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Who was screaming? You?

No, I was asleep. I heard something through my sleep,

but I thought it was from the street.

From the street...

Where is your mistress?

Asleep in her bedroom, of course. Where else?

- Where is her bedroom? - Upstairs to the left.

- What’s there? - The nursery.

One,

two,

three,

four, five.

Ready or not, here I come.

DETECTIVE ANNA

THE NIGHT GUEST EPISODE 17

I touched her, and she was still warm. But her eyes were glassy.

I knew at once she was dead.

Weird. You said you heard the scream from outside.

How come nobody woke up in the house?

Their maid heard something, but she was groggy and wasn’t sure

where it was coming from.

What can I say? The death was caused by a blow with a heavy blunt object.

See, her skull is broken from left ear to the basis.

- Did you find the weapon? - No, sir.

I have a request. If you don’t really need me, can I go, please?

- Of course. You’re free to go. - Thank you.

Anton Andreyevich, search the scene thoroughly.

Every detail counts.

We’re on it, Yakov Platonovich.

Interestingly, they didn’t take anything valuable.

Money, jewelry - nothing was touched. There’s a lot of dust around.

The lady was obviously going to leave. She didn’t have time to, though.

Yes. She might have heard some noise, looked inside, and...

fell victim to the villain.

When you finish here, check all windows and doors. I’ll talk to the residents.

Will do.

Did any of you hear the scream?

We were asleep, so nobody heard it. Vikenty Tatarinov.

My nephew.

- And who are you, excuse me? - Pakhomovna. I’m a housekeeper.

Is there anyone else in the house?

My maid Susanna.

Also, my nephew’s wife Ksenia used to live here.

Did you sleep like this? Fully clothed?

I felt drowsy, lied down, and didn’t notice how I fell asleep.

Weird. In the middle of the night you are dressed for travel.

And your wife was dressed to the nines, with her things packed. Were you leaving?

Yes. We were.

We were going to leave to Moscow on the first train.

I booked the tickets.

Without even telling me!

Sneaking out the house without a goodbye, like a thief!

Auntie, you told me to go! You weren’t happy to have me here.

Why would I be? I can see it in your eyes why you’re courting the sick old lady.

Come on, Auntie! That’s enough. My wife was killed, do you realize it?

- Are you the maid? - Yes. Susanna.

How long have you been working for Benetsianova?

Not long. I’m from Saratov. I worked there for a good family, too.

- Why did you leave them, then? - Did you do something wrong?

No, of course not. The family has left abroad.

I have recommendations. From another family, too.

Come to the precinct tomorrow and bring your letters of recommendation.

Milady is sick. Call the doctor, now!

Oh God.

Pakhomovna!

- They have no problem with hearing. - Yes.

There are no signs of break-in.

Either the murderer lives here, or one of the residents let him in.

Susanna?

We can’t rule out anyone just yet. Except for the lady of the house.

She isn’t strong enough for that blow. But she could have opened the door.

By the way, this is a nursery, but where is the child?

It’s a well-known story.

Antonina Bentsianova, the mistress, lost a son 20 years ago.

What happened?

He was skating on the river and fell through the ice.

A bout of pneumonia, and... They couldn’t save him.

How old was he?

- Seven. - Oh God.

Yes. Bentsianova almost never goes out since then and rarely entertains.

She’s still in mourning for her Petrusha.

The room still looks as if it were lived in.

Yes.

- Why was the body found here? - It’s a mystery.

Go ahead, brother.

Her head was smashed, and the floor is covered with blood.

An innocent soul was killed. Poor thing...

Who could have raised a hand to her?

Maybe it was a thief.

What horror.

- Is someone killed? - Yes. The wife of Benetsianova’s nephew.

The wife of Benetsianova’s nephew was killed...

in her house.

That’s awful.

Yes, it is.

Did you know her?

Benetsianova approached me a while ago... as a medium.

She wanted me to teach her to communicate with her son’s spirit.

Poor thing. She must have lost her mind with grief.

Bentsianova claimed that she was feeling her son’s presence.

She talks to him and is certain that he hears and understands her.

Praskovya.

I always said that any intrusion into the spirits’ existence

without certain knowledge and skills should be punishable.

It certainly affects the peace of mind. Goodbye.

Uncle, why blame yourself? This wasn’t your fault.

I could have done something, protect her somehow.

And what did I do? I stepped aside.

I thought, let the crazy old lady do whatever she wants.

And now we have this.

You can’t really think that an evil spirit has caused this death.

Anything is possible. Benetsianova definitely needs our help.

I’m an orphan. I spent my childhood in wanderings.

Then I found work in Penza, in a merchant’s family.

Then moved to Saratov.

What happened in Penza?

- The merchant’s wife became jealous. - Did she have a reason?

It’s a lie! A gossip. Nothing happened.

Your former master gives you generous praise.

Hard-working, helpful, cleanly...

The second guild merchant Voyevodin.

Go on.

In Saratov, I worked for a doctor. But they sold their house and left abroad.

I couldn’t find anything else in Saratov.

Again, excellent recommendations. Well-behaved, diligent, smart...

Dr. Vanin. What brought you here, to our Zatonsk?

I had passed by it once before, and I liked it a lot.

I found a job at once.

I’ve been with Bentsianova for two months.

You must get very tired. Your mistress isn’t an easy person.

I have no complaints.

Sometimes it’s hard, though.

That’s why you sleep so soundly, I suppose.

The victim cried very loudly.

Even the policeman in the street could hear her.

I also heard it through my sleep, but I thought it was coming from the outside.

I see. Did you see anything suspicious in the house before the murder?

Maybe you heard something.

Nothing unusual. Everything was normal.

- And I don’t eavesdrop. - This is commendable.

All right, you can go.

Don’t leave town. We might need you later.

All right. Goodbye.

Anton Andreyevich, send a request by the wireless to Penza and Saratov police.

Let’s see why this young and single girl is traveling around.

Any news about the Frenchman?

No clues. He never came back to his old apartment or to the prince’s house.

I stationed our man there.

And no traces of the blue notebook.

Lift the surveillance from the prince’s house.

But...

Do it. An awkward spy can only spoil everything.

I have other methods.

Whatever you say.

Uncle, do you really think a spirit, having gotten freedom,

would appear just to settle living people’s problems?

Some spirits can’t find peace because they have an unfinished business here.

They are also subjects to passion.

The can be overcame by frustration, anger, hurt, or revenge.

Fine. What if there is no chance for them to find solace?

What then? Eternal torture?

One can try to console the spirit.

Console the spirit? How? Get it to confession?

Uncle, you must be joking.

There was this case...

A series of mysterious deaths at an English manor.

A baronet killed himself.

His son fell from a horse, breaking his neck.

The housekeeper tripped on the stairs, fell down, and died.

It appeared all this was the doing of an unsettled spirit of a woman

abandoned by her lover.

A French medium found a way to give her peace.

He persuaded her to forgive her lover, and she did.

So, he acted as both a medium and a psychologist.

If a spirit has something to do with Kseniya Tatarinova’s murder,

it means that it has some purpose.

And a person with whose hands it’s planning to reach it.

We need to go to Benetsianova.

It’s not the best of times, but we can’t put it off.

He was possessed. He killed his wife, being in a state.

I don’t know. I can’t believe he is so cruel.

He looks like a decent man.

Who else could it be? The police told him not to go anywhere.

Why would they do it?

I’m afraid to stay under one roof with him.

Come on. Don’t be like that. It could be some criminal.

Next you’ll say it was the devil himself. God forgive me.

Who is here?

Who is here? Who called you here?

Get away, you trump!

She’s so brave. She wasn’t scared at all.

There is something wrong with this house. It all started with this Tatarinov.

It all went haywire since he came here.

You must be jealous.

You’ve served here all your life,

and now this Tatarinov will be the only heir,

and you’ll get nothing.

I don’t know about that.

I didn’t see the will, and I can’t read.

Who is this? What did you want?

It’s me. Hello. Piotr Mironov. My niece, Anna.

I’m not well enough to receive guests.

We came to help you.

I don’t need help.

Maybe something for my heartache.

Antonina Markovna,

I think we need to investigate the death of your niece-in-law.

Leave it to the police.

I’ve had enough questions. I... Here.

You see how weak I am? I can’t even get off my bed.

Allow me.

Antonina Markovna, it has something to do with supernatural forces.

What are you talking about? Sir!

What could supernatural forces have against Kseniya?

That’s what we’re trying to find out. Did you talk to any other mediums?

Maybe you tried some rituals yourself?

I only take pills and drops.

That’s all my rituals.

After Petrusha died, days come and go.

I don’t even realize if it’s winter or summer.

Did you hear anything from Petrusha?

Enough. Leave me alone. Petrusha...

I’m tired of your tricks! You only want my money!

That’s why you’re doing it.

Antonina Markovna, please understand.

Kseniya could fall victim of your amateurish flirt with the spirits.

It’s important.

What? Do you blame me? Nonsense?

We just wanted to help.

Leave me! Leave me alone! Enough!

These vibrations... So much dark energy.

It’s like she herself is possessed with an evil spirit.

Do me a favor. Show me the room where they found Kseniya.

We can’t get inside.

I won’t find out anything if I don’t get inside.

Annette.

Please understand. It’s important that I go in.

I can’t. It’s against the orders.

Bentsianova will fire me, and the police will arrest me.

Annette.

- Hello, Yakov Platonovich. - Hello.

Hello, gentlemen. Are you comfortable here?

- Thank you. - We don’t need much.

Let’s get straight to business.

I’ve called you, gentlemen,

because I needed my own people, independent from the local police,

as well as the one in Petersburg. It’s a sensitive case.

We understand.

It’s not our first case, Yakov Platonovich.

We’ve been places with you.

That’s why you’re here. You’ll be paid according to our agreement.

Of course.

- The letter from the colonel. - Of course. Here.

We have two tasks, gentlemen.

Jean Lassalle, Frenchman, heavily built, around 50 years.

Locate him and start surveillance.

Secondly, set a post near Prince Razumovsky’s house.

Register all visitors.

Who they are, where they come from. Report to me every night.

In case of emergency - at any time. When you send me notes,

sign them as usual, Bug and Dandy.

Just a minute.

Start at once. I’m glad to see you, gentlemen.

- So are we. - Goodbye.

Kseniya Tatarinova’s spirit, come.

I don’t feel well. My heart aches so much! What if I get a stroke?

Nobody will come to ask if I’m alive.

Kseniya Tatarinova’s spirit, come.

The servants don’t care.

Who will mind me when my arms and legs stop working?

My nephew only wants my money.

Kseniya Tatarinova’s spirit, come.

Who will care about me when I’m old? I don’t know.

Kseniya.

- Let me go. Please let go! - Who was it? Who hit you?

- Poor Anatol. He’s waiting for me. - Who? Who is Anatol?

Let me go! I need to go to Monastyrskaya.

Please let me go! He’s waiting for me.

Who is going to pray for me?

She wouldn’t answer my questions, as if she couldn’t hear me at all.

She kept asking to let her go.

Let her go?

Yes. She wanted to go to some Anatol. She literally wouldn’t stop saying that.

It happens, you know.

To those who have recently left this world

and hasn’t yet realized that he’s already on the other side.

These spirits are usually obsessed with the last wish they had in life.

Looks like she was supposed to meet that Anatol before she died.

I need to tell Shtolman.

Did Tatarinov kill his wife?

I don’t know. He had booked two tickets to Moscow just before that.

To create a distraction.

Or they might have fought before they left.

Why did they fight in the late boy’s room? They had one of their own.

Yes, this is strange.

Yakov Platonovich, Anton Andreyevich. I have an important message for you.

Kseniya was supposed to meet someone named Anatol that night.

Good morning, Anna Viktorovna. I can’t be happy for this gentleman,

since we haven’t been introduced. Please sit down.

I’m sorry for this mess. I was in a hurry.

Kseniya Tatarinova was going to meet a man named Anatol on Monastyrskaya.

I think they were having an affair.

May I ask who has involved you into this?

Which one doesn’t trust the police, Bentsianova or Tatarinov?

Kseniya... She’s running around, desperate to get to this Anatol. She’s in love.

Again, gossip column from behind the veil.

You can be sarcastic as much as you like, but at least check it.

Anton Andreyevich, do me a favor.

We’ll check it. There's not many houses on Monastyrskaya St.

Or men named Anatol.

- There is something else. - Please sit down.

There is a spirit haunting Bentsianova’s house.

This is definitely out of our range.

Yes, but it’s the spirit of her late son. The one who died 20 years ago.

I heard about it. Very sad.

The boy fell through the ice and got a pneumonia.

But it happened 20 years ago.

But Bentsianova believes her Petrusha can come back.

It’s easy to understand.

She’s hiding something. Something connected with that spirit.

I’m afraid it’s not in my power - questioning Bentsianova

about her relations with the spiritual world.

It’s rather your cup of tea.

The notebook has created quite a stir. This is such a bad timing.

We managed to sweep it under the rug in St. Petersburg.

Good thing the case was taken from Shtolman before he solved it.

Don’t be so dramatic.

I’m not, Prince. You are taking it too easy.

Varfolomeyev won’t stop digging. The empress knows about it.

She is worried, and she wants you to know it.

Is this all that brought you all the way from St. Petersburg?

Is it not enough?

Her Majesty also says she doesn’t believe in libel

and is totally on your side, but you should be careful.

It was a done deal.

I persuaded Kurochkina to sell the notebook. Nobody would know.

Who could have guesses that crazy girl would be there

and would kill Kurochkina?

Where is the notebook?

I burned it. Don’t worry.

So I can tell our friends positively that you’ve done it?

You don’t trust me?

I just want to make sure. And the English girl?

Everything’s fine. She’s at the mental clinic.

- For how long? - For good. Enough about that.

You know we’re expected to act decisively regarding this range.

It bothers them. And the presence of Shtolman,

reporting Varfolomeyev our every move...

Nina, why don’t we get rid of him?

No. No way. It would only play into Varfolomeyev’s hands.

Why? Messr. Jean could stage an accidental death in the discharge of his duty.

No. It’s not the time. Messr. Jean shouldn’t come to town at all.

I offered him my hospitality for an indefinite term.

Nobody will look for him here.

Good.

I’m leaving tonight. Nobody can know I was here.

I’m not going to report this to Shtolman.

Unless you go on a date with him...

These jokes of yours...

Come on.

There is only one man living in Monastyrskaya who could be that Anatol.

- Anatily Kireyev, an officer. - What do we know about him?

Not much. A man of pleasure. He likes to drink, but is quite moderate.

He came to Zatonsk around 2 months ago.

He was passing by, but stayed for some unknown reasons.

Is there a connection to the victim, Kseniya Tatarinova?

His landlady proved to be very curious and watchful.

What would we do without watchful citizens?

Yes. She told me a lady with a veil used to visit Anatol.

She probably didn’t have a chance to see her face.

However, the landlady was snooping around Kireyev’s room in his absence

and found out the name of his lady love.

And she is?...

She signed her letters Kseniya T. - Tatarinova.

We loved each other and were going to elope that night.

Really? Here is what I think happened.

You came to Kseniya’s house, had a fight with her.

She refused to come with you, and you hit her on the head.

What are you talking about? I wasn’t there.

I’d been waiting for Kseniya all night at the post station.

It won’t be hard to confirm. Right, Anton Andreyevich?

I loved her.

How long did your affair last?

Six weeks, two months... I’m not sure. It was like in a fairytale daze.

She’s a miracle, and her husband is a stupid tyrant.

So you persuaded Kseniya to leave him and come with you.

Do you know anything about real love?

Do you know what an undying passion is?

And there is only this loser standing in your way!

I’d been asking her to leave him for a while, but she wouldn’t agree.

You can’t hide an affair with a married woman in a small town.

You’re right. Yesterday, Tatarinov paid me an unexpected visit while Kseniya...

Well, Ksenia was with me.

You can’t imagine what happened next.

An ugly scene, I must tell you, Tatarinov trying to strangle Kseniya.

Did you allow Tatarinov to strangle a woman you loved?

I stopped him. Yes. It was horrible.

I dragged him away. I didn’t want to let Kseniya come with him.

I was scared for her. But he’s a husband. What could I do?

He took her home after all.

He was enraged and ready to do anything, you know?

Can’t say I do.

You let the poor woman go home with a husband

who had earlier tried to strangle her, and stayed here to finish your wine?

What are you implying?

I’m trying to recover the chain of events.

What could I have done? He’s her husband.

Kseniya and I were supposed to elope...

that night. She sent me a note.

Here. In two hours. She agreed to run away, after all.

Immediately, because otherwise her husband would take her away to Moscow.

I had been waiting for her all night. It was out last chance.

Stay with this Don Juan until Korobeynikov comes back.

If his alibi isn’t confirmed, send him to the precinct.

Yes, sir.

Anyway, don’t leave the city.

Stop.

Wait here.

Who is this boy?

Vania. He’s an orphan. He asked me for food, so I gave him some.

- Does he come often? - Whenever he gets hungry.

Tell your mistress we have a search warrant.

This could be the murder weapon.

Looks like it.

All right. What’s going on? Who gave you the right?

Mr. Tatarinov,

you’re a suspect in the murder of your wife, Kseniya Tatarinova.

- Me? - Yes.

What is this craziness?

Jealousy, Mr. Tatarinov. Jealousy. We have a witness.

No!

I didn’t kill her. I was asleep.

I believe you weren’t. You were watching your wife,

suspecting that she was going to run away with Kireyev.

And she was, judging by the bag she had packed.

You started a fight with her and hit her with this cane.

No! No. You’re wrong.

I loved Kseniya. I’d never harm her.

Mr. Kireyev claims he saw you strangling her. He...

No! No!

It’s not true.

That man doesn’t deserve her.

Yes, I was jealous.

But I didn’t kill her, believe me.

Anyway, you can’t leave Zatonskk until the investigation is over.

Also, you need to report to the precinct every day.

Otherwise, you’ll be arrested. Is this clear?

Now you’ve done it, dear nephew.

They... They think I killed Kseniya.

- What was she doing in Petrusha’s room? - I don’t know.

You’re a liar! Liar! She didn’t come there by accident.

I knew you would end up like this.

Gambling, debts, and now this. A murder!

What gambling? What debts?

What are you saying, Auntie? It’s not true!

I know everything about you!

How? Who is telling you these lies?

Nobody. But I still know it! You need my money! Money!

Everybody wants it! My money!

Son, why don’t you come to Mommy?

Why don’t you want to hold your Mom?

Why? Wait! Don’t go. Don’t go.

Just don’t disappear. Don’t.

- I want to hold you so much. - You can’t, Mother.

People say I should be afraid of you, that you killed Kseniya.

But It wasn’t you, was it?

You are so warm. As if you were real.

I want to be with you. I don’t want to be a ghost.

We could buy a dog. And a lot of toys, too.

We’d ride around the town in a carriage all day.

And the merry-go-round...

Aunt, what’s wrong?

Who are you talking to?

Auntie?

Are you here?

I am here. I’m not dead yet. Keep waiting.

I heard you talking to someone.

You’re hearing things. It’s because you’re scared.

Go away. Leave me alone. Give me some peace.

What’s this? Who is it?

THE NIGHT GUEST