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I knew it. I knew you’d come back.

You’re scared. You hate me and you’re scared.

Scared to death. And so you should be.

Shut up!

Zhenia.

Zhenia, open up.

Zhenia, please open the door.

One,

two,

three,

four, five.

Ready or not, here I come.

DETECTIVE ANNA

REVENGE EPISODE 11

Come in.

Miss, you have a visitor.

They are at the side wing. They want you to come out.

Hello, Anna. Do you remember me?

Yes, Lisa. Why didn’t you come through the front door?

I didn’t want your family to ask you questions. I’m in trouble, Miss.

My friend Zhenia Grigoryeva is missing.

What do you mean?

She left yesterday, and she hasn’t come back.

- Is she also... - From the house. Yes.

Maybe she decided to spend the night somewhere.

She scared me yesterday. She said, “Lisa, if I don’t come back tomorrow...”

Mademoiselle. Je vous demande pardon... I didn’t expect it.

I didn’t expect it.

“If I don’t come back tomorrow, light a candle for the repose of my soul.”

You can find out if my Zhenia is alive, can’t you?

Help me, please, Miss.

All right, I... I’ll try to help.

I saw her coming out of Momma’s house and...

couldn’t help myself.

She saw me here on the stairs and asked me to leave.

- And you complied? - Yes. I went home and went to bed.

Why did you come back today?

I... I had a nightmare.

I had a feeling Zhenia wasn’t well. I came back and...

found her... here.

How often do you have nightmares like this?

What?

Stay here.

Hello, Your Nobleness.

What do you mean, we don’t dare to get inside?

We do raids if we need to.

- This is a bad place, of course. - Right.

A bad place and bad people, too.

The owner says the victim rented a room...

yesterday after dark.

- Did you talk to all lodgers? - Yes, sir. Nobody heard anything.

Or they won’t tell.

We’re looking for the weapon. I told them to search around the house.

I doubt you’ll find it.

Well, what can I tell you?

Time of death - probably 9 or 10 hours ago.

The victim didn’t put up a fight. Maybe she couldn’t.

- She might be drugged with morphine. - Right. Morphine. How much?

Yakov Platonych, the cause of death is obvious, regardless of the dosage.

It’s very obvious. Ulyashin!

- Get the student to the precinct. - Yes, sir.

Let him think about it. Maybe he recalls something.

I wonder what brought you here.

Who’s there?

Mon cherie, do you have company?

A girl is missing.

- Was it her friend? - Yes.

I tried to call her spirit, but it didn’t work.

It’s like there is some obstruction. As if she doesn’t want me to bother her.

So, she’s alive. She is alive.

I’ll go see Shtolman at the precinct and ask if someone was looking for her.

Hello, m-lle Zholdina.

I’d like to see Aglaya Lvovna.

Oh? She hasn’t come down yet.

Maybe I can help you.

What is it you wanted?

Which room used to be m-lle Grigoryeva’s?

Used to be? What happened to her?

She was killed.

Yakov Platonovich? Is something wrong?

Your warden, m-lle Grigoryeva, was killed. Show me her room.

It’s this way.

Zhenia often visited her mother’s grave, and I always let her.

She was special.

What was so special about her, if I may ask?

Many were smitten by our Countess.

She never... never wanted to escape.

Why is that?

She had had her share of trouble. She was a femme fatale.

She didn’t have any money on her.

Oh? Believe me, she had no shortage in it.

- My most expensive girl. - Do you know all her guests?

You could say she was a kept woman for the last month.

She had only one guest.

Beletsky.

Yes, Yakovlev’s steward.

Yakovlev, the factory owner?

Yes, sir. He’s an important client.

He never stayed here, but sometimes took her with him

even for two days, which isn’t cheap.

Did any of the new clients show interest in her?

The student. Of course. He frequented our house.

Spent hours in the parlor. He’s so naive!

I wonder how he managed to stay that way.

You said her mother was dead. And the father?

I don’t know anything about him.

Zhenia was from Zarechensk. It’s across the river.

Do you know the address?

No. We don’t encourage family ties.

How was your trip, Anton Andreyevich?

All in vain. The province doesn’t have budget even to fix our carriages,

let alone replace them. I received a refusal.

So we’ll have to use these old rattlers.

Kolia! Nikolay! Vershinin!

Anton! Korobeynikov. I heard you had become a detective.

Arrested at the scene. Mr. Detective told me to convoy him to the precinct.

Interesting. All right. I’ll take it over. You may go.

- What happened? - A murder, Anton.

It’s inexplicable. I had a horrible feeling in my dream.

Woke up in a cold sweat.

Who is she to you?

She used to work for Momma.

- Hello, Anna Viktorovna. - Good day. I need to see...

Is it urgent? I’m a little busy here.

- Was it a girl? - How do you know?

By accident.

- I’ve just found out from a detainee. - Who is he?

- A student. Vershinin. A friend of mine. - Is he under suspicion?

I hope not.

What? What are you doing here?

Mr. Detective came to see me. Go to your rooms.

Aglaya Lvovna, wait. I need to talk to the girls.

Did they torture her?

Did they get Zhenia when she was on her way?

Does anyone know whom she was meeting on Malaya Kupecheskaya?

Her guests would never set foot in this slum.

Maybe they were her acquaintances.

If she decided to go, she’d go. She was fearless.

Zhenia was reckless.

She was always like this. Her eyes would turn white...

Maybe the truth was what killed her.

What truth?

How would I know.

Excuse me.

Zhenia never talked about her affairs.

Mr. Detective, there is this client... He is...

He has peculiar demands.

He wanted to prick me with needles. Said he liked to watch.

- He was asking about Zhenia. - Who is he?

George.

An assumed name for visits to your house?

I don’t know. We don’t ask for papers.

Last time he kept looking at Zhenia.

Generally, he only visits me. Maybe they made a deal.

- When is he coming back? - Who knows? He has no schedule.

- Can you let me know when he comes? - Of course.

Just don’t tell Momma. I’m scared of this George now.

Why? You have known him for a long time?

He went crazy. He’s getting worse. He’s like obsessed.

Torturing me like a frog.

- Zhenia wouldn’t put up with it. - So, send for me as soon as he comes.

Yakov Platonych, I was told you were here.

The deceased’s full name was Yevgeniya Grigoryeva.

Her mother is dead, but the father might be alive.

They used to live across the river, in Zarechnaya Sloboda.

Find their family and talk to them.

Of course. What about Vershinin? Do they have something on him?

So, you already know.

I questioned him. He doesn’t admit he’s guilty.

Evidence. We need to find evidence.

I’ve known him for a while. He’s not a murderous type.

Is it a detective speaking? Not a murderous type? I’m surprised.

Yes. It’s hard to come to terms with. My friend is under suspicion.

Thank you.

Dr. Konstantin Somov. Please welcome.

Hello.

Shtolman, detective.

Nice to meet you.

The thing is, Dr. Somov was the only one who could have prescribed morphine.

- May I? - Of course.

The prescription was in line with her symptoms.

Unfortunately, there was no alternative. She was already in pain.

So, she was your patient.

Yes, she was.

And her disease was incurable, wasn’t it?

Yes. And she knew about it.

Did you know what she did for a living?

I, as a doctor, wasn’t interested in it. I examined her and found the tumor.

And told her at once.

In general terms.

She had six months left to live. Six months in severe pain.

I must say, she took the news with great calm.

- Maybe she already suspected it. - Yes. Definitely.

Well, thank you. You can go.

So, Dr. Somov. What kind of person is he?

He’s a very good physician with a private practice.

What is he doing at the hospital, then?

Our guardian, Mr. Yakovlev...

Does he have something to do with him?

Somov is his family doctor.

I see. A doctor, a steward. And Mr. Yakovlev standing behind them.

Do you think it was him who was interested in this girl?

In any case, we need to look into this relationship.

She might be blackmailing him.

Cadet! You’re so slim and pretty. Can I have a cigarette?

I don’t smoke.

Brandy, then. We love brandy with our chocolate.

Don’t be a miser. Don’t you have money for this, too?

She’s a bloodsucker, Pasha. The vicious bitch!

She made us work even today.

Our Levon is here!

Shall we do it the way we did the last time?

Yes, my precious.

I’m sure our Countess was killed because of the money.

I heard Momma talking about it with the housekeeper.

What do they care?

They say she must have saved something. You’ll see they’ll look for it.

Lisa, hide me! I’m not going with him again.

Go to the police and find Detective Shtolman.

I’ll try to distract him here.

- Got it? - All right.

Get ready, darling. We’re going out.

- Where to this time? - To the hotel.

Don’t make me wait. Everything is paid for.

Polkan, brandy, chocolate, and some fruit.

For me, the usual.

Come on, come on!

Grigoryev? Valentin?

Yes.

I’ve been looking for you all over the Sloboda,

and you’ve been in the downtown.

- Thank God people told me. - Who are you?

I’m from the police. I have bad news.

Your daughter Yevgeniya... is dead.

- Zhenia? - She was killed last night.

Who?

Who?

We don’t know. We’re looking for the culprit, and we’ll find him.

She left home...

She ran away when she was 12. God, what are you doing to me?

I was looking, always looking for her... But I didn’t know where she was.

Excuse me, I have to ask. Did you know she was working for Momma?

- What? - She was a prostitute.

A prostitute...

I’m traveling with my crew. How would I know?

What are you doing in town?

- What? - What are you...

What am I doing? We’ve got an order. I’ve been at the construction for 3 days.

When was the previous time you came to town?

When did you last see your daughter? Was it when she was 12?

Yes?

She had her own ideas. And she wasn’t shy to voice them, either.

Let’s say she wasn’t. So?

Well... She hit this Polkan one of these days.

He was escorting some guests out of the bar.

So she gave him a good tongue-lashing over some psycho.

She said he should have sent him to the hospital instead of humoring him.

If I only could convince her to leave...

You shouldn’t take upon you more than you can carry.

She could have gotten education and quit her job.

She never believed it, though.

Because you weren’t her first... romantic suitor.

Nikolay, you’re free to go.

Really? You mean I can go?

Yes. I see no reason to detain you.

Don’t leave the city.

Come in.

Mr. Shtolman, Pasha has sent me to you.

Annette, your parents will be livid.

You should appreciate your uncle who takes you to crime scenes.

Yes, I’m extremely lucky.

They have cleaned up already. I had no problem with getting the key.

One might check in, unaware that a murder took place here.

Let’s start.

What’s stopping her? She had a reason to show herself to the student.

I just want to help.

Excuse me, which room has that couple entered?

- I don’t understand. - You understand very well.

Maybe she doesn’t want to be helped. It happens.

I don’t know what you imagined, but we’re a respected hotel. If you want a room...

She died a horrible death. There are people who want to know the details.

Annette, she might have her reasons. Reasons we don’t know about.

- What are you doing? - Are you afraid?

OK, I’m from the police. Answer me quickly.

Which room did they go to? An elderly man with a young lady.

- Who are you? - Play with me.

Ask. Ask.

- Please. - Quiet!

How do I know you’re with the police? Maybe you’re a jealous husband.

- I called for Zhenia. - I am Zhenia. Don’t you see?

Why?

I’ll just tickle you.

They are in Room 6.

The one where the murder took place?

That’s right. It has been cleaned up.

You are doing very bad things. I’ll tell everybody.

Open the door!

Just a minute.

What the hell are you doing here?

Yakov Platonych, I just wanted... We just wanted...

Help!

Untie me.

- Where is he? - He escaped. Untie me!

Untie the girl.

What are you waiting for? Untie me.

I don’t know his real name.

I know nothing about him. I was too afraid to ask.

I wanted to escape. He got mad. He’s a true Satan.

You say, the police...

What if he’s waiting for me outside?

He ran away. I don’t think he’ll approach you again.

What if he does?

Piotr Ivanovich... escort her home.

- I’ll come with you. - Thank you. I’m so grateful!

Let me get you home first, and then the young lady.

I’ll find my way home. Don’t worry.

I’ll get Anna home.

Goodbye.

Why did you refuse to drive the girl home, Yakov Platonych?

She doesn’t deserve it.

I never noticed you were a snob.

Excuse me! This Momma’s word chose her own path.

- Did she? - Yes.

Did she have a choice?

Not you, too! I’ve already talked to an idealistic student earlier.

He was trying to rehabilitate our victim.

What if he succeeded? They could have a long and happy life.

I wish. These dreams are too unrealistic.

Do you believe Zhenia was killed by this George?

It’s too early to say.

If not for your amateur actions, we’d have found out more.

Who put you up to this case?

One of her friends.

That’s what I thought. Lisa?

Please be careful. This psycho can be just anyone.

You care about me so much. Thank you.

Good morning.

Annette. Yes, yes.

I’m an old bon vivant, and I’m old enough for insomnia.

- You, on the other hand... - What about me?

A girl should look fresh as a daisy.

She needs her beauty sleep.

Where is it?

So... You have...

Yes. Yes. After seeing the girl home,

I met an old friend of mine.

Quiet.

A very old friend. Really old.

So, I met him, and we spent all night at the pub.

We were talking and talking. One thing after another... Memories of our youth.

He’s a talker. Oh yes, he is. A true chatterbox.

He’s a nice man, though. Great guy.

You look tired. Have you spent all night talking to spirits?

Why overstrain yourself? Every night... Remember our detective’s face.

He almost made me cry. And this angel begging for help.

She’s a child. Just a child.

“Buy some madeira for the lady!”

Of course... All women are like children.

Like children. They don’t want to answer grownup questions.

Why does she come at all? I got it!

She can’t withstand my will for long.

But she comes as a child so that she didn’t have to be responsible.

Uncle, you’re a genius!

You’re always welcome. I’ll go get some sleep.

It was a hard night.

Find me. Come on, find me!

Let’s play hide-and-seek.

Come on, come on!

Try. Look for me. Look for me.

Come on. Not even close.

No, no.

It’s getting warmer.

You’re close. You’re on fire.

Don’t ask me anything.

I decided to go. By myself.

I won’t tell you anything. Don’t bother me again.

This father is useless.

He hasn’t seen her since she was 12, since she ran away.

What a horrible life.

It’s good that he was drunk. He cried a bit and then accepted it.

I don’t know how I’d tell him otherwise.

Where is he now?

At the inn next to the marketplace. He works at the construction.

He’s been single since his wife died. No other children.

I hope the student is all right.

He’s not going to shoot himself, is he?

God forbid.

He shouldn’t come anywhere near the brothel.

It’s a trap for idealists.

Yakov Platonovich, you don’t believe in pure intentions

towards this kind of girls, do you?

The road to hell is paved with good intentions, Anton.

Do you still suspect Vershinin?

Not anymore. I think Zhenia was on a secret date with another man.

You mean George?

Maybe George, or maybe the respected Mr. Beletsky.

Did you find out the reason of Mrs. Grigoryeva’s death?

No. It was ten years ago. Do you think there is a connection?

Sometimes the past returns.

Hello, Anna Viktorovna.

That’s what she wanted. Yevgeniya wanted to be killed.

- Did she tell you that? - Yes.

- Did she give any explanation? - No. She doesn’t want to discuss it.

These spirits are so wilful these days. No respect to the law!

And you can’t summon them to the precinct, either.

Anna Viktorovna, I’m sorry.

Go to Grigoryev.

Easy. Come on, come on...

I will shoot! This is the police!

Are you hurt?

- What happened? - I grabbed the knife.

- Who was that? - I don’t know.

You need to go to the doctor. Why did they attack you?

I told you, I don’t know.

Come on.

Hello.

- Hello. What can I do for you? - Tell me, is the steward here?

Please follow me.

Hello. Steward Beletsky, at your service.

Yakov Shtolman, head of the detective department.

- Please take a seat. - Thank you.

How can I help you?

It’s about the girl from Aglaya Lvovna’s house, the one who was killed.

Did you know her?

Of course. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

Fair enough. Did you go there often?

- Sometimes. - Did you always take Yevgeniya with you?

I don’t remember. Probably.

- Did you refer her to Dr. Somov? - No. I didn’t send her to Somov.

- Are you sure? - Perfectly sure.

If you really had a relationship with a girl from Momma’s house,

wouldn’t you be worried about her help?

I don’t want to summon a respected person to the precinct.

So... the investigation needs your help.

- I understand, Yakov Platonych. - Thank you.

Hello, Yakov Platonych. Dinner?

No, thank you.

Hey! Find someone your own size. Gentlemen... Please.

Sir, could give me a minute of your precious time?

Whom was Grigoryeva meeting at the furnished rooms?

I don’t know anything. She wasn’t my best friend.

You’re lying. You know everything about anyone.

Leave me alone! I’m an invalid since childhood.

That’s why you became so cheeky.

- Don’t hit me! Please. - Tell me who this George is.

I met him here.

He looks like an ordinary clerk.

But there is something about his eyes.

I saw at once he was shrewd.

He’s not your ordinary guy.

If you only knew what he’s doing for his living.

Who is it?

Grigoryev. Anton Andreyevich brought him in.

They are waiting for you.

I didn’t have a good look at him. It was dark, and I was distracted.

Well, he’s young. Also, hefty.

You look pretty strong yourself, as far as I can tell.

- Yes, I still am quite strong. - Why did they attack you?

- How would I know? - There must be a reason.

I’m a peaceful man. I never hurt people. The crew is happy with me. I have no clue.

Any guesses?

I don’t know. I had my share of fights when I was young.

- But now I’m a respectable man. - Fine. What happened to your wife?

My wife? I’ve been a widower for ten years.

- I mean your late wife. - Well, she died.

How?

It was awful. She was attacked in the street.

Came home all beaten up and soon died.

Who attacked her and why?

To rob her, I guess. I don’t know who they were.

Don’t you think there is a connection?

Your daughter was killed.

So was your wife ten years ago. Someone tried to kill you. Why?

It’s all in God’s power.

Where are you going?

Yakov Platonych, you won’t believe it! Really!

Mr. Shtolman. It’s a nightmare! My girl is missing, Lisa.

REVENGE