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Tell me...

ONE YEAR AGO

If she finds out about your affair,

will he agree to a divorce?

You don’t know her, Kostia.

Besides, am I supposed to lie, pretend?

Cover us both with shame?

What are you going to do?

Believe me,

all I want is for her

and myself to be happy.

Yes.

You’re right.

She can’t be happy with me anymore.

Don’t worry.

I know what to do.

Everything will be just fine.

Goodbye.

Darya Ilyinichna, I know it’s an ordeal,

but I’m afraid
I have to subject it to you.

Please begin.

Are you ready?

God...

It’s all my fault!

Darya! What are you saying?

He was such a wonderful man!

I never understood him.

Never...

Ma’am, do you identify this man
as your husband Nikolay Firsanov?

ALEKSANDRA NIKIFOROVA

DMITRIY FRID

SERGEY DRUZYAK

IRINA SIDOROVA ANDREY RYKLIN

BORIS KHVOSHNIANSKY ANDREY LUKYANOV

YULIYA TAKSHINA MAKSIM RADUGIN

NIKOLAY DENISOV YURI VNUKOV

WRITTEN BY YEKATERINA PACHIKOVA

CHIEF WRITER - ANNA RULEVSKAYA

DIRECTED BY VITALIY BORDACHIOV

DIRECTORS OF PHOTOGRAPHY -
ALEKSANDR ALIOSHNIKOV AND ANTON KOSTROMIN

MUSIC BY ANTON SILAYEV

PRODUCERS - NIKITA SHUMAKOV,
VITALIY BORDACHIOV

ANNA PAVLOVSKAYA,
PAVEL BABIN, VLAD RIASHIN

DETECTIVE ANNA
SEASON 2

EPISODE 25
THE LIVING CORPSE

Mr. Klimov?

What are you doing here?

I’m sorry, Mr. Shtolman.

Waiting at the door
was too much of a risk,

so I had to pick up the lock.

I came for your report. I hope it’s ready.

Of course.

Anything else?

Yes.

St. Petersburg is unhappy with you failing

to arrest a dangerous criminal.

I’m sorry but they wanted me
to convey the message verbatim.

I understand. Go on.

The department is starting to regret
assigning you with this mission.

Thank you.

Is this all?

They also wanted me to say...

your wife’s life was despaired of.

Goodbye.

Miss?

I’ve made pancakes for you.

You should eat.

You haven’t had anything for two days.

It’s not good.
Anna Viktorovna, open the door.

Well?

Mariya Timofeyevna.

Ania?

Baby?

Open the door, I’m begging you.

You’re killing yourself! Ania!

Here! See?

How could you leave out
such an important detail?

Excuse me, your excellence.

I apologize,

but the report clearly states

that your brother’s body,

and I quote,

“Mr. Firsanov left all his clothes
on the bank

along with his suicide note

and baptismal cross.”

But his wedding ring?

Where did it go?

Being in the state he was in,

your brother could have misplaced it.

Or maybe the current
washed it off his finger.

Enough of this nonsense, Mr. Tregubov.

Bodies swell up in the water,

as you know very well.

My brother never took of his wedding ring.

He treasured his marriage,

though maybe he shouldn’t have.

The body wasn’t his.

Excuse me, the widow identified him.

I wonder how she was able to do it.

The body had been in the water
for two weeks.

It must be unrecognizable.
There were no clothes, either.

I demand an exhumation
and reopening the investigation.

It’s impossible.

It’s been over a year.

I knew you’d say that.

Please read this.

A petition to the tsar?

But...

should you bother His Majesty with this?

It’s up to you, Mr. Police Chief.

My brother didn’t kill himself.
I know that.

If you don’t want to lose your job,

you will reopen the case.

And investigate it thoroughly
and not just for show.

Countess...

Sit down, quick.

Thank you...

but I need to go.

But it’s Saturday!

I need to go home.

I see.

So this isn’t your home.

Liza, don’t hang on words.

All right.

I hope you’ll talk to your wife
about the divorce.

Listen, this isn’t a good time.

It’s never a good time for you.

Lisa,
you know very well what has just happened.

You realize what state my daughter

and my ex-wife are in.

If I file for a divorce now,

it will affect Anna’s reputation
even harder.

Nothing can save her reputation.

You should think about me.

Don’t you dare talk like this
about my daughter.

Good morning, Nikolay Vasilyevich.

Good morning, Anton Andreyevich.

Looks like it’s the end of my career

and probably yours, too.

Remember

Nikolay Firsanov’s suicide case?

There’s not much to remember.

Which was a year ago?

It was a suicide, sure thing.

She doesn’t think it was.

Is she family?

- She is a sister.
- I see.

Countess Gorina.

Last year she was living abroad.

Her husband is our ambassador in Rome.

Now she is back

and wants us to reopen her brother’s case.

This is ridiculous.

Yes.

He left a note.

Anton Andreyevich,
we need to exhume the body

and conduct a second investigation.

I don’t see much sense in this.

The body has been in the ground
for a year.

There’s probably not much left.

You have to dig him out,

or it will be our heads.

By the way,
do you know anything about the duel?

The time, the place, the seconds?

I don’t know anything about that.

Do you realize

we can’t let it happen?

Let me tell you this.

If Mr. Kliuyev didn’t do it first,
I would have challenged this...

What?

What the hell are you talking about?

You’re a man of the law.

Duels are against the law!

You can’t enable them.

I apologize. I got carried away.

Yes. Carried away!

All right,

get Firsanov’s case from the archive

and start working on it.

We can’t exhume a body
without a court investigator,

so involve Yakov Platonovich.

I’m sorry but I don’t want
to have anything in common

with this two-faced man.

I don’t care what you want or don’t want,

Mr. Head of the Investigations!

- Do your duty.
- Yes, sir.

That’s better.

And report to me
about all the proceedings.

Questions?

No, sir.

Do you find it funny?

Do you?

Next week...

Yes, I’ve made the arrangements.

She won’t let anyone in.

It’s silent like the grave
behind this door.

I don’t know what to do.

Masha, please explain.

How could...

How could you let this rascal
into your house?

I understand.

You’re looking for someone to blame,

and you’ve found me.

Think about yourself.

If you didn’t leave us,

nothing of this would have happened.

I admit it. It’s my fault, too.

He admits it! How noble.

Masha.

Let’s talk calmly.

There is nothing to talk about.

Well,

if you say so.

Sweetheart, please open the door.

Daughter...

- Father!
- My darling.

Father.

Just please don’t say anything.

Hush, hush.

I won’t. I won’t.

What do you want, Anton Andreyevich?

What I want is never to see you again.

- What is this?
- Papers pertaining to the Firsanov case.

As I can see,
he drowned himself a year ago.

I wasn’t in town back then.

Please tell me about the case.

Of course. I’ll gladly tell you everything

since you’ve graced us
with your presence again.

They found his clothes
and a death note on the river bank.

Two weeks later, a body was fished out.

It was identified as Nikolay Firsanov,
nobleman, 35.

“I can’t bear this life anymore.

I’m ending it on my own volition.
Nobody should be blamed for my death.”

The investigation established
beyond any doubt

that the note was written by the deceased.

As a suicide, he was buried
outside the cemetery grounds.

Why was the case reopened?

His older sister is convinced her brother
couldn’t have killed himself.

Does she have any grounds?

She hang on like a limpet to the fact
that there was no wedding ring on the body.

Now she demands an exhumation
and reinvestigation.

She has connections at the court,

so Nikolay Vasilyevich
couldn’t have said no.

The medical report says

that the body had been in the water
for over two weeks.

The widow could have made a mistake.

I hope to see you at the cemetery...

at three, Mr. Court Investigator.

I don’t want to part with you, but...

if you’d want to go to Paris...

Father, I can’t think about it right now.

I understand.

I still can’t believe it.

Why me?

It feels like a nightmare
I need to wake up from.

I know, my dear, how much you loved him.

But... he proved to be a dishonest man.

Dad, don’t. Don’t say that.

I wish he had killed me instead.

I’m sorry to make you wait, gentlemen.

Anton Andreyevich, it’s time to start.

Go for it.

This is such a barbaric custom,

burying suicides
outside the consecrated land.

The deceased doesn’t care.

Not everybody is as cold as you are.

Doctor, did you know the late Firsanov
and his family well?

Yes, I knew Nikolay Aleksandrovich.

What can I say?
He was a melancholic and a drinker.

So I’m not very much surprised
by his suicide.

I never could understand
why people do things like this.

Firsanov was an educated, wealthy man

with a charming wife.

He should have enjoyed his life,
not go drown himself.

Why are the Russians such gluttons
for punishment?

The mysterious
and inexplicable Russian soul.

I believe our harsh climate is to blame.

It’s not about the climate.

If Firsanov decided to drown himself,

he must have had a reason.

Really?

Doctor, can I have a couple words?

Of course.

Can you tell me more
about Firsanov’s illness?

Listen, why don’t we go together?

Why not? I’ll just leave everything.

And take you to Italy or Nice?

Why not?

We’ll go see ancient ruins,

visit museums, dine at taverns.

Daddy... I’ll think about it.

Just remember...

you aren’t alone.

You can always send for me.

At any time!

- Whenever you need me.
- -Daddy.

Do you promise?

Don’t go.

I’m sorry if this isn’t a good time.

No, of course it is.

I’m grateful for a distraction.

Poor Anna Viktorovna.

I hope Mr. Kliuyev revenges her.

Aleksey Yegorovich,
you always know everything.

Tell me, when is the duel happening?

Believe me,
my precious Mariya Timofeyevna,

I still don’t know anything.

There are rumors going around,
one more ridiculous than the other.

Nobody knows anything for certain.

How can it be?

Actually, it’s not surprising.

You know that duels are illegal.

In this case, the challenge took place

in front of the chief of police.

That’s why the police will do anything
to prevent this fight.

If I were a second,
I wouldn’t say anything, either.

Are you a second?

Me?

No, no.

Of course not.

Of course not.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Thank you so much.

There’s a nice how-de-do.

As far as I understand,

the late Firsanov
had both his eyes intact.

Definitely.

So this isn’t Firsanov?

You are as perceptive as ever,
Anton Andreyevich.

Save your compliments for your wife,
Yakov Platonovich.

Gentlemen, this is unbelievable.

Look at this!

A workman’s mark?

It’s not just any workman,
Anton Andreyevich.

It’s Alfred Gluck.

There is no another one like him
in the entire empire.

His prosthetic eyes
are extremely expensive

exactly because they are undistinguishable
from real eyes.

I suppose he lives in St. Petersburg.

That’s very lucky for us.
You were right, doctor.

I hope this gentleman
will help us identify

who this man is.

He will.

- However, this is very strange.
- What is?

Countess Gorina was right.
It wasn’t her brother in his grave.

Goodbye.

What can I do for you, sir?

My name is Ivan Skriabin.
I need to talk to Anna Viktorovna.

Miss cannot see you. She is indisposed.

Where are you going?

I’ve told you Anna Viktorovna
can’t see you!

Which one is her room?

I’ll break into every door in this house!

Upstairs!

Anna Viktorovna?

Ivan Yevgenyevich?

Aren’t you tired of being locked up
inside?

What do you care?

I don’t!

But we are short-handed at the clinic.
Patients can’t wait.

And you are lying around wallowing
in self-pity!

You should be ashamed of yourself.

When I first saw you,
I thought “Here is another young lady

who has read too many novels
and decided she could do a man’s job.”

Then, when I got to know you better,
I thought, “No, this woman is special.

She has more willpower than many man do.”

And what now?

Now I see my first impression was correct.

You aren’t a doctor.

You are a banal young girl

who thinks that romance
is the most important thing.

All you are capable of
is clinging to a husband

and push out as many babies as you can.

You’re right.

There is no place for me in medicine...

or in this life.

Well... If you really want to kill yourself,

I’d recommend you shoot in your mouth.

Like this, upwards.

Because other methods are unreliable.

You might be rescued
and be crippled for life or, even worse,

lose your mind.

Don’t do this to your family. Goodbye.

There is a dent in his skull.
Maybe that’s what killed him.

- A dent?
- Yes. Take a look.

See? It’s rather deep.

It wasn’t caused by a fall.

He was hit on the head.

It looks entirely different.

Hit on the head and dumped into the water.

They took off his clothes
to make it difficult to identify him.

This is horrible.

So, a murder?

I believe so.

That’s right.
Nikolay Vasilyevich will be ecstatic.

This is all he needs now.

Thank you, doctor. Goodbye.

Good luck.

This is where they found him,
your nobleness.

He was all puffed up and green. Horrible.

This is where his clothes were

and his death note.

Tell me, my friend,
how long is this sandbank?

Quite long.

I wonder
why didn’t he try to drown himself

in a deeper water?

Maybe he didn’t know.

Anyway, you can drown yourself
in a barrel if you really want to.

You’re right.

Go figure.

So they actually buried someone else

under the name of Firsanov.

Yes. We made a mistake.

A mistake...

They’ll skin us alive for this mistake.

"Errare humanum est." To err is human.

Who wouldn’t err in our place?

The widow identified him.
Nobody thought to look under his eyelids.

By the way,
I found out that Firsanov’s widow

married his best friend

only three months
after her husband’s funeral.

Isn’t it suspicious?

Good day, gentlemen.

Nikolay Vasilyevich,
did you get the report on the exhumation?

Of course I gave a full report.

He has.

If you don’t mind, I’d like to go
to St. Petersburg to talk to Mr. Gluck.

It’s an expensive prosthetic.
Not everyone can afford it.

Considering
that the victim resided in Zatonsk,

I don’t suppose it
will be too hard to identify him.

It’s a great idea, Yakov Platonovich.
Great idea.

Hurry. Go immediately, Yakov Platonovich.

Investigate it thoroughly.

Question this prosthetist.

Give him a third degree.

There is no need to hurry.

I have some errands in the capital, too.

I’d like to stay there for a couple days
if you don’t mind.

Stay as long as you need,
Yakov Platonovich.

We’ll manage on our own.

Why don’t you go on vacations?

To the beach or to a spa.

It’s high season in Kislovodsk right now.

Thank you, but I don’t have time
for vacations right now.

Right.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

At least it buys us some time.

Anton Andreyevich,
have you spent last evening with him?

I had to.

Did he talk to anyone?

Maybe received any notes?

No notes.

He only talked to Dr. Milts.

Of course.

The doctor.

They do need a doctor for this.

You came after all.

Scrub in. You’ll assist me.

BOOKSTORE

Mr. Mironov. Piotr Ivanovich.

Nikolay Vasilyevich. Good to see you.

Have you bought a book?

Can I have a look?

"Russian Symbolists."

Do you like poetry?

Actually, no.
I want to... entertain my niece somehow.

Good idea.

There is no better bandage
for a sore soul than good poetry.

"There is one thing I mourn -

the days of the past

The days of delightful orgies
and crazy love"

This sounds too melancholic, though.

You’re a true poetry connoisseur,
if memory serves.

I dabbed in poetry when I was a young man.

I didn’t become a poet, though,

and my life has been prosaic since then.

Tell me...

Are you friends with Mr. Kliuyev?

Yes, Mr. Kliuyev is my friend.

Persuade him to call the duel off.

We can’t allow it to happen.

There will be a scandal.

The scandal has already taken place.

Wasn’t it enough? They’ll kill each other.

You’re right.

So? Will you talk to him?

You’re right. I need something different,
something more cheerful.

Like Prutkov. I’ll get her Prutkov.

Will you talk to Kliuyev.

Don’t worry. He’s been thinking
about reconciliation already.

I hope you’re right.

He will live.

What do you want from me?

Who are you?

Anna? What’s wrong? Are you well?

I can’t bear it anymore.
I want them to leave me alone.

Who? There is nobody here.

The spirits.

You’re a grownup educated woman,

and you seriously talk
about seeing ghosts?

Ivan Yevgenyevich,
you can think whatever you want.

Give me some water.

I know you have been under stress lately

and probably didn’t have enough sleep.

That’s why you’re seeing things now.

All right. Nikolay Vasilyevich,
you’re absolutely healthy.

Your heart is doing well.

You’ll live for a thousand years.

Just try not to worry too much.

How can I not worry with a job like mine?

My job is a bundle of nerves.

Every day something happens.

People steal,
people kill each other with axes,

people duel...

Yes, duels are... very regrettable.

Do you know
where the duel is to take place?

Or maybe when?

How would I know? I’m a doctor.

I’m supposed to treat patients,
not to kill healthy people.

I’m aware that a doctor’s presence

is required at a duel.

I’m not the only doctor in this town.

Oh, Doctor.

Good day, Anna Viktorovna.

Hello. I’m sorry for interrupting.

I’m glad to see you in good health.

Thank you.

Well, doctor.

I’ll see you later.

See you soon.

A bundle of nerves.

Anna Viktorovna, I’m really glad

that you’re here with is again.

Thank you, doctor.

Tell me, did you have any patient
with one eye who died while I was absent?

We exhumed a body

with a prosthetic eye yesterday, yes.

This man died about one year ago.

He was killed.

Do you already know who he was?

Excuse me, what did you say?

Who was he?

I don’t know.

This is police business,
and I’m sure the police will sort it out.

Yes. It’s my work.

SAINT PETERSBURG

A right eye, made last year.

Notice the mint state it is in.

After a year in the grave,
it’s as good as new.

Do you remember
who ordered the prosthetic?

He might be coming from Zatonsk
or its vicinities.

I’m afraid I don’t remember.

My memory is like a sieve.

Luckily for you,

I’m pretty good

at keeping my records.

Let’s say I was lucky.

Very lucky.

Here.

Year 1893.

All right...

I don’t understand.

What is it?

How could I...

How could I forget?

You said Zatonsk?

Yes.

Of course.

I had two customers from Zatonsk
last year.

Both of them
ordered prosthetic right eyes.

- Isn’t it a strange coincidence?
- You don’t say.

What were their names?

Let me see...

Good morning, "mon ange".

A very good morning.

How do you feel?

I’ve never been asked this question
as often as I’ve been in this last week.

No surprise. We are all worried.

You know,
I’ve understood a very important thing

in my old age.

No one in this world is worthy of our tears.

No one.

And the ones
who are will never make us shed them.

So there.

Are you admiring beautiful things
this morning?

Do you think an artist can be one-eyed?

You know,

I saw this acrobat in a circus once.

He was very good, and he only had one leg.

So everything is possible.

Everything is possible.

Why are you asking?

A spirit appeared to me
who was missing an eye,

and his clothes were stained with paint.

So I thought he might be a painter.

Missing an eye?

A one-eyed man?

With an eye patch.

SAINT PETERSBURG

Here, Mr. Shtolman.

The draft is ready.

Read it careful.

I’ve never drafted a will in such hurry.

Can I ask you what happened?

Are you ill?

Thank you, I’m absolutely healthy.

Why the rush, then?

I just wanted to put my affairs in order.

Where do I sign?

Anton Andreyevich?

Hello, Darya Ilyinichna.

I knew you would come.

I’m sorry for bothering you again.

It’s all right.

I’m prepared to answer your questions again.

Excuse me,
I still haven’t recovered from finding out

it wasn’t Nikolay in his grave.

I understand you really well,

and I apologize for having
to get you upset again.

What is it, darling?

He is still waiting for Nikolay.

- Come inside.
- Yes, thank you.

However, new circumstances have emerged,

and in this connection
I must talk to you again.

What are these circumstances?

Your hasty marriage to Mr. Avdeyev.

You married him when exactly?

Two or three months
after your first husband had died?

- Three.
- You see?

So it’s safe to assume

that your affair had started
while he was still alive.

So you both had a motive.

In other words,
you might both had wanted him dead.

- God, no.
- Yes.

I swear, while my husband was alive,

my relationship with Kostia
was purely platonic.

Anton Andreyevich,
I believe marriage is holy.

I’d never have deceived my husband.

But you didn’t love him, did you?

Dasha?

What’s going on here?

Calm down, my sweetheart.

It can be dangerous in your situation.
Come on, get up.

I’ll have to move her to another room.
I hope you don’t mind.

I don’t.

But I have a few questions to you, too.

I’ll be with you in a minute.

Isn’t that enough?

Won’t your tummy hurt?

No. I’m strong.

Of course. I don’t doubt it.

Why didn’t you come for so long?

I was busy at work.

Tell me, do you like it here?

Yes, but it’s boring.

Boring?

You don’t like to study?

I do, but I already know all of this.

Careful, Alexey.

When is Mother coming?

I don’t know that, Volodia.

And you? Will you come back soon?

I’ll try, but I can’t give you a promise.

Listen.

No matter what happens, you need to know

that your mother loves you very much.

Really?

Word of honor.

Anton Andreyevich, I would appreciate it

if you left my wife alone.

She is in a family way, you understand.

The news about another man
in Nikolay’s grave was a severe blow.

A year ago, you said you had seen him
just before his suicide.

What did you talk about?

I told you all about it.

Please answer.
What were you and Firsanov talking about?

I asked him to stop drinking

and gambling,

find a good doctor
for his mental problems.

I think you were talking
about Darya Ilyinichna

and your feelings for her.

Maybe you told him,
or maybe he had found out by himself.

I don’t understand what you’re implying.

You were pursuing your own interest

and drove your friend to suicide.

All right.

I’ll tell you what had really happened,

and you decide

whether to believe me.

THE LIVING CORPSE