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Nadezhda Dmitriyevna!

Nadezhda Dmitriyevna! It’s me, Anna.

Nadezhda Dmitriyevna!

Nadezhda Dmitriyevna.

Nadezhda Dmitriyevna?

Mukha! Come here. Come. Tell me what happened.

Mukha, what happened to your mistress?

What is it? What is it, boy? What happened?

What’s wrong?

God... Oh my God. Nadezhda Dmitriyevna.

God. Nadezhda Dmitriyevna. Let me help you.

Nadezhda Dmitriyevna. I'll get the doctor.

What’s this?

Help! Help!

Help!

Help!

Anybody!

Help!

Please! Over there... Please, help.

Help!

- Please, help. - What happened, Miss?

- Over there... Kurochkina’s house... - Kurochkina’s house?

Yes. A woman... She was attacked. What are you waiting for?

White rose in the garden, raven puppy in the night.

Moving strong, moving strong, nothing left for me to do.

Moving strong, moving strong...

One,

two,

three,

four, five.

Ready or not, here I come.

DETECTIVE ANNA

THE BLUE NOTEBOOK EPISODE 15

Anna Viktorovna, what are you doing here?

- I was the one who called the police. - Let her in.

How did you find out about it?

I... I came to see Nadezhda Dmitriyevna.

She... she... Her English was perfect.

- She was helping me with a translation. - Anton Andreyevich, get back to work.

She was helping me with my translation. Today, too.

When I came to the door, I saw it was cracked open. Weird.

The dog, Mukha... She was barking in a funny way.

- I came inside. She was lying there. - Where have you been all this time?

I... I ran away in panic. I ran to get help.

I’ve been here for 40 minutes.

So, you have been absent for about an hour.

Really? I don’t know. I didn’t notice.

- Come on, let’s talk. - Yes.

She used to give me English lessons.

She spoke it very well. It was a while ago.

Maybe two years. We’ve been in contact since then.

I kept turning to her for help with my translations.

All right. So you came to the house and saw the body.

No. She wasn’t a body. She was still alive and breathing.

Did she tell you anything?

No. I tried to help her up, but I couldn’t. And...

There was someone in the house.

Who?

I don’t know. It was dark. I heard quiet steps in the next room.

Here, Yakov Platonovich. It fell out when I tried to pick her up.

It was on her chest, under the shawl.

And you took it with you.

It was ill-advised. It’s evidence.

Yakov Platonovich, I... I was scared.

- This was written by a child. - I can see that.

Go home. Come on, go. Come to the precinct tomorrow morning.

- Give me the notebook. - No. What for?

Please. Just for one night, to look through it.

You know it’s against the rules.

Yakov Platonovich, I know your German is perfect.

How about your English?

Not so perfect.

Give it to me for translation. Please. I’ll return it tomorrow.

Just for one night.

I know this is hard for you. Try not to think about it.

Drive Anna Viktorovna home in our carriage.

Yes, sir.

Yakov Platonovich, come here!

A footprint. I suppose the criminal had left through the window.

Also, a clue.

Besides, I’ve found something else.

The bastard took the spoons! He rummaged in the cupboard.

Forget the spoons. Yakov Platonovich, here is a door to the cellar.

- Yakov Platonovich. - Yes?

Have a look.

Yes. I suppose this is where the brick used to be, the weapon.

- Take a photo. - Of course.

I don’t understand.

Did the killer go to the cellar first, take the brick,

go back upstairs, and kill the lady?

Yes. It’s too complicated.

- Maybe he was looking for jewelry. - Does this spinster even have any?

What does Anna Viktorovna think?

You know, I forgot to ask her. Make more photographs here.

And take a couple of bricks for examination.

Will do.

Is the notebook yours?

I like your poems.

- I’m sorry. I didn’t want to scare you. - It’s all right.

I’m sorry, I... I’ve probably walked all the way...

Yes. To my house.

I’m sorry. I was deep in my thoughts.

Isn’t it nice to go for the walk early in the morning?

It’s half past four, I believe. I usually wake up around this time.

I’m an old man. But you? Young people usually sleep at this time.

I had a rough night.

Let me introduce myself. Razumovsky, Kirill Vladimirovich.

Your neighbor, I presume.

I’m so sorry. I... I was really lost in thought. Sorry.

Everybody talks about your extraordinary talent.

They exaggerate it.

I know a couple of mediums in St. Petersburg,

but they are mostly frauds.

I can imagine. Again, I’m sorry. Goodbye.

Yes.

He’s here.

Hello, Your High Nobleness.

How do you greet your seniors?

I asked how you greet your seniors.

Precinct, shun!

Your High Nobleness, there were no incidents in the time of your absence.

Stand easy.

Now it’s starting.

It will get worse. We will remember Ivan Kuzmich more than once.

Why did they have to send him into retirement at just 68?

- In the prime of his life. - Yes.

- What’s this? - A palm tree.

I can see it’s a palm tree. Why is the ground dry? Who waters it?

The orderly, when necessary, Your High Nobleness.

Set up a schedule and report to me.

A palm-watering schedule! Did you hear that?

I suppose he’ll make up to solve crimes on schedule, too.

I’ve never seen a boss like this one.

- What is this book? - A ledger of arrests, Your High Nobleness.

- How many have you arrested today? - None, Your High Nobleness.

It’s 9 AM, and still no arrests! Is that what you call police work?

What are you doing here?

I’ll teach you how it’s done.

- Where is the detective department? - This way, sir.

He’s heading here.

All right. Is this the detective department?

Head of the detective department,

court counselor Yakov Platonovich Shtolman.

Deputy detective, collegiate assessor Anton Andreyevich Korobeynikov.

Nikolay Vasilyevich Tregubov, your new boss.

I heard a lot about you, Mr. Shtolman.

About your methods and personality, yes. I think we’ll get along just fine.

I was told you were investigating a murder.

- Yes, sir. - How is it going?

The victim, Miss Kurochkina, had never been married. A spinster.

Led a secluded life, earned her living with private lessons and as a governess.

What else?

Everything was turned upside down in the house.

The murderer took the silver and some other petty valuables.

- So, a trivial break-in. - I don’t know.

- The murder weapon? - A brick. Found next to the body.

Keep looking, Yakov Platonovich. Keep looking.

We are, Nikolay Vasilyevich.

Please order the archivists to look for any records regarding Miss Kurochkina.

I’ll give my orders.

Good morning.

Good morning.

- Morning, sweetheart. - Morning.

Where is Uncle?

He’ll come down to lunch. He doesn’t feel well.

Again?

It’s the same sickness. He can’t seem to overcome it.

It’s only the third day.

It’s time for him to get better. I can’t even pass by his door.

I’m afraid the smell will make me tipsy, like a bottle of champagne.

Our neighbor is back.

- Prince Razumovsky? Yes, a few days back. - I’ve never seen him before.

His last visit was around five years ago.

Eight.

Time flies by. He holds a high position in St. Petersburg.

A statesman.

He’s retired now.

He doesn’t come here often. Where did you see him?

He was in his garden.

I have to go.

Where to?

To the precinct.

Yakov Platonovich ordered an English translation from me.

I need to take it to him.

It’s like you are a police officer.

I don’t see anything wrong in helping Yakov Platonovich with this trifle.

I hope you won’t stay there till late.

Don’t worry about me. Just don’t.

How is it going, Anton Andreyevich?

Everything is ready. Photographs of the crime scene.

I need you to question the victim’s acquaintances and neighbors.

I’ll be ready in a minute.

What is this?

- The body. - No, over here. Under the tallboy foot.

A doll.

A soldier. A tin soldier.

Why didn’t you notice it when taking the photo?

Excuse me, it was dark there, even with candlelight.

A magnesium flash illuminates every small detail,

but you can see it only later in the photo.

We need to search the scene once again thoroughly in the daylight.

Come on.

You were right. A toy soldier.

What did I tell you? A British grenadier of the Napoleon time.

- It wasn’t made in Russia. - Why not?

It’s too detailed.

Do you mean the spinster was playing toy soldiers?

Anton Andreyevich, take another look around.

The culprit’s clothes or shoes might have traces of ink on them.

The back door!

The lock was picked.

The front and back doors are seen from the road, so he used the window.

Anton Andreyevich, check the other windows.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

How do you do, miss Anna?

They told me at the precinct you were here.

I’ve finished the translation.

It wasn’t that hard. It’s just poems and counting rhymes.

Anton Andreyevich, search the kitchen and bedroom.

Of course.

This girl is very gifted. She’s no more than 8.

And she’s already a poet. Wait! How do you know?

I saw her. She came to me last night, reciting one and the same counting rhyme.

A vision? So, she spoke in rhymes. Why didn’t she just say who she was?

I don’t know.

The spirits don’t abide the rules of logic.

It’s true. Visions are like a dream, and dreams have no logic in them.

Anton Andreyevich, have you finished the search?

Not yet. But I... Back to work.

Why keep these weird texts? They are weird.

They are full of imagination and talent, but absolutely irrational.

It’s as if they were written not by a child and not for the children.

What does it tell us?

Someone broke into the house, killed the mistress, and stole the silver.

A trivial crime. But you’re right.

There is something weird about this notebook.

Can I take a look at the cellar?

- Anton Andreyevich. - Yes.

Take Anna Viktorovna to the cellar.

Just make sure first that there are no surprises inside.

Of course.

Hello.

Hello, my good man. Do you stand here every day?

Yes, when there are no clients.

And when there are, you still look at the street sometimes, don’t you?

- Do you want a haircut or a shaving? - No, thanks. I’m from the police.

Oh, I see. I understand.

You probably know everybody around here.

Of course. They all come to me to get their hair cut.

How often did you see Miss Kurochkina?

I used to see her every day before she was killed.

Did she have visitors?

How do I know? I wasn’t friends with her.

But you do look at her door every day.

Nobody ever came to her. She lived alone.

Nobody? They say she used to give private lessons.

Yes, but it was a long time ago.

- Is the shoeshine man here every day? - He is.

Where is he now?

He was drunk when he came this morning.

Must be asleep in the back.

- Thank you. - You’re welcome

Policemen!

Careful.

Anna Viktorovna.

She’s there.

- Who? - The girl.

Anna Viktorovna.

Get him to the precinct. Into a single cell.

Anton Andreyevich, take his box and the boots. Be careful.

I need to talk to you, but we’d better do it at the precinct.

Of course.

What about the murderer?

He’s dead-drunk.

It’s no use to talk to him before tomorrow.

I see. Brilliant work, Yakov Platonovich. Brilliant.

Thank you. There are some discrepancies, though. The murder weapon, the brick.

Looks like he first went to the cellar to get it.

He might be helping Kurochkina around.

Then he took a brick and hit her.

Maybe. There’s more, though. A toy soldier.

A toy soldier, a notebook - these are flimsy ideas.

The boots are a fact. Close the case.

As you remember, I requested information from the archives on Kurochkina’s past.

As a matter of fact, she did. The case is at your desk.

But the case is clear. Why rummage in the past?

- Yakov Platonovich. - Yes?

I found something interesting in the shoe shiner’s box.

A Cuban cigar. Where did he get it?

It probably costs six months of his earnings.

Excuse me, I probably shouldn’t have bothered you.

- The case is closed. - How?

Just like that. The culprit is under arrest.

The boss is happy.

It was the shoe shiner.

Yakov Platonovich, you don’t think it’s that simple, do you?

My experience tells me that motives are often simple and trivial.

Yes, but Kurochkina was keeping this diary.

One thousand theories.

Suppose Miss Kurochkina preserved it

as a keepsake from her ward, a little English girl.

Not just preserved, but hid it.

I agree, there is something weird about it.

The only weird thing is something encoded in the notebook.

Maybe. But it doesn’t have anything to do with the case.

We need to check.

Yes, we need to check it. We need to decode these texts. Now.

Are you a cryptographer, too?

No, I’m not, but I know who we can turn to.

- I’ll come with you. - But...

No buts. I did the translation.

Please!

I can’t argue with you. Fine. Let’s go to school.

To school?

To school. Stay here. I’ll give some directions.

“Please present the materials pertinent to the case of Mr. Laurens,

a British national, killed during the arrest May 16, 1880, in Zatonsk.

The requested material is needed in connection with the investigation

of the murder of N. Kurochkina, a governess employed by Mr. Lawrence.

There are reasons to suspect a connection between the said cases.”

Signed, Shtolman.

I’ll send it by wireless.

No, don’t do that. Send a courier with the evening train.

Tell him to give it only to Colonel Varfolomeyev himself.

Yes, sir. Yakov Platonovich, could it be an espionage case?

The archive materials say that Lawrence, who came from St. Petersburg,

hired Kurochkina as a governess for his daughter.

Soon, secret police agents came after him. He resisted the arrest and was killed.

Oh God.

Kurochkina was a witness in the case.

Lawrence’s seven-year-old daughter vanished without a trace.

- And we found an encoded notebook. - Yes.

What does the detective department want from Pavel Ivanovich?

I’d like to call him as a consultant in a case.

Oh, I see. All right.

You know, recently he had visitors from St. Petersburg,

from the gendarme department. Yes. Do you need to solve a puzzle, too?

It’s classified information.

I see, I see. They were very secretive, too.

This way, please. Pavel Ivanovich is teaching to slow learners.

Mathematics is a hard subject. Not everybody can do it.

Pavel Ivanovich has high requirements, too.

Pavel Ivanovich, don’t get carried away. They are 5th year students.

It’s all within the syllabus. Maybe a bit more extensive.

I can see that... on your students’ faces.

Excuse us for this interruption.

We are finished. Have you wrote down your assignment?

Off you go.

Please meet Yakov Platonovich and Anna Viktorovna.

They’ll tell you about their business. I’ll leave you to it.

Nice to meet you. How can I help?

I represent the police department. We are working on a case.

I heard a lot about your talent.

You used to help the police in St. Petersburg.

I’d prefer not to talk about that.

I understand.

I was transferred here a while back and found out you were in Zatonsk.

I was born here. Yes, it happened so I had to quit from the university.

I need your help in deciphering some evidence, if you don’t mind.

I’ll probably say yes, but there is one circumstance.

- Can we talk in private? - Of course.

Excuse me.

It’s a deal.

Definitely.

- I’ll start today. - Thank you.

Goodbye.

Is your English fluent enough?

I suppose so.

I could help you, if you need me to.

Anna Viktorovna has translated these texts.

I’d gladly use your help. I’m sure I’ll need it.

But I need to look through the texts first.

Let me know when you need me. Here’s... here’s the address.

Here.

See you soon.

Pavel was impressed. I must say, so was I.

No woman I’ve ever met in my life

would write her address on the blackboard the way you did.

You think I was too frivolous?

Any other woman would seem so, yes. But not you.

Did Pavel Ivanovich study in St. Petersburg?

Yes, the mathematics department.

He proved himself as an outstanding cryptographer.

That’s why the police were using him.

Why did he leave the university?

I don’t know.

You can ask him.

I’m sure he’d gladly tell you all about himself.

You’re jealous.

Not at all. Now you finally have a new object for your attention,

and I’ll be able to concentrate on my work.

What are you talking about?

I saw the way you looked at this prodigy.

What do you mean?

Goodbye, Anna Viktorovna.

Yakov Platonovich... when will we meet again?

To go to Pavel Ivanovich.

You gave him your address. I’m sure he’ll find you himself.

So, your daughter is of marriage age...

Uncle. Uncle, isn’t it enough? Really. It’s been three days. Are you all right?

Uncle!

I’m in hiding. I told them I was sick.

But I’m actually in bad shape. Tomorrow...

Yes, tomorrow. Tell me, does Shtolman know?

About what?

That the prince is here.

It’s the Razumovsky, the one Shtolman had a duel with.

Annette!

Can you go downstairs and find out what he wants?

Thank you for the coffee. I came without ceremony, as a neighbor.

You did the right thing, Your Excellence. We’re glad.

No ceremonies, please. I’m sorry Piotr Ivanovich is sick.

Yes.

I heard your daughter also is a gifted medium.

It’s just rumors.

- What if I ask her to consult me? - She’s just playing at it.

Young people are imaginative and full of fantasies.

Anna Viktorovna, we were talking about your gift.

Could you walk me to the border of my grounds?

I need your help.

Of course. I’m happy to be of service.

I’ll kidnap your daughter, but just for a few minutes

and not farther than the garden.

Of course, Your Excellence. Goodbye, Your Excellence.

Please drop the titles. We’re neighbors.

The thing I’m going to tell you has to stay between us.

Of course. You can trust me.

You see, lately I’ve been hearing a voice.

It’s a little girl reciting an English poem.

No, I’m not crazy, believe me.

I never heard any voices or had visions. But this...

What can I do for you?

Talk to this little girl. Please.

You are a medium. Maybe she’ll leave me be.

You see, I... I don’t know.

I hear the voice every night. I’m absolutely exhausted.

What does she say?

She wants me to give some notebook back to her.

Do you know anything about it?

No. Of course not.

All right, I won’t beat around the bushes. Anna Viktorovna,

she mentioned you by name and said you knew where it was.

I don’t have it.

Please, Anna Viktorovna. She’s torturing me.

I’m sorry.

- Alice, are you ready? - I am.

Write it down. A star, a rose...

a black puppy, a chain, a cat.

Ready? Get to it.

Write a poem with these words in it. You know the rules.

Yes, Daddy.

White rose in the garden, raven puppy in the night.

All the heaven looks pale.

Moving strong, moving strong...

moving strong, nothing left for me to do.

I walk as in a daze with a cat on a chain.

THE BLUE NOTEBOOK