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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
AND YEKATERINA PACHIKOVA

CHIEF WRITER - ANNA RULEVSKAYA

DIRECTED BY ANARIO MAMEDOV

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY -
ALEKSANDR ALIOSHNIKOV

MUSIC BY ANTON SILAYEV

PRODUCERS - NIKITA SHUMAKOV,
VITALIY BORDACHIOV

ANNA PAVLOVSKAYA, PAVEL BABIN, VLAD RIASHIN

DETECTIVE ANNA
SEASON 2

You will have to come with us, too.

EPISODE 12
THE GYPSY BEAUTY

What for?

You found traces of the crime

in the steward’s outbuilding.

No! Kirill, my son!

It can’t be true! No!

Mother, don’t cry.

Makarov got what he deserved anyway.

Stop!

No!

Sergey!
Do something, don’t just stand here.

My son, a killer?

Anna!

Please summon his spirit!

- Makarov’s?
- Yes! Let him say it!

Let him say that Kirill didn’t kill him!

Zhenia, that’s enough.

Zhenia, let’s go inside. Enough.

Yevgeniya, I’ll help you.

Anna Viktorovna.

I need to talk to you in private.

What do you have?

Nothing.

The current could have dragged it downstream.

Go on. We have orders to find it.

Anna, please go home immediately.

This is the second murder in two days.

You have arrested the killer.

Makarov’s killer but not his wife’s.

Go home.

I saw her.

And?

Looks like she and the lieutenant
were actually in love,

but she was very much against him
trying to avenge her.

Are you going home?

You saw how upset Mrs. Filimonova is.

I promised to try to help her.

Be careful, then.

If the spirit you summon
tells you something interesting...

I’ll send you a note.

Goodbye, Anna Viktorovna.

Goodbye, Yakov Platonovich.

Don’t go out alone.

Hello.

As the chairwoman of the city committee
of free women,

I’d like to express our admiration.

What committee?

We, women,
stand against the male oppression.

We’ve been held in a house help’s position
for centuries.

Excuse me,
I’m looking for house help right now.

We’ll teach your husband to do house work.

I admire your talent.

I look forward for each new column.

I read and reread them.

I’ll help you create a literary salon.

You’ll read your prose,
and I recite my poetry.

Do you write poetry?

Do you want to hear it?

My husband, goddamn him,

made me suffer so much

that I almost killed myself.

My God!

You should put it in your book.

Hello.

Are you a writer, too?

No, ma’am.

I’m looking for a maid’s job.

Lukerya said you were looking for one.

She works for the Litvinovs.

Do you have experience?

Yes, yes, ten years.

Are there other candidates?

About a dozen.

Could you...

Make them leave, ma’am?

If you want me to.

Get out of here!

- Excuse me, I wanted to...
- Do you need a separate invitation?

They are gone, ma’am.

Thank you.

- When can you start?
- Right now.

So do it.

Can I have a go?

No.

You’re a good shot.

My father taught me.

Show me the gun.

No hands.

I’ll be damned!

That’s the Smith & Wesson!

What do you mean, “the”?

What do you know?

When was the last time
you saw Mr. Filimonov?

Last night. He was very upset.

Upset? Why is that?

Well,
Kirill had an affair with the late lady.

She liked him because of his money,
of course.

I know greedy women like her!
Phooey on them!

God forgive me.

So she liked money.

Do you think

she had married Aleksey Petrovich
for love?

His salary, the house...

And then she set her sights
on the young master.

All right.

Tell me what happened this morning.

I went to check on Aleksey Petrovich.

The door was open.

I went in.

There was blood on the floor.

I went to the master,
and he sent for the police.

All right.

Go back to the estate and don’t leave it.

Yes, your nobleness.

Anna Viktorovna, I’m begging you,
please do your best.

Yevgeniya, please.

I need silence.

Yes, of course.

Aleksey Makarov’s spirit, reveal yourself!

Aleksey Makarov’s spirit, reveal yourself!

Aleksey...

How much longer?

He’s here,

but it’s not Makarov.

Who, then?

A woman.

A Gypsy.

She’s looking at you strangely...

as if she were angry.

A Gypsy? Nadia?

No.

She’s much older.

Nonsense!

I allowed myself to hope
in my moment of weakness,

but now I can see you’re an imposter.

- What?
- Goodbye, Miss.

Who are you?

Do you know who killed Makarov?

Where is his body?

- Or is he alive?
- Alive...

Kirill Filimonov was arrested.

I don’t believe it.
He couldn’t have done it.

Couldn’t have done it...

Tell me who killed Nadia.

Who, if not her husband?

Not her husband...

I don’t understand.

You dance like Nadia.

You’re her mother!

Mother...

Why don’t you want to help another mother,

Mrs. Filimonova?

Have you recalled anything
about last night?

I remember...

sitting in the gazebo

drinking till midnight, and then...

Judging by the blood stains
on your clothes,

you found Mr. Makarov and hacked him up.

But I’m more interested in finding out
where you hid the body.

I don’t remember anything.

Why are you so sure
he had killed his wife?

Nadia loved me, not him.

We were having an affair.

We were going to move to Moscow
and live together.

You think Mr. Makarov had found out
about your plan?

I don’t know. I don’t care.

When did you come back to Zatonsk?

Just before the murder.

We were supposed to meet at the hotel.

I was waiting for he, but she never came.

Then...

I found out.

So you were in the city

when your beloved was killed.

Do you think I killed her?

All evidence and witness accounts
are against you.

You’ve sealed your own fate.

Be strong, sir.

Take him away.

If I did kill Makarov,

I don’t regret it.

Sir, if someone had taken away your woman,

wouldn’t you want revenge?

Wouldn’t you rather go to jail

knowing you’ve done your duty?

You’re here, my dear Pierre!

I’ve been looking for you everywhere.

How could...

How could I be so blind?

You had bewitched me! I...

I almost fell in love with you.

What do you mean?

Ariadna,

have these pretty eyes,

this tender smile

been hiding...

horrible vice?

Is it true?

I think I understand.

You think I’m a fallen woman now?

Only because

I gave up in the face of your passion?

This is low, sir. Very low.

Frailty, thy name is woman!

- Piotr Ivanovich.
- Annett!

What happened?
Your lady friend ran out almost in tears.

Annette.

I think I’m in a... delicate situation.

Do you have real feelings for her?

I understand now.

You got scared.

Scared of your feelings.

You felt something real for her,

but decided it will be better
to turn her away, to hurt her.

- Men often do this.
- Annett.

I found them in Ariadna’s room.

Late Nadia’s earrings.

You think she could have done it?

I don’t know.

If it was her,
it means she had done it twice.

Uncle, excuse me, but we need to...

tell the police right now.

No, please don’t.

Someone might have planted the earrings.

We can’t rule it out.

Anyway, I can’t bear the thought

that this tender creature
could be involved

in a double murder.

You’re wasting your time.

I won’t tell you anything.

Your father is missing, probably dead.

The body hasn’t been found yet,
but it’s a matter of time.

You can’t harm him anymore,

but you can help.

Help us find out what happened on
that unfortunate night.

We need it for the court

to have a comprehensive picture.

Without it, I’m afraid the killer

might try to get away with it.

Do you understand?

What...

What do you need me to do?

Tell me
how and where you found the revolver.

I wanted to watch the fireworks,

but my father punished me.

I was in my room,

and I couldn’t see anything from there.

So I decided to sneak down

while nobody was there.

Nadia!

Help!

Help!

She was torturing my father.

She didn’t love him,

cheated on him with Kirill.

Daddy...

He was suffering. A lot.

I hated her!

I wanted her to die.

Father shot her
because he couldn’t stand it anymore.

Why did you take the revolver?

I thought it would be hard to prove

if they don’t find it.

Did you take...

the earrings?

What earrings?

She was wearing expensive earrings,
your father’s present.

No. I didn’t see them.

I didn’t take them.

Who did it, then?

I don’t know.

I’ve told you everything.

Yakov Platonovich,
I think the picture is clear now.

Makarov found out his wife
was going to leave him

and did Karandyshev.

- What?
- “Let no one have you, then!”.

- The Ostrovsky play?
- Yes.

I don’t understand
why he didn’t get rid of the body

and called for help immediately
after the murder.

Did you see him crying on the scene?

I think he saw what he had done

and regretted it immediately.

Makarov doesn’t look like a killer.

He’s rather a grief-stricken husband,
like Othello.

- Shakespeare?
- Yes.

If Kolia isn’t lying to us.

No. Looks like he’s telling the truth.

This fully confirms my hypothesis.

Makarov wasn’t trying to get rid
of the murder weapon.

He just left the revolver
lying on the floor.

It’s one thing to imagine a murder
and yet another to actually commit it.

Look at lieutenant Filimonov, for one.

I’m sure
he would never have killed Makarov

if he were sober.

The body hasn’t been found, though,
as well as his dead wife’s earrings.

Yes.

Good evening. Or should I say good night?

I’m sorry, I was hold up at the precinct.

I don’t understand.
Why did you need to see me so urgently?

Something has occurred to me.

I don’t question your words,

but don’t you think we have been fooled?

You mean...

Maybe while we’re sitting here in Zatonsk,

the apocalypse is going to happen
in a different place.

It has been three months.

He said in no uncertain terms

that he was going to Zatonsk
for someone you know.

What does he need her for?

I don’t know.

I’ll wait for another couple of hours
and inform the secret police

that we might be searching a dark room

for a black cat that’s not there.

Confucius?

Be careful. Maybe that’s what he wants?

Confucius?

For you to believe
that he isn’t here and leave.

Who’s there?

It’s me, Pierre.

My darling Pierre,
I’m so happy you’re here.

So happy!

I was so wrong! I’m sorry.

You need to explain it to me.

You have to.

Later.

I missed you too much.

Later.

I want to know the whole truth about...

These are the clothes, the food...

- Take the money.
- Who’s here?

Mr. Makarov, is that you?

Stop! Stop!

Catch him!

Help!

Annett!

I love you, Uncle,

for your ability to be in the right place
at the right time.

I’m so glad to see you, Mr. Makarov!

Yakov Platonovich!

Yakov Platonovich.

I’ve been looking for you.

A message for you from the Filimonovs.

Thank you.

MAKAROV WAS ARRESTED.
HE HAS HURT HIS LEG RUNNING AWAY. ANNA

Send the valet in.

I didn’t expect to see you alive,

but you were magically resurrected.

Care to explain
this mysterious development?

He’s alive! Nobody killed him!

You have to release my son.

Calm down, ma’am.
Your son will come home soon.

Meanwhile, you have to excuse me.
I need to question Makarov.

Excuse me.

Yes.

Why have you staged your death?

What was I supposed to do?

Everything was against me.

Would you believe me

if I told you I hadn’t killed Nadia?

Did you think your son had killed her?

Kolia has nothing to do with it.

Why did you report him missing
only the next day, then?

Let’s make a deal.

I confess, and you leave my son alone.

Mr. Makarov, your son didn’t kill Nadia.

Who did, then?

Here, your nobleness.
Just as you supposed.

He was feigning sickness.

We found torn trousers covered in leaves
and blood in the tallboy.

Yegor? But why?

It was his idea.

He said we should pretend I was killed.

No one can blame a dead man.

So it was you! It’s all because of you!

I smeared pig blood on the floor

and didn’t take anything with me.

I thought I’d come for it later.

Well, I did, as you can see.

Did you stain Kirill’s clothes with blood

while he was asleep?

Did you plant the knife, too?

Yes.

But it was Aleksey Petrovich’s idea,

to set up the young master.

Because I hate him!

He had seduced my Nadia.

I remember you were harassing her,

too, my friend.

She complained to me
about it five months ago.

Complained to you!

She didn’t complain at the young master.

- You!
- Sergey Yevgrafovich, don’t!

Don’t. He’ll get what he deserves.

I will.

All because of you, you fool!

I told you not to come back.

Now we’ll clank our shackles together.

Take these two away.

What about my son?

When are you letting my son go?

I’ll arrange it
as soon as I’m at the precinct.

Mr. Shtolman,

Mr. Korobeynikov,

do us a pleasure
of having breakfast with us.

My son was exonerated from blame.

I’m so happy!

Please don’t say no.

We didn’t do it alone.
You have to thank Anna Viktorovna.

She’ll join us, too, of course. Well?

Gladly.

They say a hungry wolf is stronger
than a well-fed dog,

but you know, Yakov Platonovich,

with these case I haven’t slept
and have barely eaten for three days.

Send a note with a policeman
to release the lieutenant.

- Will do.
- Thank you for the invitation.

Bring in champagne!

I’ll go to town, too.
I want to bring my son home.

Wait for us, please.
We’ll join you for breakfast.

Excuse me.

- Anna Viktorovna.
- Yes, please.

I know what you’re hiding in your boudoir.

What are you talking about?

I strongly advise that you confessed.

I can’t start to tell you how grateful

I am to dear Anna Viktorovna.

Can I ask you

what prompted you to go

to the woods at night?

Was that a spirit?

You’re right.
It was the spirit of Rada, Nadia’s mother.

Rada?

Are you sure it was her?

Yes. I knew at once they were mother
and daughter.

They look very much alike.

Yes, yes! Rada! Rada!

She woke you up
and called you to the woods.

Unbelievable!

She came from the dead to save my son.

And I couldn’t keep her daughter safe.

Sergey Yevgrafovich, it wasn’t your fault.

No. It was.

My wife is right:
I can’t see what’s right in front of me.

How could I have failed to notice

that Kirill was having an affair
with Nadia?

But if it wasn’t Makarov who killed her,

who was it?

Ariadna, I can’t carry this burden
on my soul anymore.

I’m sorry.

Yakov Platonovich,

I found the victim’s earrings

in Ariadna’s room, in a powder box.

Pierre!

Pierre. How could you?

You have planted them!

Second floor, third door to the left.

I found the earrings yesterday’s morning

and didn’t tell anyone.

I suppose they are still there.

Is it true?

Did you kill Mrs. Makarova?

Yakov Platonovich!

No! No...

I didn’t kill anyone!

I only took the earrings.

She was dead and didn’t need them anyway.

So you were in the outbuilding last night.

Why didn’t you say anything?

When was it?

During the fireworks.

I was passing by and saw her on the floor.

I came in. She was dying.

I couldn’t have saved her.
I admit it, I succumbed to the temptation.

The earrings were so pretty!

Why did you go there anyway?

Because my cousin is a kleptomaniac,
Mr. Shtolman.

Zhenia.

Regretfully, it’s true.

Many of my friends complained to me

that small valuable objects
would go missing after our visits.

So I stopped taking her on visits with me.

My cufflinks.

I didn’t steal anything from you!

That’s true.

You have some moral principles left.

I’m sorry, gentlemen.

I apologize.

I only steal from those who have plenty.

They could afford losing these trinkets.

Ariadna,

I’ll ask you to leave my house at once.

No, Serge, this isn’t enough.

I demand that you arrest her.

Let her answer for what she’s done.

This isn’t true! I never killed anyone.

This is a lie, gentlemen!

I never killed anyone!

It’s a lie.

I never killed anyone!

I never killed anyone!

You couldn’t have done it. I believe you.

Thank you, dear Pierre.

Gentlemens.

Yevgeniya Arnoldovna.

Sergey Yevgrafovich.

I suppose Ariadna
has been punished enough for her sin.

There is no evidence

that she was involved
in Mrs. Makarova’s death.

I’m sorry, Piotr Ivanovich,

but I can’t just drop this case.

If Ariadna was in the outbuilding
that night,

it means she’s a suspect
and needs to prove her innocence.

But I’ve told you all I know.

I’m asking you to repeat it to me
in detail.

All right, I’ll tell you.

You said you had entered
the outbuilding through the back door,

and the revolver was still smoking.

The killer couldn’t have gone too far.

Did you see him?

No, I...

didn’t see anyone.

Am I to think you’re the one

who killed Mrs. Makarova?

Mr. Shtolman.

What’s the punishment

for this crime?

It’s for the court to decide,

but I think it’s at least ten years.

Help me, Pierre!

Give me an advice.

I...

I’m desperate!

I have no choice.

God, I should have figured it out.

I thought

it was Rada’s spirit playing with me.

She was answering my questions.

Anna Viktorovna, is it the right time

for your bogus stories?

Piotr Ivanovich,

remember I told you about the echo?

Yes, I remember.
She was repeating your last words. Yes.

Rada was answering my questions.

I heard,

“not her husband”

and then “mother.”

Kirill couldn’t have killed Nadia.

His mother, though...

That’s enough!

"La comedia finita."

I killed the Gypsy.

Mother? How could you? Why?

I did it for you.

You were protecting your sister,

weren’t you?

Yes.

I...

I remember that I saw a flash

of a gown in the hallway

when I had entered the outbuilding.

I realized only today

that Zhenia was wearing one like that.

I saw her in her bedroom window.

I didn’t think she could be downstairs.

That’s what I was counting on:

that nobody would notice my absence
in the window.

You’re a doormat, a ninny, a loser!

How could you?

You took from me what I loved the most!

I had to save you from that woman.

You were delirious.
You wouldn’t listen to anyone.

Now I understand why her spirit
wouldn’t tell the killer’s name.

She was protecting me.

She was your sister.

Nothing could happen between you.

You knew it?

You knew Nadia...

was my daughter?

Yes, Serge, I knew everything.

I begged her not to break up

our marriage 20 years ago.

She told me she was pregnant.

When you brought Nadia here,

I realized at once she was your daughter.

I put up with her presence here,

but I couldn’t allow
this incestuous affair.

Well, gentlemen,

shackle me,

or whatever you call it.

Piotr Ivanovich.

You have forgotten something.

Today I realized

how little I know about human nature.

This woman steals
without slightest remorse,

but she couldn’t send her sister to jail,

even though the latter demanded

this punishment for herself.

As some Frenchman said,

“I’m a bad man, but I’m not a killer.”

I think your uncle is quite taken by her.

Alas, none of Piotr Ivanovich’s
infatuations last long.

I hope now you’ll finally go home.

Yakov Platonovich, why do I feel...

What?

Like you’re too protective.

Yesterday lieutenant Filimonov asked me

whether I would take revenge on a man

who takes my beloved’s life.

What did you tell him?

I know I wouldn’t hesitate
if it were about you.

THE GYPSY BEAUTY