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The process is entirely autonomous.

It’s 20 times faster

and uses two employees instead of 12.

Bravo, Ignatiy Petrovich.

I’ve always said
we shouldn’t ignore Western novelties.

Always.

It’s late.

I shouldn’t inconvenience you.

My dear,
you are always welcome in my house.

Tell me what happened the other day.

I have no idea.

I came back from Tver,

and there was a hole
in my bedroom ceiling,

and the 70-pound brass chandelier

was on my bed.

- How horrible!
- I didn’t even enter the room.

What if the ceiling collapsed?

God saved you, Ignatiy Petrovich.

- For me to marry Marfa Borisovna.
- Of course.

Isn’t it my main goal?

Ignatiy Petrovich.

Thank God you came.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Ignatiy Petrovich, could you explain

this German grain dressing technology?

You’re going to buy it, right?

Papa, you’re monopolizing
Ignatiy Petrovich’s attention.

We have all our life ahead of us, Marfa.

This is an amazing technology,

Boris Pavlovich,
which is unknown in Russia.

It brings 500 rubles
to every 100 invested.

This is what I call an enterprising man.

Boris Pavlovich,
what about St. Petersburg?

You promised to introduce me to members
of the nobility assembly.

Of course.

Ignatiy Petrovich. We’ll do that.

It’s late. I’m going to bed.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Good night, baby.

I’d like to go to my room, too.

Of course, Ignatiy Petrovich.

Your room is upstairs to the right.

The bed is made.

Thank you.

Masha, what’s wrong?

Nothing. I’m so happy.

Has the Lord finally heard us?

Yes, Masha, yes.

Our daughter is getting married.

Masha, what’s this?

Another present from Marfa’s suitor,

Mr. Rysakov.

Remember him?

Yes.

He is as ridiculous

as his gifts.

We need to make this young man understand

our daughter isn’t for him.

Yes, it’s time.

ALEKSANDRA NIKIFOROVA

DMITRIY FRID

SERGEY DRUZYAK

IRINA SIDOROVA ANDREY RYKLIN

BORIS KHVOSHNIANSKY ANDREY LUKYANOV

YULIYA TAKSHINA MAKSIM RADUGIN

NIKOLAY DENISOV YURI VNUKOV

WRITTEN BY KAREN GAZARIAN

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

EPISODE 13
THE MESALLIANCE

Sir! Ignatiy Petrovich!

Polina, hello.

Hello, Anna.

I’m glad to see you.
What can I do for you?

Have you ever heard about Freud?

A doctor from Vienna

who applies hypnosis
to treat his patients.

In Vienna? No, I haven’t heard of him.

Are you interested in hypnosis?

For medical purposes.

I used to be interested in hypnosis.

Just as a pastime.

Do you want me to show you how it works?

- Of course.
- Sit down.

Look at my pendant.

Your hands and feet are getting warmer.

Your body relaxes,

your eyes are closing.

You are falling asleep.

Hello, ladies.

Hello, Aleksey Yegorovich.

Polina, darling,
do you have the new issue of "The Star?"

I’m waiting for the new Conan Doyle.

Yes, of course.

Aleksey, is Sherlock Holmes your new idol?

You shouldn’t laugh, Anna Viktorovna.

What about exercising your mind,

the need to think logically?

Here.

- I’ve received it yesterday.
- Thank you.

Aleksey Yegorovich.

- I’ve been looking for you everywhere.
- What?

Merchant Bryzgalov was killed last night
at the Muromovs’ house.

A murder?

That’s Konan Doyle for you.

At the Muromovs?

It must be Martha’s fiance.

I gave her English lessons
when she was still in school.

I need to go there immediately.
I’m sorry, Polina.

- Of course. Goodbye.
- I’m sorry.

Hello, doctor.

Hello, gentlemen.

What do we have here?

The victim was strangled,

probably by some kind of rope or string.

Definitely not with bare hands,
judging by the ligature mark.

Death occurred, I presume,

between 3 and 4 a.m.

I’ll tell you more after the autopsy.

Did you open the window?

Anton Andreyevich,
you have known me for a while.

I never touch anything
before the police arrives.

So the killer could have left
in any way he wanted.

This engraving is very distinct.

- Interesting.
- Wait.

His buttons are absolutely different,
and they are all intact.

Boris Pavlovich, Mariya Yevmentyevna,

I have just found out.
This is so horrible.

Thank you, Anna Viktorovna.
It’s very hard.

Marfa is the one who is suffering
most of all.

Let me go to her.

Marfa isn’t here.

She’s missing.

- What? Missing?
- Yes.

Anna Viktorovna, what are you doing here?

Hello, Yakov Platonovich.

The Muromovs are old friends of ours.
I came to support them.

Yakov Platonovich,
have you found out something?

Have you seen this button?

I knew that!

I knew this savage wouldn’t give up.

- Who are you talking about?
- Arslan Ali.

The son of the Tatar horse breeder, Kaysarov.

The devil made me sell a horse to him!

Please start from the beginning.

A year ago, I was selling my racing horse.

These Tatars came, father and son.

Since then Marfa and this Arslan Ali...

We thought it was a folly,

a fantasy.

He kidnapped our daughter
and killed her fiance, I’m sure.

It’s the Tatar way, kidnapping brides.

I’m afraid you’re mistaken.
It’s a highlanders’ tradition.

This button was found on the scene.

Tell me,
are you sure it belongs to Mr. Kaysarov?

I’m sure. It’s his.

Yes. I saw ones like these on his kaftan.

I hope
it will help you find your daughter.

Oh God.

Such a great suitor, a gift from above,

unlike others!

Ignatiy Petrovich was a respectable,
wealthy man.

The wedding date was a week from now.

God, what have we done to deserve it?

Masha, you need to calm down.

I have some drops. Let me bring them.

Thank you, Anna Viktorovna.

You’re Marfa’s fiance. Is he alive?

Drink this.

Viktor Ivanovich
hasn’t been himself lately.

He often goes out
and is secretive about it.

I’m afraid he has started gambling.

Marya Timofeyevna, this isn’t a problem.

Isn’t it?

Cards are the plague of our time.

No, you don’t understand.

I meant it would be easy to find out

whether your husband is gambling.

Can you do it?

Finding information is what I do.

I don’t know.

I don’t want to watch my husband
like a jealous woman.

What if he really is gambling?

Do it, Aleksey Yegorovich.

All right, my dear,
take me to the attic.

Yes. Let’s go.

"Tirzen", Arithmetic.
The Systematic Course.

"Plane Trigonometry" by Vereshchagin.

Are these your son’s?

Yes. I forbade him to go to school,
so he started this.

Why did you forbid him?

Who would take over my business?

I don’t have other sons.

Where is Arslan Ali now?

Not at home, I suppose.

My son didn’t kill anyone.

He couldn’t have. He isn’t like this.

I’ll be straight with you.

I know Arslan Ali was in love with Marfa.

Her fiance was killed last night,

and the girl is missing.

I told him,

“Don’t shorten my days,
give up on this infidel!”

But he wouldn’t.

So I started locking him up at nights.

This morning...

Here.

One can’t break a door like this
without making noise.

Did you hear anything during the night?

No, I was sound asleep.

Have you seen this button before?

It’s an ordinary button.

All Tatars have them on their kaftans.

So it could be your son’s.

Looks like there was some acid
in the bottle.

It had corroded the hook.

It’s vitriol.

Ignatiy Petrovich ordered to put it
between the frames in winter.

He didn’t like window frost.

Cats must have toppled it over.

Right. This is God knows what.

I should start packing.

I’m going to Tver.
There is a good vacancy for me.

Well, Good luck.

Right...

You’re tired.
Your master didn’t spare you.

Looking for something, Mr. Shtolman?

Admiring your horses.

Why is this stall empty?

Whose horse was here?

It was Arslan Ali’s stallion.

Did he ride away?

Didn’t you hear him?

Shame on me!

If your son comes back or you learn
about his whereabouts somehow,

you’ll need to tell the police.

I hope you understand this.

Tell me, is Marfa alive?

Who is the killer? Arslan?

Where are you going, my friend?

To Ignatiy Petrovich, to the attic.

Come in.

Who are you?

I’m the handyman, Kobylitsyn.

I came to see what can be done.

The maid sent for me.

Yes, this is bad.

I’m Anton Korobeynikov,
head of the investigation department.

It’s not my fault
the chandelier fell down.

I treasure my reputation,
and I take responsibility for my work.

No one has ever complained.

Don’t worry.

The cats toppled over a bottle
of sulfuric acid in the attic,

and it burned through the hook.

This is silly.
Who keeps sulfuric acid in the attic?

It will cost Ignatiy Petrovich
over a ruble.

Ignatiy Petrovich was killed last night

at his fiancee’s house.

Oh Lord. God rest his soul.

The police will find the truth.

The house will probably be put up
for sale now.

So I’d like to go to the attic
and see what can be done.

I don’t’ want to be blamed for it.

I understand, but you can’t come up
until the investigation is over.

You can’t touch the chandelier, either.

But don’t worry, it’s all right.

Goodbye.

Are you going to work, Anna Viktorovna?

Yakov Platonovich,
I’ve just been at the Muromovs.

They are in a horrible state, of course.
Will you find Marfa?

The policemen are searching the town
and the vicinities.

- I really hope the girl is alive.
- She is.

How do you know?

You keep asking this question.

You’re right. I’m sorry.

Ignatiy’s spirit made it quite clear to me

that the Tatar boy is innocent.

I’m afraid this argument
won’t stand in court.

All evidence is against him.

Well, Yakov Platonovich,

do your thing, then.

Here. The ligature mark. It’s red.

It means he had been strangled
with a leather string.

The leather was fresh.

I can tell this

from the small particles left on his skin.

What does it mean, doctor?

He was probably strangled
with horse harness.

No. It couldn’t have been him.

You mean the horse breeder’s son?

Anna Viktorovna, my dear,

you can’t imagine the things

people do for passion.

Sometimes they can get...

completely insane.

Now let’s try to find out
the time of death.

Anna Viktorovna, do you hear me?

Yes, doctor, of course.

- What?
- The time of death.

I must say the victim
obviously adored his fiancee.

She was the apple of his eye. Look.

Bills from the jeweler,
the seamstress, the florist.

Heaps of them.

Love letter draft.

Look at this one.

“To my angel Marfa on her name day.”

And a poem, a rather bad one.

Strange that he left at home something
that was so dear to him.

The chins is torn.

He probably didn’t notice the locket
was missing.

We need to look through
his correspondence.

Bryzgalov’s correspondence
was extensive, Yakov Platonovich.

It will take several days.

Besides, we already have a suspect.

The Tatar boy.
Everything points out to him.

How did he find out
that Bryzgalov would spend the night

at his fiancee’s house?

A little bird told him?

Buns, pretzels!

Come on, buy a bun!

Buns, pretzels, bagels!

Come on, don’t be shy.

- How much for this?
- Five kopecks.

Where are you going?

Stop!

- Wait! Is it you they are looking for?
- Shut up!

Police!

Here he is, the goddamned infidel!

Are you here to take your mind off
somber thoughts, Aleksandr Frantsevich?

I’m glad to see you, gentlemen.

I just had a spare minute
and decided to have some tea.

Hello. Any news?

You mean Bryzgalov?

I believe he was strangled
with horse harness.

A new one, at that.

- New?
- Exactly.

Everything fits, Yakov Platonovich.

Your nobleness.

The Tatar was arrested in the Slobodka.
He’s at the precinct.

Now we’ll find out for sure,
Anton Andreyevich.

- Thank you, doctor.
- Goodbye.

Go!

Sit down.

Arslan Ali... A beautiful name.

Where is Marfa Muromova?

Is she at least alive?

Do you recognize this?

Do you know why we have it?

I'll tell you, then.

We found it at the spot
where Ignatiy Bryzgalov was killed.

Did you kill him?

Where is the girl?

Don’t you realize
what her parents are going through?

I see there will be no conversation.
Take him to the cell.

Stand up!

What shall we do with his horse?
It’s tied in the yard.

Send the harness to the doctor.

Yes, sir. Go!

Poor Marya Yevmentyevna.

I can imagine how she feels.

Marta hasn’t been found.

No, Mama, wait.

We shouldn’t lose hope.

I’m sure everything will be fine.

Marfa and I will have fun
as we used to when we were girls

and ran away to the Slobodka outskirts.

I heard it was the Tatar young man
who had done it.

He was arrested yesterday, wasn’t he?

I say,
different peoples should be separated.

This Babylon pandemonium in the cities...

Papa, what are you saying?

There are many educated,
respected foreigners

who are noble and distinguished.

Of course.

Still, a savage is always a savage.

Marya Timofeyevna,

Andrey Petrovich
wouldn’t like what you’re saying.

Anna, I don’t know
what this Tatar was counting on.

He can’t marry Marfa, can he?

It’s good she isn’t marrying Bryzgalov, either.

I met this gentleman in St. Petersburg.

He was a crook...

and a rapscallion,

looking to marry a noble girl.

Искал, искал, искал...

Mrs. Muromova is here to see you.

What is she doing here?

Domna, bring another plate.

No, she wants to see Viktor Ivanovich.

He is in his study.

Viktor Ivanovich, hello.

Excuse me for barging in on you.

Marya Yevmentyevna, a lawyer,
like a doctor, is always there for you.

Thank you.

Viktor Ivanovich, it’s a delicate matter.

My husband and I are at our wits’ end.

Marfa still hasn’t been found.

We hope... we’re certain that she is alive.

Tell me, when the investigation proves

it was Arslan Ali who killed Bryzgalov -

and it will,
because who else could have done it?

Will they bring charges against Marfa?

Excuse me, I’m not sure I understand.

Against Marfa? What charges?

As his accomplice.

What are you saying? An accomplice?

If the murder

was committed to gain profit...

What profit? Her fiance was strangled.

I’m afraid this Tatar
will drag her into it,

say she came with him
at her own will or some other lie.

Don’t worry,
no one is going to believe him.

I don’t know what to think.

I’ve been crying my eyes out.

Thank you, Viktor Ivanovich.

Gentlemen, I’ll say it again.

It’s not the harness
he had been strangled with.

That one was new,

and this one looks old and well-loved.

It doesn’t clear Arslan Ali
from suspicion, though.

Of course.

Also, if he had kidnapped the girl,
she would cry, fight him.

No one in the house heard anything.

What if he attacked her
when she was sleeping?

The victim, if caught unawares,
can be speechless from shock.

He could have used a gag, a pillow,
I don’t know...

He might have hit her,
maybe strangle her a little.

There are many treacherous ways
to make someone be silent.

Is this a new table,
Aleksandr Frantsevich?

Yes, it was bought
with Piotr Ivanovich’s donations.

Gentlemen, excuse me,

the patients are waiting.

Thank you, doctor.

Mr. Shtolman?

Mr. Shtolman?

What did he do to my daughter?

Unfortunately, the Tatar isn’t talking.

But we are looking for your daughter.
Don’t lose hope.

How much longer will this torture go on?

I can’t believe I brought these Tatars
to my house myself.

I wanted to get a good price
for the horse.

Was it the first time
Arslan Ali saw your daughter?

Saw her?

He was devouring her with his eyes.

- The leg is hurt down here, isn’t it?
- No.

Arslan Ali!

Arslan Ali! What are you staring at?

I’m waiting.

Marfa, shut the window.

You mean your daughter
had been looking at him

from the room where Bryzgalov
was killed later?

It used to be her bedroom until recently,

when she moved into a bigger one
after the renovations.

- So now it’s a guest room.
- Yes, that’s right.

Thank you, Boris Pavlovich.
It’s very important.

Mr. Rebushinsky!

An editor who reads his own newspaper.

When will we see the next column
by Mrs. Mironova?

Tell me, isn’t it your pen name?

Thank you, Mr. Kaysarov,
for coming so fast.

Of course. I respect the law.

This is laudable.

Sit down, please.

I wanted to ask you again.

Didn’t you hear your son breaking the lock

on the night he escaped?

No. Nothing.

I didn’t hear anything.

Everybody knows you sell not only horses

but also bridle bits, blinders,
spurs, horse collars.

Yes. The best ones in town.

So you always have new harness at hand.

I don’t understand what you’re getting at.

I’ll explain.

I believe you hadn’t been
at home that night.

You couldn’t have missed the sounds

of your son’s lock being broken.

Your bedroom is too close.

One of your horses looked definitely tired

the next morning.

Do you think...

I killed Ignatiy Petrovich?

Not intentionally, of course.

You were going to kill Marfa.

You didn’t know, though,
that she had moved into another room.

When you realized your mistake,
it was too late.

So you decided to finish
what you had started.

What are you talking about?

I wouldn’t hurt an innocent girl.

We hope you wouldn’t,

but the evidence is against you.

The facts.

I’ll give you the facts.

I wasn’t at home that night.

I went to Novgorod,
to the elder of the Tatar community.

I wanted him to talk sense into my son.

Why didn’t you tell us at once?

I was ashamed that my son fell in love
with an infidel.

It’s a disgrace.

That’s why I went at night.

Will the elder confirm
that you were with him?

If you question him,

the entire community
will know my disgrace.

If he doesn’t confirm it,
you’ll have to answer for murder.

Anton Andreyevich,
go to Novgorod and make the inquiries.

Novgorod?

Yes.

Just be careful,

so that there wasn’t any gossip.

Thank you.

Please do your best.

Am I going to jail?

You are free to go.

Don’t leave the town, though.

Mr. Muromov, what happened?

My wife didn’t want me to come to you,

but I believe you need to know this.

This is Marfa’s letter.

She left it in her room.

“Mama, Papa,
I’m not marrying Ignatiy Petrovich.

I would never be happy with him.

I’m leaving. Don’t look for me
and forgive me if you can.

Yours, Marfa.”

Why didn’t you reveal it sooner?

There was money in the letter, 200 rubles.

It’s a big sum. Where did she get it?

I wish I knew.

Yakov Platonovich,
it means Arslan Ali didn’t kill her.

She escaped.

We’ll sort it out.

Go home and try to calm down your wife.

Thank you.

Not everyone who seeks,

finds not everyone who leaves, returns.

Help yourself to chak-chak,
Yakov Platonovich.

Nizam Ali has confirmed Kaysarov’s alibi.

He was with him that night.

Look like his son escaped
while he was away.

Looks like it.

Gentlemen, Marfa is back.

Where have you been all this time?

Did Arslan Ali kidnap you?

No, he didn’t,

and he didn’t kill anyone.

You have to let him go.

I told you so.

How can you be so sure?

We eloped.

And we had been together all this time.

Help yourself.

Thank you.

Where did you get the money

you left to your parents?

It’s a hefty sum.

Bryzgalov gave it to me.

For the road?

Ask Arslan.

We will.

Bring in the suspect.

Yakov Platonovich, excuse me,

have you sent for her parents?

You need to let them go.
It’s obvious they didn’t kill him.

Are you happy about being right again?

I don’t want innocent people to suffer.

Don’t you see how much he loves him?

It will pass with time.

How can you be so sure?

Arslan.

Why were you staying
in the empty house?

Why didn’t you go to your parents?

I thought you got scared and abandoned me.

Silly girl! How could you think this?

What was your plan?

Where were you two going to go?

To my uncle in Kazan.

He is a modern, educated man.

He would take us in.

Did you have the money
for travel expenses?

Tell them.

Bryzgalov was trying to buy me off.

He offered me money
for leaving Marfa alone.

And you said yes.

He didn’t want to.

I persuaded him.

We needed everything to settle down,

to convince everyone
that I had forgotten Arslan

and agreed to marry Bryzgalov.

We were going to use the money to elope.

I left half to my parents.

They were going to improve
their affairs through my marriage.

- Mama!
- Baby! You’re alive.

- Murderer! Killer!
- Mom, don’t you dare!

He didn’t kill anyone,

and he didn’t kidnap me
I went with him on my own will.

We’re going home.

You’re never leaving your room again,
is that clear?

I will always love you!

You’ll pay for this!

Mr. Kaysarov,

your son is innocent.

You can take him home.

The charges against you
are also withdrawn.

Thank you so much.

Let’s go home.

Don’t you dare to do
anything stupid again,

you booby!

He called him a booby!

Poor children. I feel so sorry for them.

They are so cute and so in love.

We need to find a way to help them.

Arslan Ali is a very able young man.

Yes. He obviously doesn’t want to work
with horses like his father.

But the girl is smart!

Look how she had swindled her fiance.

What choice did she have?
She was fighting for her love.

Someone said to me not long ago

that quiet affection was enough
to make a happy family.

You always hang on my words.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.

Please keep up with me.

Stop!

I said stop!

Who was that?

Definitely not a ghost.

What is this place?

Bryzgalov’s house.

THE MESALLIANCE