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DETECTIVE ANNA

THE BLOODLESS SACRIFICE EPISODE 14

Anna has spent a whole day in a strange house!

Why not? Darya Pavlovna was the one who offered her to stay.

At least she sent us a note she would be late.

And now she has locked herself with her uncle.

What are they doing there for two hours.

Don’t you hear? Playing music.

It sounds suspicious.

Dunia Kokoshina’s spirit, come.

Baron Rompfel’s spirit, come. Baron Rompfel’s spirit, come.

Maybe it’s because of the music.

- Why would spirits mind it? - You’re not the best of musicians.

Do you want me to stop?

No, keep playing. Mom will leave me alone for as long as she hears the flute.

Yes, it’s like with snake charming.

Shall we switch places? Come on.

Weird. She was playing so badly, and now it sounds much better.

Darling, that’s what she needs practicing for. To get better.

When those two are together, I’m always worried.

I feel like they’re up up no good.

Uncle and niece fond of each other - what’s wrong about it?

Nothing, if the uncle isn’t such a good-for-nothing.

Masha... He is my brother, after all.

That’s what puzzles me.

- They won’t come? - Dunia’s spirit...

We don’t know what’s going on behind the veil.

It happens.

What would you ask Baron Rompfel about?

The baroness. How their life together was, whether he noticed something off.

Can you imagine Yekaterina von Rompfel slitting a girl’s throat?

Well, there was Countess Bathory.

In the Middle Ages. If anyone, it was Darya.

Darya has spent all her life in this back of the woods,

seeing no one, knowing nothing.

Suddenly comes her sister, looking 10 years younger.

Darya Pavlovna taking blood baths? The nice, homely Darya Pavlovna?

- Don’t be ridiculous. - I don’t know.

Thank you for giving shelter to poor pilgrims, ma’am.

We’ve been walking to Moscow all the way from Nizhny.

To Moscow, to pay our respects to the holy places.

Did they give you lunch.

Yes, thank you so much.

Good. You’ve probably seen and heard a lot on your way.

Yes, we keep our eyes open.

Do you want me to tell you a story you haven’t heard?

Yes, dear lady. We’d gladly listen.

Countess Bathory lived in an old castle in Hungary 500 years ago.

She would lure young girls, daughters of local peasants, to her castle

and kill them by letting their blood out.

All the blood, to the last drop.

She was walled up in her own room,

with only a bean-hole left to pass her food.

Since then she has been known as the Blood Countess Bathory.

500 years ago...

500 years ago... 500 years ago...

500 years ago...

Miss, a letter for you.

What kind of person this Pustylikha is?

The most popular medicine woman in town.

Is she? We’ll see. Have you seen Anna Viktorovna?

Not since yesterday.

I’m worried about her health.

She doesn’t spare herself with these spirits.

I wonder if she managed to talk... to someone.

Maybe you should become her apprentice. You’re so interested in her research.

I’m doing it for the sake of the cause.

Are you trying to annoy me on purpose? -No.

Don’t you know it’s dangerous?

I just say that, of course, this is pure superstition,

but sometimes her comments, naive as they are,

give a new direction to your omnipresent thought.

You are something else, Anton Andreyevich.

Ma’am! This is where she lives, Yakov Platonovich.

They brought me here as a boy to treat my earache. She’s good.

Anybody home?

I was expecting you. Is it about the late Kokoshina?

I told her at once I wasn’t going to mutilate her.

What do you mean?

She was pregnant.

Pregnant? With whose baby?

I don’t know. I never asked.

So you do abortions. It’s illegal, you know.

Fine, fine. She told me who the father was.

But promise me...

If he finds out it was me, he won’t leave me alone.

I promise you won’t get hurt.

It was Sila Frolov.

She used to tend to his mother at his house.

Did you prescribe pig blood to the old Mrs. Frolov?

I did.

What kind of devilish treatment is it?

God forbid! Don’t even say these things.

God! It’s a folk remedy. It works.

If you have problems with your investigation,

you should go to Mironova.

Why Mironova?

Let her ask Dunia who did it to her. I deal with living people, not the dead.

And this Mironova used to solve cases the police had no clue in.

Thank you for your advice.

A witch! A real witch, even if she’s from the gentry.

Goodbye.

- I suppose the case is solved. - Why do you think so?

Frolov got rid of his needy mistress who probably wanted him to marry her.

And the runaway groom? The baroness with her tale?

So many suspects to any taste.

Bravo, Anton Andreyevich. This sounds almost snarky.

But let’s see what Frolov tells us.

Put the samovar on. Be quick, my dear.

- Hello, Darya Pavlovna. - Anna, welcome!

I wanted to talk to Carolina.

She’s at the pond. I’m so glad you became friends.

She feels lonely here.

Hello!

Anna!

I’m glad to see you in good health. Your letter made me worry.

I waited for you desperately.

What happened?

Everything bad. I trust no one. I don’t know anyone. Just you.

I’m listening. Why don’t you tell me about it?

Gladly. Listen. I have a secret.

Two secrets.

So, they didn’t find Misha. That bastard!

I knew he was an airhead, but this!

Did he work for you, too?

Yes, sometimes. He’s a good groom.

Is that how he met Dunia?

I guess so.

- She was pregnant. - Is it a fact? What a villain!

Pregnant with your baby.

Who told you such a thing?

We have a reliable witness. What did she want? Marriage? Money?

She was going out with Misha. Everybody knew it except for her father.

I know you had a fling with her.

So what if I had? It was Misha’s baby, not mine.

He was the one who killed her.

Is it a new horse?

Yes. He’s... not much to look at.

OK, it’s the Molostovs’ black.

The black stallion? The one the groom rode away on?

Yes. I swear, my people found him in the field.

And the groom?

He wasn’t there. The horse was running around on his own.

Why didn’t you return it to Molostovs?

I was going to. Later.

- Whose is this? Do you know? - Misha’s. The groom’s.

How do you know?

I saw it before. It’s quite striking, even if old.

Where were you three nights ago?

- Here. At my stable. - Who saw you?

My grooms. Do you think I did that to Dunia?

Anton Andreyevich, talk to them.

And, of course, you don’t know where Misha is.

How would I know? I don’t follow him.

Where did you find the horse?

Here in the grove. Not far away.

There is a house there, by the way. Misha built it.

He uses it for fishing in the summer.

Where is the grove?

Follow this path, and you’ll see it. The house is also there.

Is it on the way to the Molostovs? Not far from here.

Yes.

- And don’t postpone returning the horse. - Who do you think I am?

My mother is very ill. Her disease got cute.

Acute.

She gets treatment in Vienna. She has two doctor there.

Ziegelschmeisser and Wolf.

Ziegelschmeisser and Wolf are not here. I’m scared for Mother.

She is such a nice woman. She doesn’t look sick.

Yes. It seems so in the first time. Did you hear the Countess Bathory story?

It’s her disease. She tells everybody.

Who’s here?

- Stop! Where are you going? - Sir! Sir!

Sir!

- Sir! - Who are you?

I didn’t kill her.

- The groom? - Yes.

When I was 12, we went to Bathory Castle.

It was close to ours.

On the road, there was too strong rain, snow, storm.

We had to stay in Countess room. We stayed.

Something went wrong with Mutter.

After that time, she started telling everyone.

I don’t know what to do. I don’t know!

Whom has she told this story here?

Everybody. Everybody! Servants, shoemaker, neighbors. Everyone.

So, Darya Pavlovna could have heard it even before the party.

This is my second secret.

Darya washes herself with blood to be pretty like Mother.

Wait, my dear. Listen to me.

In Csejte Castle near Vienna, there lived the Blood Countess Bathory.

Excuse me, ma’am, I have to go.

Wait. Where are you going? Listen to me.

She would lure young girls, daughters of local peasants...

You’ve told me already. I’m in a hurry.

On that night, before I met Misha, I saw Darya. She had the bucket.

Bucket with blood. She went to bathroom.

Could that be true?

She wants the policeman to think it was Mother.

Weird, but Dunia’s spirit also pointed at her.

Yes. Yes, come on. There must be blood in the bathroom.

Blood. Blood!

I told you.

I need to tell Shtolman immediately.

This is my blood! This is my blood!

I didn’t know Dunia was pregnant. It wasn’t my baby!

- She was still alive when I left. - Why is your knife smeared in blood?

It was at the stable. Anyone could take it.

- Why are you hiding if you’re innocent? - Because of that knife.

Did you hear the Blood Countess tale from the baroness?

Sure. Three times. She’s not right in the head.

Tells it to anyone.

Send to Vasilevskys! Stepa, to the pond, quick!

Leave this wood! To the arbor.

Yakov Platonovich, thank God you’re here. I was going to send for you.

What happened, Darya Pavlovna?

Katerina is missing. We can’t find her. She didn’t ask for the carriage.

She was seen leaving the manor in her house dress.

Lock him in somewhere.

Now you’ve had it, murderer. Come on.

Darya Pavlovna, I didn’t do it.

I should lock you in the pantry.

Darling, there’s no need to be so worried.

Poor mutter. She’s so ill! She left in her nightgown.

Don’t worry. They’ll find her. I’ll be right back. I’ll order some tea.

Spirit of Baron Rompfel, come. Spirit of Baron Rompfel, come.

Yakov Platonovich, something is wrong here.

The baroness is missing.

I know. I’ve already sent for the police.

That’s not all. There... in the bathroom... there is blood.

A full bucket.

We need to call Darya Pavlovna.

Ma’am!

Ma’am!

It’s me, Misha.

- They put me into a cage like a beast. - Why did you run?

Why? Because the whole world was chasing me.

- I’m innocent, I swear. - Where have you been?

You know where.

I came to the house and saw that some kind soul had left me some chow.

What?

Chow. Food. Thank you so much, Miss. I don’t know what I did to deserve it.

- Are you looking for someone? - Mother is missing.

- Your mother? - Yes. She is nowhere. Did you see?

I didn’t see. How would I? I was on the run myself.

- I saw her half an hour before. - What?

Half an hour before Dunia came to see me.

What did you say?

What I said.

Your mother or auntie killed that innocent soul.

Did you come to look for the knife Dunia was stabbed with?

Yes, Miss. Miss?

Don’t look at me.

Yes, I took the bucket. I did it. But try to understand!

The guests were coming. They were almost here. I went to the stable.

When I saw that horror... That poor girl.

That was all I could think about.

I grabbed the bucket and ran.

I thought they’d think it was like in Katia’s stories.

- What did you do with the blood? - I pour it out.

I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me. I was scared.

That’s for the court to decide. It’s called suppression of evidence.

What’s this?

Cranberry juice.

I make tinctures for my baths. I also add raspberries and briar rose.

Did you think I was...

taking blood baths?

She’s not here, either. I’ve checked twice.

- But don’t worry. We’ll find her. - Thank you, my dear.

I don’t think she’s on the grounds. The police are looking everywhere.

Come on. You need some rest.

I’m sorry, Mr. Shtolman.

I’m the craziest one... in our crazy family.

I thought it was blood in the bathroom. I’m worried about Mother.

Easy, easy. Come on. Where do we put her?

Katia, where have you been? What happened?

She was at my slaughterhouse. She walked the whole way.

Yekaterina Pavlovna, what were you doing there?

I’m tired. I...

She was watching the butchers slaughtering the cattle,

the blood flowing along the gutters.

- So that’s the blood he was talking about. - Who?

The baron’s spirit.

The baroness doesn’t know what she’s doing.

She could have killed her.

And Darya?

So could Darya.

She says she just took the bucket with blood.

But that’s just her words. Carolina has no alibi, either.

No, Carolina couldn’t do it. I believe her.

That’s a solid argument. The groom was arrested. Our first suspect.

Frolov could have killed her. Dunia was pregnant with his child.

Maybe she was blackmailing him.

So, the investigation is still on square one.

No, why? We’ve learned today many things we had no idea about yesterday.

Yes. An interesting family.

I’ll stay here overnight.

Again?

You saw Carolina. She is confused and scared.

I need to be with her.

The Molostovs are under suspicion. The baroness is not in her right mind.

It’s dangerous.

We need to keep an eye on the baroness. I’ll stay.

I strongly recommend against it.

I appreciate your concern, Yakov Platonovich.

But I can decide for myself.

Sometimes your decisions are too rash. I’m responsible for your well-being.

Since when, Yakov Platonovich?

Good night.

All right, prisoner. Let’s go to the precinct.

- Sir, I didn’t do it. I’m innocent. - Come on. Move it.

Sir, the baroness is crazy. I saw her on my way to meet with Dunia.

She killed her and ran away.

They already found her. Is the knife yours?

Yes, but anyone could have taken it. I’m innocent.

Come out. We’ll see about that. Move it.

Carolina. What if I do this and this, my dear?

Dasha, darling, are the hearts trumps?

Auntie, you’re cheating.

No, I just forgot! I forgot.

Darya Pavlovna, Mr. Mironov is here. He wants to come in.

Show him in.

Girls, we are not alone.

What a wonderful company. Good evening. You charming girls!

Come in, Piotr Ivanovich.

What an unexpected pleasure.

I came to visit my niece.

She has completely abandoned her home.

We are so please. Please join us. Take a seat. A game of cards?

What do we have here? Thank you.

Gin rummy? How about a round of poker?

Uncle.

Yes, of course. Gin rummy is funnier.

Fine, fine. Pass the cards.

Shtolman has sent me to you. Your parents are worried, too.

Excuse me. Dear ladies!

Good evening.

- What brings you here? - I’m on the lookout.

I thought what if...

He couldn’t have left the city because of me following him.

I told you not to do this.

I’m sorry. But, you see, I wanted to make sure.

I thought if he came back, I could follow him and... report to you.

That’s all. Nothing more.

And I was right.

The waiter told me the man we’re looking for... his name is...

Jean?

He’s a Frenchman.

Unfortunately, that’s all I could find out.

Why a Frenchman? Stay here.

Keep watching. But no more impromptus.

What about Frolov?

The grooms... They were talking among themselves...

saying that Frolov sends horse meat under the guise of pork.

I’m afraid Dunia had found out...

If this Jean doesn’t come before midnight, go home.

Bring Frolov to the precinct tomorrow.

Will do, Yakov Platonovich. You...

Bravo!

Well, thank you for the pleasant evening.

I’m going to bed.

Me, too.

It’s so cold and dark outside I can’t brace myself to go out.

I’m sorry, dear Piotr Ivanovich, but we don’t have spare room.

Please don’t go. Don’t leave me.

All right. Annett, time to go home. The carriage is waiting.

No, uncle, I’m staying. I’ll walk you outside.

Annett.

Where are your manners? I’m not leaving.

Yakov Platonovich recommended to take you away by force, if I have to.

I don’t want to hear about this gentleman.

You see for yourself everything is fine here.

Peace and quiet. The baroness is all right... again.

I will be fine.

- Lock your door from the inside. - You know I’m not alone.

- Thank you. I feel calmer. - Are you afraid of something?

- I’m afraid Mother will have a fit. - Don’t be. I’ll be in the next room.

Why don’t you ask the girl who was killed?

I did. She wouldn’t say. She probably didn’t see the murderer.

That’s very bad. We need to know. Good night.

Good night.

Who’s there?

Dunia’s spirit, come. Dunia’s spirit, come.

Dunia’s spirit...

What is it, Yakov Platonovich?

Coming so early, bringing me here...

Making me take off my boots.

Yes, I ordered to bring you here, but I have no idea about the boots.

Ask your assistant.

Find Korobeynikov.

Why is Frolov in his bare feet?

Frolov... Bare feet... Why is he barefooted?

Remember, Anna Viktorovna was talking about boots.

Are you out of your mind?

I took Frolov’s boots to Milts.

He found traces on them. It might be blood.

Bring him here.

- You look great in this suit. - Yes. I will ride on horse.

Are you sure? He seems restive.

I rode horses since I was little. I can teach you.

No, thanks. I prefer watching you.

Boots. Boots. Look funny.

But are comfortable.

Blood was found on your boots, between the sole and the heel.

- I visit the slaughterhouse every day. - It’s human blood.

How can you tell human blood from pig? Blood is blood.

Modern science can do that.

It’s human. Tell me the truth. Did you kill Dunia?

God bless me! Yes, I was there.

I saw the body. But it wasn’t me.

What were you doing there?

I came to see Misha. I wanted to offer him a side job.

Why didn’t you report the murder?

So that I didn’t have to sit here without my boots, explaining things.

How did the blood get onto your boots?

I don’t know. When I saw her, I thought she might be still alive.

I came closer and probably stepped into something.

Nice. Now, I’ll tell you what happened. You didn’t want to marry Dunia.

She was blackmailing you.

She knew from her father who works at the slaughterhouse

that you often sell horse meet instead of beef.

This is slander. It’s not true.

You followed her on her way to Misha. When the groom had left, you killed her

and made it look like it were the baroness.

I heard that bloody tale at the party, as well as you.

Dunia had already been dead.

You heard it before. Yekaterina tells it to everyone.

Did you meet her before that night?

I did. I did. So what?

It doesn’t mean I killed her. You have no proof.

You’d better confess. It might give you a lighter sentence.

They think they can prove everything with my boots!

It could be anyone.

You should look for blood on Carolina’s boots.

Carolina?

Yes. I gave her an identical pair last week.

And a habit.

Carriage! Quick!

What? What happened?

What’s wrong?

Give way! Give way!

Give way!

Anna.

- The boots. - Do you see the ghost again?

The boots. The boots.

Carolina, what are you doing? What are you doing?

Carolina!

Open the door!

Carolina, what are you doing?

Carolina!

Carolina, stop. Listen to me.

Why are you doing this? What do you need it for?

Carolina!

Carolina!

Carolina, what are you trying to do? Carolina!

Stop! I said stop!

Anna Viktorovna! Didn’t I... Didn’t I warn you? You never listen to me!

Blood traces were found inside the seams on your boots.

Save your efforts, Mr. Shtolman. I killed the girl.

But why?

Yakov Platonovich, I can’t keep the record like this.

Later, Anton Andreyevich. Draw a picture.

Were you jealous over that groom?

You’re an idiot, Mr. Shtolman. How could you think that?

My insane mother decided to go back home.

She said my father only left us his debts.

The castle is mortgaged, and we’ll have to live here.

I hated this goddamned country as soon as we crossed the border.

I hate this dirty savage of my aunt.

I hate this stinking house and stinking stable.

So you killed the girl to set up your mother.

There was no evidence against her.

I hoped our life here would become impossible and we’d go back to Vienna.

You will never see Vienna again. You’ll be sentenced to life.

You have no idea how this country looks in Siberia,

where you’ll be sent to.

500 years ago, in Csejte Castle near Vienna...

She’s doing it all the time.

Even when there is not a soul around to listen.

She never recovered after Carolina’s arrest.

- Maybe in Austria she can get help. - We’re leaving to Vienna in a week.

I’m sorry. So many things happened at once.

God is gracious. He never tests us beyond our capacity.

Anna, I wanted to ask you a favor. Could you get this to Carolina?

I can’t see her right now. Later.

There is food, clothes. It’s allowed, isn’t it?

It is. I’ll make sure she gets it.

Thank you. And thank you for coming. God bless you.

- Goodbye. - Take her back.

Excuse me.

The nice, wonderful Darya Pavlovna! How could I suspect her?

I had this thought, too. But now everything is clear. Carolina.

She came to the stable and saw the groom and Dunia fighting.

She was thinking fast.

When the groom had left, she took his knife and killed her.

Darya came later, got scared, and took the bucket with blood away.

Also, you saved my life.

I’m so used to being in your debt... it creates an illusion.

- Illusion of what? - Connection.

So, by risking your life time and again, you prolong this feeling?

Maybe there are easier ways. Did you think about that?

No. I’ll think about it tomorrow.

Now I can only think about... Carolina.

She’s not a monster, after all. She brought food to the runaway groom.

Another person’s soul is always dark, Anna Viktorovna.

- Even mine. - Sometimes I’m drawn to the darkness.

THE BLOODLESS SACRIFICE