patience has limits.

Come on now, Morel.
You know, I left paperwork for a sum

three times greater than
the one I got from you.

They're just pieces of paper for now.

I did not force you to do it.

You offered me money for those
pieces of paper yourself. Right?

You know what, my dear Vladimir?

Something tells me that very soon, you
will be able to pay all your debts to me.

You think so?

My dear Morel,
I don't have a cent to my name.

Why won't you understand?

You know, you're greedy, Morel.
You're greedy. Yes.

Although, what can you get from me?
What? Nothing.

When you get your inheritance,
there will be.

My father wrote me out of the will.
That's right.

-He didn't write your brother out.
-What does my brother have to do with it?

In the case of your brother's
sudden demise, you become the heir.

Your brother has no children, and by law,
your mother only gets a small part.

Why, is my brother... about to die?

No. My God, I was just speculating.

You, too,
could pass before it is your time.

Look at how much wine you drink,
the cards, the women...

-What are you talking about?
-Calm down.

How would you even benefit from my death?

The law puts all of the responsibility
on the heirs.

In the case of your sudden death, all
your debt is transferred to your brother.

Since he is the heir. I don't care
which one of you to get my money from.

I'm joking.

Enjoy your life, my dear Vladimir.

I'm sorry. You're a joker, Morel.

Just remember that someone
always has to pay the debts.

That's true.

Look, now that we're talking about it,
could you lend me some more money?

As a joke. I'm joking.

Of course.

So when were you going to Zatonsk?

Oh no, no.
I wasn't going there and I'm not.

The Yelagin family will not
accept their prodigious son.

Who knows, who knows.

Morel,
I like how you always speak in riddles.

I'm going to visit Zatonsk soon.
They say it's a nice little town.

All the best. A pleasure.

All the best. Madam.

My God. Such honor.

What a beauty. Please. Please.

Yakov Platonovich, looks like a poisoning.

I'm sure that the autopsy will confirm it.

The neighbor said the student
came here the day before.

She said he was quiet. Secretive.

Didn't even have any linens.

We didn't find any money or documents.

There must have been a label
with his name here.

Torn out in a hurry.

Looks like the killer didn't want us
to find out the student's name.

There should be a label like
this one on the linens, too.

Well... there are no linens.

Ask the neighbors.
Who is the washerwoman in the area?

Got it. Will do.

Is the deceased missing anything?

No, I think everything is in place.
Money, documents.

Although there wasn't really
that much money there.

She was killed because of the student.

You think so?

Well, the student must
have been important.

Or a pawn in somebody else's game.

There should be a registry
of lodgers here.

There's nothing. No documents.

So he took the book, too...

Mr Morel, you don't do it like that.
Especially such delicate cases.

Exactly, my dear. You don't.
You need preparation.

You can't rush it.

And I think you're having problems.
I pay you for urgency.

My noble benefactors are waiting
for the documents.

I'm supposed to have them.

An extremely complicated plan
relies on that blackmail material.

You will have your results.
I have your case under special handling.

Special handling. I think I should
have contracted street urchins.

They would have stolen
those documents in seconds.

You were supposed to do it a month ago.

You're busy with everything
there is except my business.

You're going to Zatonsk?

My dear, that is none of your business.

Accepting every job!
And you can't do them. I cancel my offer.

You can keep the down payment.

Don't walk me out.

Take her away.

Yakov Platonovich, don't you find
that poisoning as a way of murder

is something the ladies favor?

Yes, gentlemen prefer a knife,
or something heavy over the head.

Exactly.

Yakov Platonovich, you were right,

the washerwoman lives
in the next building.

Here,
she got this from the student yesterday.

B. Kirilov.
Well, that's something at least.

A request to St Petersburg.
Telegraph it quickly.

Yes, sir.

MY AFFAIR WITH M IS OVER.
DON'T WISH TO SEE HER AGAIN.

Yelagina is my friend's widow.
I had to support her.

Yes. Semyon Afanasievich,
may he rest in peace, was an avid hunter.

And hunting is what killed him.

What happened?

A stray shot. An accidental casualty.
Homicide by negligence.

They say Yelagin's spirit
still can't find peace.

My God, again with the spirits.

And now another tragedy.

Yelagina is afraid that her son Aleksei
will be blamed for the murder.

Why, are there any grounds for it?

Why would he kill the poor man?

How is that even possible?

Yelagina thinks that her family
is haunted by ill fate.

I summon the spirit of the student.

Respond. Answer me.

I summon the spirit of the student.

Talk to me. Answer me. Come to me.

Answer me. Please talk to me.

He's not ready yet.

Uncle!

I can't sleep. Decided to pay you a visit.

So you're still trying to solve
the student's case?

He came to me this morning.
And later I found out about the murder.

But he came to me again.
In the woods, next to the bothy.

-Maybe I should tell Shtolman about it.
-Shtolman?

What's the point?
The spirit didn't tell me anything.

Maybe he gave you some kind of sign.

No. That's the point.

He just came,
looked at me and disappeared.

If the spirit won't contact you directly,
someone won't let him.

-Who?
-Another spirit. A stronger one.

Aleksei really did come
to see Gusyatnikov's son

the day before the murder.

They were supposed to hunt later.

In the evening, they partied,
shot their revolvers at some pots.

And in the morning of that day,
no one saw Aleksei Yelagin.

Gusyatnikov's son decided not to go
hunting after he had too much to drink.

-What do we know about the warden?
-Nothing.

No one's seen him and
no one knows where he is.

Is it far from the Yelagins'
to Gusyatnikov's estate?

-About 10 verst.
-Not that far on horseback.

-Yakov Platonovich.
-Good day, Anna Viktorovna.

Good day.
Have you found out who that student was?

Not yet. Why are you so interested in him?

I don't know myself. He's so young,
and he met such a terrible fate.

Why are you so sure he's the victim?
He came there planning something awful.

I think he's a victim. Innocent.

-Have you tried talking to him?
-I have. He won't come.

He won't come.

Yakov Platonovich, enough with the jokes.
This is a serious case.

Very much so, and if you'll allow me,
I shall continue working on it.

Good day.

My lady, a runner brought a note.

He's saying he was ordered to give
it to you right this second.

Why are you sneaking?

So I don't make any noise
and don't disturb people.

WAITING AT THE OLD PLACE. Y.

Tell them to ready a coach. I'm going
to Gusyatnikov's, to visit the son.

No driver, I'll drive it myself.

What are you standing around for?
Get to it!

Bad news from Daniel.

I don't like decoding your ciphers.

Give it to me plain.

The student was killed. We don't know
who did it. He didn't do the deed.

-What about Daniel?
-Daniel is cleaning up.

How did this happen?
Months of preparation.

Oh Daniel, Daniel...

We need to finish it. Damned Zatonsk!

Mr Morel, maybe you should lay low.
The coppers are hot on our tail.

Leave the jargon for the riffraff.

I'm just used to talking simply.

We should put the case
on hold for a while.

-They're pushing on us from all sides.
-Get out of here.

Come out, Yermolay.
What are you hiding in the bushes for?

There's no one else here, just me.

Well, hello, Sofia Nikolaevna.
Thank you for answering.

See, I got your note and
I came here right away.

Like back then.

-Why did you call me?
-The policemen are after me.

They'll find me.
Where did that student come from?

Alone, at night, in the woods.

It's like ghosts of the past
following me around.

What happened, happened.
It's no one's fault.

You can always find somebody to blame.

You should get away from the city.

And then, when everything's calmed down,
you can come back.

I don't have anywhere to go.
And I'm not a youngster to go on the lam.

They say they shot him with a revolver.

A revolver, they're saying.

Here. Take it.

I don't want any money.
If they catch me, so be it.

Where are you going to go now, Yermolay?

The forest is big. All right.

Goodbye, Sofia Nikolaevna.

Goodbye.

Looks like this one isn't
going to tell us anything.

Search everything here.

Come on, come on, come on.

Here you go. You cold? Let's go.

The flowers are for you.
All the flowers are for you.

Let's go. We're here.

One moment, hold this, please.

Tania, sweetheart, one moment, please.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Hello, gentlemen. How may I be of help?

Ilya Petrovich Uvakov.

Official for Special Missions
of the Investigative Department

of St Petersburg City Police.

Tania, wait for me. I won't be long.

How can I be of service to the police?

-Your name.
-Vladimir Yelagin. Why?

Have you known Mr Morel long?

Well... I wouldn't call it long.
A few months.

You visited him yesterday.
For what reason?

Mr Morel and I have certain
financial arrangements.

-Why, are you spying on me?
-Financial arrangements? What kind?

Let's say I took out a loan from him.

What do you mean? You don't know
what line of work Morel is in?

Well... He's a merchant.
And he lends money against collateral.

I shall not take up any more of your time.
Don't visit Morel anymore.

And do not leave St Petersburg.
This is an order.

You will be called in for questioning.

Madman! Why have you come?
We could be seen together!

I couldn't wait until the night.

I wanted to see you, even if it's
for a moment. I've missed you so.

What if someone tells
your mother about us?

We'll never see each other again.

I will talk to my mother, explain it.
She'll understand, you'll see.

Why haven't you talked to her yet?
Are you afraid of her?

They say she's got a harsh disposition.

I'm not afraid of anyone.
There just hasn't been an occasion.

While you wait for an occasion,
they'll marry me off.

-What do you mean?
-My father wrote me a letter.

He demands that I go back
to St Petersburg.

He says my future in-laws are coming.

I'm not letting anyone have you.
You hear me? You'll be mine.

That's if your mother permits it.

I will talk to my mother tomorrow,
explain everything to her.

And tonight,
I will be waiting in the bothy, as usual.

But... Someone was killed there.

They're saying it was near the bothy.

I'm not afraid of anybody.

Thank you for responding to my offer,
Viktor Ivanovich.

Always, Yakov Platonovich.
Well, then, how can I be of help?

Tell me what really happened
with Yelagin Sr that day.

I want to know the truth
from a firsthand account, so to speak.

The thing is, at that hunting trip,

Yelagin killed someone
in a freak accident.

An accidental shot.

Then he should have been tried.

Yes, but the case
did not make it to court.

They were able to settle it
with the victim's family.

They were paid a generous settlement
and they left right away.

Money solves a lot of problems.

I doubt the victim's family would be
any happier if Yelagin had been tried.

It wouldn't have brought the girl back,
and...

And Yelagin, apparently,
tried himself and...

and executed himself.

Did you say "girl"?

Yes. The daughter of a peasant
from the neighboring village.

12 years old.

I've lost my mind completely with you.
What is going to happen to us?

Soon we will be together and
we won't have to hide anymore.

I don't believe you, Aleksei.

Tomorrow I will talk to my mother.

And if I do not get her blessing,
I shall leave home.

Don't get up. I'll go see who it is.

Who's there?

No one. Must be seeing things.

You're not going anywhere.
You're like a serf to your mother.

I'm a free man. I'm my own master.
You'll see, we'll get married.

Unknown spirit who came
to me in the woods, come.

Unknown spirit who came
to me in the woods, come.

You did come to me once.

Who is that with the hood on?

-Good morning, sir.
-Morning.

Yakov Platonovich, I saw the killer.
He was wearing a hood...

-In your sleep, I presume.
-As you wish.

But I know how it happened. It was a duel.

The student shot first.
The killer returned fire.

Unfortunately, I could not see the face.

Someone woke you?

Enough with the jokes.
After all, that is not smart.

-I'm sorry, but you yourself...
-It was a duel.

Why won't you leave that "duel" alone?

Excuse me, sir.
Yakov Platonovich, it's urgent.

They found the warden,
your coach is waiting.

Excuse me.

He went out for ammunition in the morning.
And the store owner sent his son.

I ordered him yesterday, as soon as
the warden appeared, he was to do it quick.

I thought he was far away from here.
No one had seen him, heard of him.

The warden is careful, that is true.
But how could he live without ammunition?

So where is he now?

In the forest. Surrounded,
all that's left is to arrest him.

And again, he bought some ammunition.

Don't shoot! Get around him.

You two, go right.
Ulyashin, get him from the left.

Don't be a fool, Yermolay!

Drop the revolver.

I don't think so.

I won't miss. I have nothing to lose.

What now? What now, then?
You're not getting out of here.

We'll see about that.

Well, shoot, then.

But shoot true,
because I won't miss either.

FAMILY VALUES