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I must say, when you were scared,

for a moment it felt
like I saw the old Anna.

Forget about it.
It was a weak moment.

- You became strong.
- I had no choice.

Have you read my letter?

I have.

It came from my heart.

Yakov Platonovich, I don’t understand you.

You said you couldn’t say the words which,

in your opinion, I expected.

You didn’t let me finish.

I meant I could not say those words yet.
There are circumstances...

Yakov Platonovich,
I’ve heard this from you before.

This is history.

You’re right.
I’ve been absent for too long.

Answer one question. Just one.

Yes?

Were you in jail?

Yes.

Why? On what charges?

You said “one question,” Anna Viktorovna.

Believe me, I wouldn’t have answered it
for anyone else.

Is it because of the file
you left with me?

Is it still with you?

Of course.

I’ll return it to you, of course.

I’m begging you, don’t avoid me.

I need to see you,
look into your fathomless eyes,

talk to you about anything.

Let’s talk about the case.
Have you been at Kliuyev’s?

I met with him yesterday.
But you’re right.

I should talk to him again.

Let’s go together.

All right.

ALEKSANDRA NIKIFOROVA

DMITRIY FRID

SERGEY DRUZYAK

IRINA SIDOROVA
ANDREY RYKLIN

BORIS KHVOSHNIANSKY
ANDREY LUKYANOV

YULIYA TAKSHINA
MAKSIM RADUGIN

NIKOLAY DENISOV
YURI VNUKOV

WRITTEN BY ALEKSEY KOLMOGOROV

CHIEF WRITER - ANNA RULEVSKAYA

DIRECTED BY DENIS YELEONSKIY

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY -
ALEKSANDR ALIOSHNIKOV

MUSIC BY ANTON SILAYEV

PRODUCERS - NIKITA SHUMAKOV,
VITALIY BORDACHIOV

ANNA PAVLOVSKAYA,
PAVEL BABIN, VLAD RIASHIN

DETECTIVE ANNA
SEASON 2

EPISODE 4
THE GIRL IN WHITE

Remember the first time we were here
together, at Prince Razumovskiy’s?

Yes. You stole a cigar from his desk.

Have you found out who killed him?

Let’s discuss it later.

How long have you been working
for Mr. Kliuyev?

For about a month.

Had Anfisa been here longer than you?

Yes, much longer.
Since my master had moved in.

Was your master happy with her?

Yes, very happy.

He used to praise her
and tell me to follow her example.

He gave her presents, too.

- Presents?
- Clothes... Hats, gowns.

I didn’t see any new clothes
in her wardrobe.

I’m glad to see you both.
Anna Viktorovna, Yakov Platonovich.

You are much more welcoming today
than you were yesterday.

Please forgive me.
You caught me unprepared.

I didn’t realize how important
your visit was. Come in.

Mr. Shtolman, I’ve made some inquiries

and have learned many remarkable
things about you.

So I was eager to meet with you again.

Let bygones be bygones.

Anna Viktorovna,
I’m happy to see you in my new house.

Your mother invited me to dinner,
but you got ahead of her invitation.

Well, Mariya Timofeyevna’s invitation
is still standing.

Mr. Kliuyev, we’re here on business.

Yes? What can I do for you?

As you know,
I’m investigating the murder of your maid.

Can I ask what kind of clothes
did you give her?

The lackey spilled the beans.
When did he tell you?

So it’s true.

Of course. I’m not trying to hide it.
I didn’t think it was important.

- I bought her a few garments.
- Why?

Do you think it was inappropriate?

I am of the opinion that
nothing makes a girl as happy

as a new gown or a hat.

Anfisa was a good maid,
so I wanted to show my gratitude.

I didn’t see any new clothes in her room, though.

You see...
Her mother would sometimes come visit.

If she saw the new
clothes in her wardrobe,

she would get a wrong impression
about my relationship with her daughter.

That’s why Anfisa kept them
in another wardrobe.

Had she ever complained at her mother?

About her forcing her to do something,
oppressing her?

I think things were complicated
between them, but forcing her?

I don’t know anything about it.

Excuse me for my next question, but...

Where were you on the night
of the murder from 9 to 11 p.m.?

This is a reasonable question.

I was playing cards at the nobility
assembly from 6 p.m. till midnight.

Two dozen people can confirm it.
I can give you some names.

No need. I believe you.

Thank you.
Can I ask you a personal question?

I’m curious about your little secret.

Is it true that Anna Viktorovna
and you have solved many cases

and that your unusual gift
played a big role in it?

It’s only partly true.

The rumors of my gift
are immensely exaggerated.

Now Yakov Platonovich consults
with me on medical issues only.

Did Anfisa tell you about her suitors?

Adamov, Golubtsov?

No, never.

I suppose she had her secrets,
like anyone else.

Do you have them, too?

Come with me.

Careful.

You’re the first visitors
who will see my secret.

It’s a steam engine.
It produces electricity.

I’m going to electrify not only
my house but also the outbuildings

and later the peasants’ houses.

An English machine. Watt’s system.

No, Watt is outdated.
This is Parsons’s turbine.

I intend to implement
the most modern technologies,

build schools for peasant children.

This is amazing.

Here I have seeds for the future crops.
That is my chemistry laboratory.

You can take a look if you want.

Some other time.

It was nice to meet you,
in spite of the unpleasant occasion.

I’m sure you’ll find the killer.

Hello.

Good day.

Are you Vasilisa Kapitonovna?

Yes, and you are?

- You’re a laundress, aren’t you?
- Yes.

I was told you were doing
Mr. Kliuyev’s laundry, too.

I do, sir.

You must have known his maid Anfisa.

I did, God forgive her sins.

- What sins are you talking about?
- She had an evil eye.

What do you mean?

She looked where no human should.
What’s hidden has to stay hidden.

Vasilisa,
I don’t understand what you’re implying.

She was killed. What else can I say?

I’ve spent enough time in Europe
studying chemistry and mechanics,

and maybe this is a strange thought
for an educated man, but...

Europe is boring.

Boring?
What are the fun places, in your opinion?

I had a lot of fun in Rio, Cape Town,
and, strangely enough, Tibet.

Tibet? What’s so fun about it?

Besides, as far as I know, foreigners
are banned from it on pain of death.

How did you get there?

It’s a long story for some other time.

I saw a lot of interesting things
in Tibet,

but the things I heard about you,
Anna Viktorovna,

outshine any exotic miracle.

Andrey Petrovich, as I said,
it’s all exaggerated.

Besides, it’s history now.

But Mr. Rebushinsky says in his article...

It’s a lampoon, I assure you.

Our ladies’ journal will publish my answer
to this scribbler tomorrow.

Are you also a writer?
I’ll make sure I read your article.

A woman’s take on the world:
that’s what we all need today.

Thank you.

Tell us more about your travels.

All right.
A funny thing happened to me in Kongo...

This is interesting.

What do you make of Andrey Petrovich?

He’s well-educated, smart, a good company.

Well-to-do and single.

Mother. It’s been a while
since you last talked like that.

There weren’t anyone to talk about.
Do you like him?

Mother, please.

He’s obviously taken by you.

Mother, this is boring.

Miss, you have a visitor.

- Who?
- Anton Andreyevich.

God, not again.
Tell him Anna is already in bed.

No. He wouldn’t have come
without a good reason.

It must be important.

If you say so.

- Anton Andreyevich?
- Anna Viktorovna, I am so sorry.

Don’t apologize. What happened?
Will you come in?

No. I won’t stay long.

I talked to people
in Anfisa’s village today,

and many hinted at her weird habits.

Nobody would tell me
what exactly they mean,

but I can feel they are scared.

- I see.
- Yes.

That’s why I wanted to ask you...
Maybe you could ask her...

Anton, I understand. I’ll try.

Thank you.

I told fortunes for money.

It’s a silly trick, a deceit. A deceit.

My mother made me do it.

Were you doing it for her?

I wanted to quit,
but Mother wouldn’t let me.

It’s all because of the money.

Thank you.

Anton Andreyevich.
She made money as a fortune-teller.

Her mother made her do it.

- How did you find out so soon?
- Just now. Can you believe it?

Thank you so much.

Good night. You were a great help.

Anton Andreyevich,
and that poor man at the warehouse?

He drunk himself to death
trying to forget his troubles.

How weird. Who was it...

What?

Nothing. Good night, Anton Andreyevich.

Good night.

Viktor.

I need to talk to you.

- Right now?
- Yes. It’s about Anna.

All right. Let’s talk.

What do you think about Andrey Petrovich?

I don’t know him enough
to make an opinion.

I thought he was charming.

Besides, I noticed he is fond of Anna,
and Anna doesn’t seem to mind.

Masha. They are both grown-up,
modern people. They’ll sort it out.

Of course. I just don’t want
anything to stand in their way.

- Who would try to stand in their way?
- I can’t believe you, Viktor.

- Shtolman?
- Yes, Shtolman.

Anna refused to go to Paris
because of him.

You have to meet with him
and talk to him man to man.

What about?

Find out his intentions towards Anna,
and if he has none,

demand that he left her alone
and never sought to see her again.

Is that clear?

Hello. Are you open?

Good day. Welcome. What can I do for you?

No, thank you, I just want to take a look.

Of course. Come in.

You’ve opened not long ago, haven’t you?

Yes. A week ago.

Oh, Kipling. The Jungle Book.

I’d love to read this.

It’s a novelty.
It has just arrived from London.

I’ll take it.

Dr. Milts studied Adamov’s revolver.
It has been fired recently.

Still, I’m inclined to believe
it was Fedor Golubtsov.

- It makes sense. A passion crime.
- Why not Adamov, though?

Why would he?
He was going to marry Anfisa.

He could have changed his mind.

Even if he had, why kill her?

What if she was carrying his child?

That’s interesting.

Imagine the scandal.
The parents would be mortified.

She or her mother
could start blackmailing him.

I see your point.

Adamov promised to marry her,
asked her on a date and killed her.

We can’t rule it out, of course.

Besides, do you know
what I have found out yesterday?

What? No.

Anfisa was making money
as a fortune-teller.

Many people disliked her because of this.

Other people do it, too.
I don’t see what’s so special about it.

Yes.

You’re right, though.
We need to talk to her mother about it.

You do that, and I’ll go to Tregubov.

Can I ask you what your plan is?

I want to persuade him to cancel
your erroneous decision.

- You’re not from around here, are you?
- St. Petersburg.

Polina Anikeyeva.

It’s actually Pelageya, but Polina
sounds better for a fashionable bookstore.

I’m Anna Mironova.

I hope your bookstore
will actually become fashionable soon.

Thank you. Are you a nurse?

Yes. I work at the nearby hospital.

Do you have medical atlases?

No. But I can order some.

It would be very nice.
I’ll tell Dr. Milts.

Thank you. Come back soon.

I think I’ll become a patron.
Thank you. Have a good day.

You want to dig her out of the grave?

I insist, Nikolay Vasilyevich.
This is absolutely necessary.

We can’t charge anyone

unless we are sure that Miss Luzhina
was shot from Mr. Adamov’s revolver.

To establish that, we need to autopsy
the body and extract the bullet.

You’re putting me in an awkward position.

I granted the victim’s fellow
villagers their wish, and what now?

Can you imagine how they’ll react?

Trust me, and I’ll try to explain
to them that this is necessary.

Maybe we could...
dig out the coffin at night

and return it to the cemetery by morning?

Dr. Mils will need more time
to do all the tests.

We can’t hide the fact
that we’re exhuming the body.

You’re killing me.

In this case, you must find the culprit.

Otherwise, we can’t avoid the unrest.

Do you realize this?

Of course.

What is this mess?

Clean it up immediately!
This is a police station.

What are you doing, bastards?
What’s going on?

Step back! This is forbidden.
The investigation is underway.

What investigation, you tyrants?
You aren’t Christians!

Let me pass. I’ll talk to you.

Stop! Come to your senses!
God will punish you.

I regret the need to disturb
your daughter’s remains,

but we must do it.

Don’t you want us to find the killer?

You devils!

First you wanted to cut her up,
and now you dig her out of the grave!

I won’t allow it! Goddamn you!

Take her to the station.
She won’t leave us in peace here.

- You can talk to her there.
- Yes.

Come with me, my dear.
Come on, come on.

Let’s go to the station and talk.

Why would I go?

Mrs. Mironova.

Mr. Rebushinsky.

So, I am an insolent scribbler,
the gatherer of lowly rumors,

a doubting Judas?

You deserve each
and every one of these names.

Doubting Judas? Seriously?
How did your editor let it pass?

Besides, a comma is missing here.

- Where?
- Here, see? Outrageous.

Mariya Timofeyevna,
you must come work for me.

- What?
- Yes.

We’ll give you a column
in "Zatonsk Telegraph".

You have talent. How can you do this? God.

But I would contradict you,
disprove your words!

- Fling mud at me.
- Exactly.

That’s what I need.
Imagine how the sales will grow!

Mariya Timofeyevna,
promise me you’ll think about my offer.

All right. I will.

I hope the papers haven’t grown dump.

I’d rather the mold had destroyed them.

You have saved many lives, Anna.
I’m sorry I can’t tell you more.

I’m sick of your secrets.

What was, what is, what will be,

and what’ll bring you peace.

Tell me, Yefrosinya,
how do you make your living?

I have a cow and a vegetable garden.

My daughter helped me.
She worked as a maid.

Her master was a nice, kind man.
The pay was generous.

She had only worked there for two months.
And before that?

By your silence you enable the crime.

Your neighbors say you
were always doing well.

- Where did you get the money?
- We didn’t have much.

We could barely make ends meet,
like anyone else.

Don’t be obstinate, Yefrosinya.

This man says Anfisa
gave him a wrong prediction.

He wants his money back.

Who is he?

He’s a liar.
Her predictions always came true.

She told the Petrovs they’d have a son,
and they did.

Right after they had a daughter.

She told Nastia she’d meet her true love.

Her parents forced her to marry this man,
but she fell in love with him later.

She told Potap the groom
that he’d go on a long journey.

- He died!
- See? A long journey.

I see.

Sooner or later, one way or another...

Nice trick. That’s smart.

Yakov Platonovich,
I’m so glad I found you here.

- Good day, doctor.
- Hello.

Have you found something?

Here. Take a look.

- Silver?
- Yes.

The murderer believed
he was saving Anfisa from the evil.

You know: vampires, werewolves, witches.

You probably heard
about these superstitions.

One doesn’t need a silver bullet
for a crime of passion.

A regular one would do.

This one could be made at a smithy.

Or a jeweler’s shop.

Remember you asked me
whether Anfisa was pregnant?

- Yes.
- Well, she wasn’t.

Thank you, Aleksandr Frantsevich.
At least one motive can be ruled out.

Come on!

You muff!

Is this the house of Kukushkin,
the blacksmith?

Yes, it is. Come on!

SMITHY

What can I do for you, sir?

- Good day to you.
- Same to you.

- Are you Stepan Kukushkin?
- Yes.

The blacksmith?

I’m selling the smithy.
No more work for me.

Everybody goes to the city.

They say the smithies
there are more modern,

and the blacksmiths better.

I see. Where is your smithy?
Let’s take a look.

Look. The lock was broken.

It must be thieves.
No, nothing seems to be taken.

The tools are all here...

but they aren’t where I left them.

Someone had lighted the furnace, too.

Someone apart from you?

I haven’t been here for a couple weeks.

Do you work with silver?

Silver?

A piece of a spoon, fork, or knife.
A simple set.

I’ve never had any silver.

Andrey Petrovich,
why burn the new clothes?

Better give them to me.
I’ll give them away.

It’s a bad omen to give away
a dead person’s belongings.

Who is it?

Mr. Shtolman?

Open up. I need to talk to you.

It’s me, Mironov.

I’m glad to see you, Viktor Ivanovich.

Alas, Mr. Shtolman.
I can’t reciprocate the feeling.

I’d prefer not to see you
if not for my father’s duty.

I’m listening.

I have to ask you a straight question.

What are your intentions
toward my daughter?

Viktor Ivanovich,
you know how deeply I respect...

This is just talk, my dear sir.

Do you intend to ask
for your hand in marriage?

- Believe me, I’d be honored, but--
- Enough

I’ve heard enough.

You don’t need to continue, Mr. Shtolman.

In this case,
I order you to stay away from my daughter.

With all due respect, Viktor Ivanovich,
you can’t give me orders.

Listen, don’t you realize your presence
is making her life miserable?

Stands in the way of her happiness?

I believe Anna Viktorovna
can refuse to see me again

if she believes it necessary.

I’ve made my point,

and I believe you’ll do the right thing

if you have an ounce of honor left in you.

I dare to expect our conversation
to stay secret.

You have my promise.

Goodbye.

It’s the last one.

Thank you. Put it here.

Who are you... little one?

He drowned. We missed it.

Did Anfisa predict it?

She said water would carry
away all sorrows.

The bullet was made at Kukushkin’s smithy.

Someone had broken the door.

I found signs of someone
working with silver

and the leftovers of silver cutlery.

Really?

The jeweler told me the bullet
was made of table silver.

How many houses will we have to search?
The idea scares me.

The killer had to have access
to the revolver.

So it’s either the Golubtsovs
or the Adamovs.

But why would they use a silver bullet?

Here, gentlemen.

Crawfish.

Thank you. Anton Andreyevich, go ahead.

All right. So...

Gentlemen,
due to a surprising turn of events,

we were lucky to see you again
in this town, Yakov Platonovich.

Do you know what I feel?

What?

I feel we’re on the brink
of some important

and, I’m not afraid to say,
fateful events.

Yes. Something is going to happen.

What?

I don’t know. I hope it will be good.

Yakov Platonovich, cheers!

Cheers, Yakov Platonovich.

Thank you, Anton Andreyevich.

Can you explain what kind
of events you’re expecting?

How would I know? May justice prevail!

Everything will be all right, God willing.

Still, Yakov Platonovich,

how do you picture
your future in this town?

Yes.

Well, the same as I always did: working.

I understand that.

But, apart from your work,
are you going to start a family?

Settle down, so to say.

Settle down?

I don’t think
I can combine work and family.

At least, it never worked for me before.

I understand that.

Look! The fork came from this place.

Let me see.

Yes! So it’s a Golubtsov.

We only need to find out
whether it was the father or the son.

Can I ask you where you got this cutlery?
It’s so nice.

There isn’t another set
like this in Zatonsk.

I had them sent from St. Petersburg.

Now, tell me, did you really believe
Anfisa was bewitching the men?

Maybe you thought she had
literally put a spell on your son.

What makes you think that?

You said something along
these lines when we first talked.

Do you recognize this?

Anfisa was killed with a silver bullet
made out of your fork.

What have I done to deserve it?
Anyone could have stolen it.

We always have a couple missing
after a banquet.

Good thing we can order a replacement.

You need time to forge a bullet, too.
You had enough time.

You told me Mr. Adamov left the revolver
at your restaurant a week ago,

and you only returned it
a couple days back.

Any other drowned children?

No, as far as I can see.

Only the Solovukhins
met with this misfortune.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Where is Anton Andreyevich?

Everybody is having dinner
at Holubtsov’s restaurant.

Thank you.

- I had no idea it had been here all week.
- Of course.

- A waiter found it and forgot to tell.
- Where is this waiter?

Get Solovukhin here immediately.

Where is he? Where is Piotr Filippovich?

He took the rest of the day off.
He is poorly.

He had just left.

Gentlemen, what’s going on?

Nikolay Vasilyevich, we need to go
to this... what did you say his name was?

- Piotr Filippovich.
- Piotr Filippovich.

Can’t it wait till tomorrow?

- Where does he live?
- Where does he live?

Let’s have a drink.

Police! Open up.

Police!

Anna Viktorovna? What are you...

Come in. He isn’t dangerous.

Come in.

- What happened?
- A heart attack.

Should we send for Dr. Mils?

He won’t make it in time.

Piotr Solovukhin,
you killed Anfisa Luzhina!

Confess to it.

My wife went to Anfisa six months ago.

We were poor and barely
could make the ends meet.

So she went to find out about the future.

Anfisa said everything
was going to be all right.

She said...

“Water will carry away all your troubles.”

A month later, Aliosha drowned.

My wife couldn’t bear her grief
and soon died, too.

And you think it was Anfisa’s fault.

- Whose else?
- Easy, easy.

- She predicted it.
- Easy.

So you decided to deliver
the town from the witch.

I read in this mystic book
that only silver could kill a witch.

I was waiting for my chance,

and when Adamov’s son left the revolver

I knew that was it.

I went to the abandoned smithy...

How did you know Anfisa would
be in the park that night?

Fedor Golubtsov spilled the beans.

Vladimir Adamov boasted to him

about going to elope with Anfisa

in spite of their parents’ objections.

I had been waiting for her to come out...

And then you shot her
and gave the gun back to Golubtsov

to set him up.

No. I didn’t need another sin on my soul.

I was going to tell on him today,
but my conscience wouldn’t let me.

I thought you wouldn’t arrest anyone.

Many people wanted her dead.

You shouldn’t blame Anfisa
for your son’s death.

Her fortune-telling was just pretend.

You’re lying! She was a witch!

- Don’t!
- Witch!

- Don’t!
- I killed her! I did!

Goddamn her! I killed her!

Easy. Don’t do this! You’ll harm yourself!

She won’t harm anyone now.

Aliosha?

Son...

I’m... coming.

This is all so... stupid.

A ridiculous case.
Did Anfisa give you a hint?

No. His son.

The drowned boy?

Yes. At least they are together now.

Are you all right?

I will be.

How long have you had this cough?
Have you seen a doctor?

You’re worried for me.
It means not everything is lost.

Anna Viktorovna. You’re still here!
Do you need a ride?

Of course, Anton. Let’s go.

- Cab!
- Goodbye.

To the Mironovs’ house.

You keep me waiting, ma’am.

I had to go through back alleys.
Excuse me.

I hope nobody saw you.

THE GIRL IN WHITE