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Luka, my boy, today is your birthday.

Look at the cake Daddy brought you.

ALEKSANDRA NIKIFOROVA

DMITRIY FRID

SERGEY DRUZYAK

IRINA SIDOROVA
ANDREY RYKLIN

BORIS KHVOSHNIANSKY
ANDREY LUKYANOV

YULIYA TAKSHINA
MAKSIM RADUGIN

NIKOLAY DENISOV
YURI VNUKOV

WRITTEN BY ANNA RULEVSKAYA

CHIEF WRITER - ANNA RULEVSKAYA

DIRECTED BY
ANDREY MARMONTOV

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY -
ALEKSANDR ALIOSHNIKOV

MUSIC BY ANTON SILAYEV

PRODUCERS - NIKITA SHUMAKOV,
VITALIY BORDACHIOV

ANNA PAVLOVSKAYA, PAVEL BABIN, VLAD RIASHIN

DETECTIVE ANNA
SEASON 2

"He having broken the window,
he made his way into the confectionery,"

and caused damages
to the tune of 12.5 rubles, by eating..."

Please note... "4 Napoleons, 7 profitroles,
10 madeleines..."

EPISODE 21
THE FINAL VICTIM

I adore those...
"...and an entire meringue pie."

- I recognize Sergeant Ryabko's style.
- It is he who wrote it.

So who pulled that feat off?

A beggar nicknamed Limping Luka.

And how does he intend to compensate
the damages to the owner?

He doesn't, I'm afraid. That isn't all.

"The culprit died
on the spot from twisted bowels."

If one thinks about it,

gluttony has killed more people
than the sword.

- Sir.
- Yes?

A delivery addressed to you just arrived.

Me?

Thank you.

And no return address.
All these denouncements, rep...

What's the matter there?

Nothing, just a scratch.

What?

Yakov Platonovich!

Who delivered the letter?

A little boy, about 8. Just left.

Hey, little man,
did you deliver the letter?

Who told you to deliver it?

Answer me.

Mr Korobeynikov has been poisoned
with a deadly poison

and will die in 24 hours

if the antidote is not found.

You will find it following the clues
from tree dead bodies,

already dead or going to die within a day.

- The Head of Inv...
- All right, all right.

Calm down.

What sort of silly joke is this?

Devil knows what.

You cannot even imagine, Anna Viktorovna,

how many times
I've written to the Ministry.

And was rejected every time.

Take the retractors, please.

I'll make the incision.

Right, so as I was saying...
Yes, right here.

So imagine, yesterday, I get a response.

A new doctor will arrive any day now.

My God, how much did he eat?

Enough that his stomach wall burst.

Right... He ate and ate, until he burst.

Who sent you?

Well? Answer me.

It's no use, Anton Andreevich.
He remembers nothing.

No, I want him to answer me. Who sent you?

Fine. If he remembers nothing, so be it.

Let him spend a while in the cell,
it'll come back.

Officer!

Lock him up.

But don't go overboard!

It itches, that lousy thing...

A thin blade, like paper.

- Anton Andreevich.
- What?

You need to go to the hospital right away.

Yakov Platonovich, I'll live.

You're not serious, are you?

I'm more than serious.

By the way, according to his diploma,

he was a brilliant student,

and he has worked
in the best clinics abroad.

- He interned in Switzerland.
- Switzerland?

- They have very good medical schools.
- Yes.

I think he is an educated,
well-rounded man.

Dr Miltz, I was told you would be in here.

Excuse me, sir, buy who are you?

Ivan Skryabin, the new doctor.

I'm glad to see you.

Pardon me, but we're rather busy in here.

Then if you don't mind, I'll join you.

Anna Viktorovna, give the doctor a coat.

All right, what have we here?

Intestinal blockage?

Pretty. Your nurse?

Mr Skryabin,

I consider Anna Viktorovna my colleague.

And believe me, everybody at the hospital

has exceptional respect for her.

As you say, Doctor.

What happened to this poor soul, elius?

I suppose
that he perished due to gluttony.

Wait, what's glistening in there?

Is it really a candy wrapper?

Gentlemen.

Anna Viktorovna.

To what do I owe the honor?

Where's Dr Miltz?

Finishing the autopsy.

I want him to examine Anton Andreevich immediately.

- What's happened?
- Nothing, Anna Viktorovna, don't worry.

Yakov Platonovich has got it in his head

that I'm poisoned and about to die.

But I feel great.

Glad to see you, gentlemen.
To what do I owe the honor?

Afternoon, Doctor.

Your help is needed urgently.

Anton Andreevich received
an anonymous letter this morning,

with a hidden blade.

He cut himself,

and I think
there may have been poison on the blade.

But I feel great.

Anton Andreevich, please. Let's see it.

Fine. Just so that Yakov Platonovich
stops worrying.

Show me your finger.

- In short, a scratch.
- Just as I said.

Pupils somewhat dilated,

but overall, the eyes are clear,

so I don't see any evidence of poison.

Well, thank God.
Thank you so much, Aleksandr Frantzevich.

I must take my leave, gentlemen.
Duty calls.

Have a good day.

Anton Andreevich!

Anton Andreevich, what's the matter?

In any case,
you had better stay in the hospital.

I feel great, just...

hard to breathe...

Mariya Timofeevna?

Forgive me
for inadvertently scaring your muse away.

I'm always happy to see you,
Aleksey Yegorovich.

And the muse is an unreliable lady.

Only through persistent hard work
does one succeed.

You are quite right as always.

I've come bearing news.

Good, I hope?

First of all,
I humbly ask for your forgiveness,

but I took the liberty of mailing
the first chapter of your novel

to The Herald of Europe.

Where?

Aleksey Yegorovich...

How dare you?

That's the best literary magazine
in Russia.

How dare you make a laughingstock of me?

They will print you.

What?

Yes, yes. Next issue.

Here, I just received their response.

This is incredible.

Aleksey Yegorovich, they...

they write
that I must choose a title soon.

My God, a title...

Aleksey Yegorovich,
but I haven't even thought about it.

Mariya Timofeevna,

striking titles are my forte.

Krutin?

I have no doubt. It was in the letter.

"Great joy"...

Anton Andreevich knows nothing of this.
Let it stay so.

My God.

It looks like a challenge,
Anna Viktorovna.

He is playing some kind of cruel game.

And Anton Andreevich?

I promise that I will do everything
to save his life.

Aleksandr Frantzevich?

Who are you? You don't look like a doctor.

I will ask you to leave,
you are not authorized to be here.

Court Investigator Shtolman. Who are you?

Ivan Skryabin, new doctor.

Tell me, were you present at the autopsy?

I arrived right before the curtains fell.

Curious case.

The young man stuffed himself
so full he literally burst.

That's Limping Luka.

He always stood outside the church
and begged.

Limping? But both his legs are fine.

That's a common beggar trick.

I think you are looking for... this.

What's that? Where is it from?

I found it in the depths
of your Luka's bowels.

I'll take the key, it might be a clue.

As you wish.

Thanks.

Anna Viktorovna...

I'll visit with you later tonight.

You and I haven't properly met.

Ivan Skryabin.

- Ivan?
- Yevgenyevich.

Pleased to meet you.

I was told you are a doctor, too.

Studied at the Sorbonne. Didn't graduate.

Circumstances forced me to return earlier.

I was sure
I was going to the middle of nowhere,

but it seems emancipation
is in full swing here.

Anna Viktorovna,
I've been looking for you.

I need your help, let's go.

Doctor, you promised me
you would show me around the clinic.

As it happens, a patient
with a serious poisoning was brought in.

I have to examine him personally.

I will show you everything tomorrow.
Let's go.

"Everybody is singing.

But what kind of labor are they doing?

Oh, they are harvesting grain.

Of course they are singing:

machines do almost everything for them.

They reap, and bind the sheaves,

and they transport them."

Right... Me, I'm doubtful.

Cretin.
That's not now, that's 100 years from now.

Is this where Limping Luka kicked about?

It is, sir.

His spot is over there... was.

He was a good fellow.

Why did he have to break
into that confectionary?

Where are his belongings?

What belongings, sir?

All we have is what's on us.

Whatever we take, we eat, as they say.

When did you last see him?

Yesterday, around 8 o'clock.

He was going to see Natasha,
his sweetheart.

Who is she and where does she live?

She works in the street.

Lives on Dmitrovskaya street.

Search everything in here
and report to me at once.

Will do, sir.

Doctor, can you tell me

what kind of poison this is?

Why do you say it's poison?

Personally,
I don't know what you are ill with yet.

You're a smooth liar, Doctor.

You know
where you can take your white lies?

I'm a sleuth, you can't fool me. I...

Thank you... I know...

...the boy said there are three more.

And we still have to save them, and you...

You know, it's cowardly to lie about
when you can stand, I...

I...

Well, then...

Let him sleep for an hour or two,

I hope it'll restore some strength.

Can you guess what he was poisoned with?

The symptoms don't fit
any poison known to me.

Some are slower to act,

others would have killed
him a long time ago.

But you injected him with atropine.

We shall see if it works.

"With great gratitude,

I hasten to inform you...

...that the title of my novel is..."

Love and Liars.

Come now, my dear.

That sounds like a travesty.

Death and Betrayal.

Even worse. So deathly banal.

A Story About an Infidelity.

No, that's too long.

The most striking titles
usually consist of two words.

Infidelity and Passion.

Tears and a Smile. Shame and Death.

I'm worthless.

My dear, calm down, don't be hasty.

I think we are very close.

But we should think some more.

Ghost of Luka, come to me.

Ghost of Luka, come to me.

Ghost of Luka, come to me.

Tell me, why did you do it?

Hypnosis?

So it was hypnosis...

Tell me...

Do you know how to save Anton Andreevich?

I beg you,
tell me where to find the antidote.

- What do you want, sweetie?
- What?

I said, what are you buying?

Nothing.

Anybody in there?

Anna?

What are you doing here?

Luka's ghost brought me here.

But I don't know where we are.

This is his mistress' room, one Natasha.

It's locked.

Wake up.

Wake up already!

What you want?

What'd you come for?

Do you know the beggar Limping Luka?

May he burn in hell.

When did you last see him?

He came yesterday.

The wretch.

Does he keep his belongings here?

Sure.

Like hell he did.

Hid everything in that little box of his.

And where is that box?

The flophouse, where else?

Luka left that yesterday.

For the old lady.

What old lady?

The midwife.

I'm knocked up, and he...

told me to get rid of it.

I says to him, we can raise a kid,
the two of us.

Your spot's a lally-cooler,

makes you up to 3 rubles a day.

And he says, how do I know it's mine?

But I ain't been to work for a month now.

Shooed all my clients away.

Baby's his.

What time did he leave here?

Don't remember,

after midnight.

When he left, I was so upset I got drunk.

What happened, anyway?

Is Luka in trouble?

He's dead.

What am I going to do now?

Natasha,

I'll help you.

Come to the hospital
and ask for Anna Mironova.

Just...

don't go to the midwife.

Lida, I'm begging you,

stop thinking your mad thoughts.

The delivery was in my name.

Address written in pretty handwriting
with monograms.

Same make, same color.

It can't be a coincidence,
Valentin Viktorovich.

And I say it can.

Everything that happens is a coincidence.

It's us that want to see
something greater in it.

Lidiya, I've always told you:

listen to me and all will be well.

Have I lied?

You're married,
you have a house, children...

Yes. That's true.

So listen to me now, too:

this is just a coincidence.

Maybe the gift was sent by some admirer

who dreams of you eloping with him.

- Admirer...
- Why not?

You are still quite attractive
to those men

who appreciate ladies of your age.

In any case,
you have nothing to worry about.

Only we two know about that tragic event.

It was a coincidence.

Good girl.

Gaudium...

Magnum...

Great joy.
It seems that is what he calls death.

Thank you

for satisfying my curiosity,
Yakov Platonovich.

All this time,
I've been puzzling my head over it:

what is your mission?

Now you know everything.

I suppose this information is secret.

But you mustn't worry.

It seems that very soon

I will take your secret to the grave.

God be with you, Anton Andreevich.

We still have 20 hours,
and I don't plan to sit on my hands.

A key was found in the beggar's stomach,

and I'm sure that is the first clue.

And also, he had a box
where he kept his possessions.

The officers have turned
the flophouse upside down,

but have found nothing so far.

Malaya Ignatyevskaya 10.

Apartment on the ground floor.

Tell him that I sent you
and Pafnutiy will help you.

Pafnutiy? Who is that?

Head of the local beggar artel.

- Malaya Ignatyevskaya 10.
- Yes.

Stay strong, Anton Andreevich.

Yakov Platonovich.

You find that scoundrel.

Grind him into powder.

May I see Pafnuity Linkov?

That is me. How may I help?

Mr Korobeynikov gave me your address.

Please.

Please, come in, please.

Always happy to help the police
any way I can.

How may I be of service this time?

So you're the leader of the beggar artel, then.

Yes sir, my burden to bear.

Have a seat,
would you like a glass of brandy?

Thank you, I'm on duty.

A man in your care died last night.

- Limping Luka.
- Yes.

I've been notified already.

Such a shame, it really is.

He was almost like a son to me, you know.

Is that so?

If nothing else,
the years he got to live he owes to me.

- Anna Viktorovna...
- Yes?

I have...

I have a favor to ask of you.

Tell me.

It was a long time ago.

One summer night,
I was walking along the riverbank,

and suddenly, I saw some man
throw his traveling bag into the river.

I decided to fish it out of the water.
Why let it go to waste?

And yes, the bag really was an expensive

and pretty decent one.

And inside - can you believe this?
A baby was squealing.

And you never reported it to the police?

Why, to have the child sent to an orphanage

where he wouldn't have lasted a year?

I was already in charge of the artel.

For beggars, a foundling...

you understand, it's a godsend.

Besides,
I saw what Luka's talent was right away.

What was it?

He cried very pitifully.

Just tore at your heart.

I remember the artel's women
always fighting over

whose turn it was to beg with him.

And when he grew up,
his true persona was revealed:

the maimed good-looker.

He had an effect on ladies without fail,
he earned very well.

Tell me, Luka had a box

where he kept his possessions...

Yes. Mahogany.

We didn't find it at the flophouse,

and it might contain important evidence.

So they pocketed it, then...

Bastards.

Don't worry, sir,
I'll handle them quickly.

Wait, you said evidence?

What,
you think Luka could have been killed?

That is a possibility.

I would be very happy
if you found the culprits.

How come Anton Andreevich

hasn't come to me in person?

Feeling a little ill.

Well, I hope it's nothing serious.

In any case, give him my regards.

Certainly.

Don't be shocked by my methods, sir.

They're a wicked sort...

No other way to deal with them.

Anton Andreevich.

Anton Andreevich...

She is here, I've brought her to see you.

I'll give you some privacy.

Pelageya Ivanovna, you've come.

I must...

No, I want to tell you...

Anton Andreevich,

save your strength.

I know it already.

Please,

listen to me now that you are here.

You can see that I'm dying.

Please, don't speak like that.

You will certainly get better.

I took too long,

I didn't dare tell you...

But I want you to know that I...

I love you, Pelageya Ivanovna.

I know, Anton Andreevich.

I don't dare hope for...

reciprocation, I...

...only ask that you

remember me from time to time.

Now even death...

doesn't scare me.

I will stay here.

I will take care of you,

and don't even think about objecting.

You lousy...

Why, Pafnutiy?

Why? For stealing!

Don't hit him!

Reading banned books,

are we?

So where is the box?

- Polina?
- He's dying because of me.

What do you mean?

Anton Andreevich has visited
with me often lately.

And I should have foreseen it.

Foreseen what?

Krutin never forgives and never forgets.

He knows I'm helping the police,

and he's decided to take his revenge
through the death of Anton Andreevich.

You don't know how much he adores

inventing elaborate punishments for people.

Polina.

Polina, Shtolman will find the antidote

and save Anton Andreevich.

You can't know that!

No, I can't know that.

But I do know Shtolman.

Polina, right now,

you must support Anton Andreevich.

Yes, I must.

Go to him.

Go.

Where's the key?

I don't know,
Limping carried it on himself.

May I?

Yes sir.

Well, you lowlife,
what do you propose I do with you?

Do I give you 20 lashes
or send you to the workhouse,

make you earn your daily bread
with the sweat of your brow?

Mercy, boss.

Lashes, give me the lashes.

Bare your back.

Thank you for the help.

Always welcome.

Watch you're not overzealous there.

Some zeal's always needed, sir.

Or there wouldn't be any use.

Oh my days...

Do I order a capon roast...

or a pate?

Goose liver...

My God, I am so tired of it all,
positively tired.

I understand you so well.

I'm so miserable, I'm at my wit's end.

You should talk.

You at least have an excuse

in the form of a broken heart.

And me?

I don't know, I don't know...

Age taking its toll, I suppose.

Pyotr Ivanovich,
age has nothing to do with it.

It's just that you and I are idling about.

But you have a score of projects?

I haven't finished a single one.

I wanted to take a trip to Lyon...

the peasants protested.

Started shouting
that I wish to see them starve.

I built them stone houses,

and they live in wooden huts.

Use my houses for sheds.

Nobody wants my innovation.

What did you expect?

What sort of country do we live in?

A patriarchal one.

Must be hard for them,
living like in the ancient times

when Adam was a boy.

And at the same time, a growing economy,
an industrial boom...

No, I need to busy myself with something

before I put a bullet in my head.

Have you noticed there's a policeman

at every turn these days?

I have.

I don't understand,
is it some sort of maneuver?

Maybe the Chief of Police

is holding some kind of exercise?

Out of boredom.

What is happening here?

Why am I always the last to find out?

Officers on some sort of special mission
from you!

Anton Andreevich sent to the hospital
in the morning!

What is going on?

Anton Andreevich really is sick.

And what is the diagnosis?

Indigestion from some oysters.

Oysters... most unpleasant affair.

I had indigestion from old oysters myself

four months ago at Golubtsov's.

Excuse me...

I must go.

Yakov Platonovich.

What is that rigamarole
you're doing over the glutton beggar?

I think his death was no accident.

Do you feel like sharing with me?

I can't, Nikolay Vasilyevich.

Does it seem to you

like you're exceeding your authority?

In extraordinary circumstances,
my authority is unrestricted.

You never cease to surprise me,
Yakov Platonovich.

I would be glad not to, but...

extraordinary circumstances.

I ask that you tell nobody
about this document.

Naturally.

Who wants to anger the Secret Police?

Believe me,
my station is even more unenviable.

And now, excuse me, I must take my leave.

How is Anton Andreevich?

Yakov Platonovich, I will be honest.

The atropine hasn't worked.

So either Anton Andreevich is...

you know what I mean...

Or...

Excuse me.

If there is any way at all to save him, Doctor,

I'm asking you to make use of it.

Yakov Platonovich,
I just telegraphed St Petersburg

and am awaiting my colleague's reply.

Excuse me, someone is waiting for me.

Yakov Platonovich,
do you have news for me?

The beggar's box was found.

Inside, there was
an impressive amount of money and...

I know who would need
that money the most right now.

May I?

There was also a photograph in there.

The address of the photographer's parlor
is on the back,

and I'm going there.

I know here.

That's Lidiya Milyutina.

She was the prettiest girl
in our gymnasium.

But now she's a married woman,
of course, with children.

Where do they live?

Podolskaya street, I think... Yes.

But what's her connection with Luka?

I haven't a clue.

How's your migraine, Lida? Better?

It's gone completely.

I'm very happy to hear that.

Vasya, please don't slurp.

He slurps because it's delicious.

You like it?

Meatball soup.

The new kitchen lady is definitely better
than the old one.

I had told you to fire her for so long,

but you would always get sentimental.

Well, the soup really is delightful.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

A little stuffy in here.

I'll go open the window.

Let me through.

What's happened here?

Just fell out the window, sir.

Lida!

What's this mess you made?

Why?

Is this your spouse, sir?

What's her name?

Lidiya Semirechenskaya.

- She needs to be sent to the hospital.
- Yes sir.

And her maiden name?

Milyutina.

What joy.

What joy.

Finally, I will be with him.

THE FINAL VICTIM