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Come in.

Did you sleep well? Did you dream?

Why are you asking?

It’s Friday. Friday’s dreams are prophetic.

ALEKSANDRA NIKIFOROVA

DMITRIY FRID

SERGEY DRUZYAK

IRINA SIDOROVA ANDREY RYKLIN

BORIS KHVOSHNIANSKY ANDREY LUKYANOV

YULIYA TAKSHINA MAKSIM RADUGIN

NIKOLAY DENISOV YURI VNUKOV

WRITTEN BY ANNA RULEVSKAYA

CHIEF WRITER - ANNA RULEVSKAYA

DIRECTED BY DENIS YELEONSKIY

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY - ALEKSANDR ALIOSHNIKOV

MUSIC BY ANTON SILAYEV

PRODUCERS - NIKITA SHUMAKOV, VITALIY BORDACHIOV

ANNA PAVLOVSKAYA, PAVEL BABIN, VLAD RIASHIN

DETECTIVE ANNA SEASON 2

ZATONSK, 1894

EPISODE 1 ICE

- Hello, Nikolay Vasilyevich. - Hello to you, too, Anton Andreyevich.

I can’t seem to win at my solitaire game today.

Why? Can I have a look?

This is... Okay.

Here. The jack of diamonds.

That’s right. The jack of diamonds to the queen.

My mind isn’t as sharp as it used to be.

True, Nikolay Vasilyevich. I feel the same.

Looks like we’re losing our quick wits.

Don’t we have any incidents?

- Any crimes? - No, why? Here.

A missing Italian greyhound? Mrs. Mitrofanova... Description...

Okay. Is this it?

Alas.

The officer on duty reports that postmaster Safyanov was here last night.

His daughter has run away... eloped to marry someone in secret.

All right.

He was angry and demanded immediate investigation.

May I?

In the morning, when the newly-weds came back, his heart had melted.

In this case, I’ll deal with the missing dog.

Please do, Anton Andreyevich. I’m sure you can handle this case.

Yes. I’ll find the dog thief.

He who stole a calf today will steal a bull tomorrow.

Interesting. Who is the painter?

He isn’t famous. Someone called Matisse. But it looks nice, doesn’t it?

I don’t know. Too flashy for my taste.

Better tell me about the duel.

Sasha, there isn’t much to tell.

Her two Paris beaus were at odds over something.

One an elderly French viscount,

the other - a middle class Russian student.

So they had a duel. So silly! Thank God they both survived.

And Anna? Whose side was she on?

Anna didn’t know about the duel. She never misled any of them.

- Well, Rebushinsky wrote... - Who cares about Rebushinsky!

This gentleman always blows things out of proportion.

My husband was furious because of his article.

He demanded that she came back home immediately.

She only had six months left to her graduation!

Excuse me, Masha, but a lady doctor? It’s an outrage!

Anna should get married before her beauty fades away.

My God, Sasha.

There are no eligible bachelors in this town.

Whom would she marry?

Besides, Anna wouldn’t hear about marriage.

The years you spent studying in Paris has brought fruit, Anna.

I give you an A.

Thank you, doctor.

Close him up.

Anna, someone is waiting for you outside.

All right. Thank you.

Natalya Pavlovna, I’m so glad to see you!

I’m going to Moscow on the Emperor’s Philanthropic Society’s business.

Oh my God.

I decided to make a stop at Zatonsk.

Do you miss Paris? I miss it horribly.

I used to miss it, too, but now I’ve settled in here.

Besides, people need my help everywhere, be it Paris or Zatonsk.

That’s right. So you are healthy, happy, and busy.

The rest is for Our Lord to take care of.

- Baroness von Berg? - Yes.

A letter for you, Your Highness.

Thank you, my dear.

What? Oh.

Wait.

Off you go, my friend.

- Will you excuse me? - Of course.

I’m curious.

Let's see...

A lady I know wants me to put in a good word for her at the court.

She will be in Zatonsk tomorrow.

I can’t believe it.

A pretty kettle of fish.

I’ll have to stay a few more days.

Natalya Pavlovna, you are too kind. You’re always ready to help.

Come on.

I’m not an angel.

But this is a good cause, though a bit delicate.

As a woman and mother, I can’t but help her.

I don’t want to hear this. Hello.

SAINT PETERSBURG 4 YEARS AGO

This man is innocent and should be acquitted.

Baroness, it’s a difficult matter. It will require some money for the lawyer.

Don’t worry. I’ll find the best one.

How silly.

Mademoiselle? What’s wrong? Are you all right?

Just a moment, darling.

My smelling salts.

You poor thing.

Tell me all about what happened. Maybe I can help.

I have been filing appeals for a while.

Now I came to St. Petersburg again, but there is no answer.

I’m not surprised.

Who is it you’re petitioning for?

Yakov Platonovich Shtolman.

Who is he to you?

Nobody.

You poor, beautiful girl.

I think you shouldn’t be alone right now.

I have connections at the court. I’ll try to help you.

- All right? - Yes, ma’am.

Very good. Perfect.

See, there is no reason for you to cry.

Well, my darling, will I see you again?

I’m holding a meeting with the local philanthropic committee tomorrow.

I’d be happy if you could come.

With pleasure.

See you tomorrow, then.

Goodbye.

Annette, I must say the nurse’s uniform suits you.

I have a request for you, though.

Next time you buy gowns or hats,

make sure you send the bills to me.

Uncle, I don’t have a lot of occasions to show off new clothes here.

You should take Piotr Ivanovich at his word, Anna,

before another lady gets him into his net.

No, no, it’s not going to happen. I will remain true to Zizi’s memory.

Even if people say it was a marriage of convenience, it isn’t true.

I truly cared about her.

I wrote a couple pages about love. Do you want to hear them?

No, thank you, Masha.

I’m happy that your literary works were appreciated by a ladies’ magazine,

but I need to work. Excuse me.

My literary work? Thank you so much.

I will not detain you. All right, listen.

“What is love if not a passionate desire to get to know your lover’s heart?

Isn’t it the same love, the same moment every woman’s heart craves?

Why do we find so little understanding in men, then?

Maybe they became callous, bogged down by work,

or simply forgot how to love.”

Get out!

Why are you so late?

It’s 60 km from here. A wheel was broken on the way.

We had to switch carriages at the inn.

Well, you’re here, thank God. Shall you have dinner?

No. We’ll go to bed. Wake us up early tomorrow.

They are so beautiful. Thank you.

The nature is waking up. Spring is round the corner.

How are you doing, Anton?

I don’t pay much attention to the march of time.

Mostly, I fight boredom and waste my detective abilities.

For instance, yesterday I was looking for a missing Italian greyhound.

- Did you find it? - Yes.

I must say it was an interesting case.

The owner kept blaming her neighbors. “They poisoned her!”

The grass is always greener, you know...

But I believe it my business if my neighbor’s house is burning.

Can you believe it? The dog was stolen by her daughter’s beau.

What for?

To bring it back later and get into mommy’s good graces

before asking for her daughter’s hand in marriage.

- What a beautiful story. Are you hurt? - Yes, I...

- Why didn’t you come to me? - Doctor Mils took care of it.

Anna, what are you doing tonight? Why don’t we go out?

We could play some chess, remember our past adventures.

Anton, let bygones be bygones.

Remember the famous Perisher?

And the Prince of the Dark?

You’re right, however. It’s all in the past.

And I’m glad it is. Look how happy we are.

For the past few years, nothing was happening in our town,

which is... great.

Anton Andreyevich! I was looking for you everywhere.

- What happened? - Anton Andreyevich! A murder!

Anna, you’ll have to excuse me.

Follow me!

Oh my God.

Ma’am, you can’t go there. It’s a crime scene.

Aglaya! What is all this?

How could it happen, my dear?

All right. We’re done. Good boy! Way to go.

How did you hurt yourself?

The brat wouldn’t say.

It looks like it’s from a nail. Was there a nail?

Yes. It was in the fence.

Were you at the monastery garden again?

They have barrels of sauced apples in the barn.

What’s this? Right here.

Whoops! Here.

Don’t go stealing apples again.

Did you hear, ma’am?

They found a woman with cut throat last night at the inn.

How awful.

Liza!

Liza. Where are you? I have to do everything myself.

A letter for Miss Anna Mironova.

Come in.

I was instructed to give it to her personally.

It’s the inn’s stationery. Who gave it to you?

A gentleman. He didn’t want me to tell you.

Who?

I don’t know his name. He’s tall, skinny and looks important.

He came to town this morning.

All right. Off you go.

Hello. Anna Viktorovna.

Hello, Nikolay Vasilyevich.

- Where is the doctor? - You sent him to the crime scene.

That’s right. I forgot. All right, I’ll come back later.

Nikolay Vasilyevich? Are you all right?

No, no. It’s just... I can’t breathe.

Is it in your chest? Do you feel it in your shoulder blade?

You’ll have to excuse me. I’m an old school man.

I can’t accept a lady doctor.

Please be quiet.

All right. How long have you had it?

About half an hour.

As soon as he appeared,

I felt a tightness in my chest.

All right. I see.

What do you see?

You’re a nervous wreck, Nikolay Vasilyevich.

Right. My nerves.

All right.

Take this right now. I’ll give you some to take home.

But you need to come see the doctor one of these days.

Let Aleksandr Frantsevich take a look.

Thank you.

The victim - Aglaya Stepanova, chambermaid, 37.

Came to the monastery as a pilgrim with her mistress,

general’s widow Yeliseyeva.

Have you questioned the witnesses?

The doorkeeper heard a noise at the second floor.

She came up to see what was wrong, but everything was quiet.

In the morning, when they came to wake her up,

the maid didn’t answer the door.

- They broke the door and saw the body. - Broke it?

Yes, the door was bolted from the inside. The windows also were locked.

There is rumor in town that an evil spirit did it.

We’ll see whether it’s evil or good. Why isn’t the scene sealed?

Why do it? Everybody has left.

I’ve been waiting for it for half an hour.

Don’t you know that killers often come back on the scene of their crime?

- Do they? - They do?

What did I tell you? Aleksandr Frantsevich, wait here.

We’ll catch them red-handed.

It’s all right, Anna Viktorovna.

I already feel better.

Modern medical science is amazing.

All these shocking discoveries!

Genetics, inheritance, hypnotism... hygiene.

Nikolay Vasilyevich, who was it that scared you so?

Mr. Shtolman came to my department this morning for a new assignment.

I almost fell off the chair.

Haven’t you...

been told?

Sir! What are you doing here? Hands up, slowly.

We’re the police. Drop the gun, quick.

Should I do it slowly or quickly? You decide.

Drop the gun!

I can’t. It’s a major piece of evidence.

What?

Hello, Anton.

Your moustache is back.

Yakov Platonovich!

- You look as if you’ve seen a ghost. - You’re alive!

As you can see.

Yakov Platonovich, is it you?

They said you were dead.

Let me hug you.

So glad to see you, Aleksandr Frantsevich.

You haven’t changed a bit. Still young and handsome.

- What’s this clue you found? - The revolver was under the bed.

It has been shot off, perhaps not long ago.

Mr. Shtolman, may I ask what your role in this investigation is?

It’s my new assignment, Anton.

The bearer of this order, Yakov Shtolman,

is appointed a court investigator in Zatonsk.

Are you satisfied?

Gentlemen, this is great! We are all together again!

This calls for a celebration.

Now, let me get to my immediate duty.

Of course, Aleksandr Frantsevich.

Where have you been all this time? Why didn’t you write to us?

We’ll have time to discuss it later. Now, let’s get to work.

Gentlemen. What can I say?

Judging by the nature and depth of the wound,

this isn’t a suicide.

She was definitely killed.

Looks like she was trying to draw a rooster.

I wonder why.

If she was trying to point at her killer,

wouldn’t it be easier to write their name?

Or the killer did it to make you ask this question.

It would be risky to leave the inn through the main entrance.

I believe the killer escaped through that window.

A thread.

It’s black cotton. Looks like the fabric the nuns’ habit is made of.

That’s smart. Nobody ever pays attention to nuns.

For a layman, they all look alike. This is a clue.

The nun’s habit.

I must confess I missed you, Anton. I’m glad we’re working together again.

I’m not! Not glad at all!

For years we’ve believed you died, and now you come back alive and well.

Can you explain why you never sent us a letter, a cable, any message!

You must have known how she suffered.

If I didn’t let anyone hear from me, I had my reasons.

Excuse me if I won’t share them with you.

As for my relationship with Anna, it doesn’t concern you.

Yes, it does. Anna is my friend. I care about her deeply, and you...

I’m glad to hear that.

Yakov Platonovich, a couple words for my readers.

Your mysterious disappearance was a sensation five years ago.

Now you owe us an explanation. Otherwise, there will be rumors.

I’m not afraid of rumors, Mr. Rebushinsky.

But if you insist, I’ll explain.

I was on a special mission traveling to several places in Russia.

Excuse me! This isn’t an explanation at all.

I won’t tell you more even if you kill me.

Better tell me what’s going on in town.

Yakov Platonovich, it’s a nightmare.

Not a single scandal or decent crime in all these five years.

I have nothing to write about unless I start investigating into the Creation.

Why don’t you try it? With your talent, I’m sure you can make it into a sensation.

Liza.

- Liza, was there any mail for me today? - No, Miss.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

He’s alive!

He’s alive.

Hello. Any letters for me?

No, Mr. Shtolman, nothing.

Welcome, sir. What can I do for you?

- No. I’ll burn this letter. - Masha! It doesn’t make any sense.

Shtolman is in town. He was assigned here. He’s here to stay.

Sooner or later they’ll meet, and she will find out.

Give it to me.

Don’t you dare give it to her.

I’ll decide what to do with it.

You pretend to be the man of the house,

but you don’t care about me or our daughter.

How can you say that?

Don’t I have reasons? You’re never at home. You’re always busy.

Viktor, she has to leave. Tell her she is allowed to go to Paris.

Paris?

Yes, I believe it makes sense.

It has been three months. The dust has settled.

The duel has been forgotten.

Yes. You’re right.

It’s better for her to be in Paris than with this gentleman.

Why the hell did he have to come here?

The first question is how the suspect got into the cell.

I think this is obvious.

The killer knew the maid and the widow were coming

and was waiting for them inside.

He could have hidden anywhere. Inside this wardrobe, say.

Where did you find the revolver?

It was under the bed.

Interesting.

What’s interesting is how the suspect bolted the cell from the inside

after he had escaped.

Are you testing me? It could be anything. There are thousands of ways.

A thread with a clever knot, a hairpin.

Here it is. I found it here, next to the door.

Didn’t you see it?

There’s something else that worries me.

This blood.

It’s not fingerprints but droplets, and they are too far from the body.

The blood couldn’t have gotten so far.

Maybe the maid shot the attacker, trying to protect herself.

In this case, we would have found a bullet.

But there are no signs of it.

So it’s inside the killer’s body.

My mistress started welcoming this Apraksin

at her house after General’s death.

Widows love young men.

He’s not a man! He’s a beardless boy, wet behind the ears.

He’s just 17. An orphan, a foundling.

Apraksin, you said? I know him. A sharp lad.

He loves cockfights.

Irina Alekseyevna would give him money, and he would gamble it all.

A week ago, she closed the door upon him.

You think he killed the maid?

Who else? Aglaya knew at once what a character he was.

She was trying to talk sense into her mistress, but all in vain.

Aglaya drew a cock’s head with her own blood on the wall before she died.

She wanted to expose her killer!

Irina Alekseyevna, how long had Stepanova worked for you?

For almost one year.

I took a liking to her.

You know, good help is hard to find.

No, I don’t. Have you informed her family?

She had none. She was very lonely.

She had been a live-in servant all her life.

Maybe she had some girlfriends or... a suitor?

God forbid. My Aglaya was a respectable woman.

She had no friends, either. Our house is quite secluded.

I don’t have many visitors after my husband’s death.

Who would she befriend?

Right. A friend isn’t a mushroom. They don’t grow in the woods.

Anton.

Hello.

I’m prepared to have an official conversation.

- Shall we? - Of course.

Who is this gentleman?

Shtolman, investigator. I’m also working on this case.

Why did your maid have a revolver?

A revolver? It’s mine. I kept it just in case.

When we were going to go to the monastery,

Aglaya advised me to take it with me.

Did she pack it into her bag?

Yes. What’s so unusual about it?

Absolutely nothing.

Your maid was a brave woman. She shot at the person who attacked her.

Did you hear the gunshot?

No. I didn’t hear anything.

I take laudanum every night and sleep deeply.

Come in.

Mrs. Yeliseyeva? A letter from baroness von Berg.

God, how could I forget!

Gove the baroness my apology.

I will be at her house tonight.

Tell me, can I bury Aglaya here in Zatonsk?

I don’t see any problem with that.

But you have to understand the body will be kept at our morgue

at the local hospital until the investigation is over.

Irina Alekseyevna, I have to ask you to stay for a while, too.

Of course. I’ve moved into the hotel. You can always find me there.

One more question.

A rooster’s head drawing was found on the cell’s wall.

Do you know why Aglaya would draw it before she died?

You know, she was illiterate. She couldn’t even write her own name.

But why a rooster’s head? I don’t know. I don’t know.

All right, Mesdames. I can see you have achieved a lot.

There is always room for improvement, though.

I’m proud of the Zatonsk branch of the Emperor’s Philanthropic Society.

I won’t detain you any longer.

Maria Timofeyevna, please stay. Why didn’t Anna come?

I don’t know. She was probably held up at the hospital.

She must be home now. Why don’t you come home with me?

I’d be honored.

I would be happy to, but...

I can’t do it. I have an important meeting.

Please give Anna my love and my sincere greetings.

- I will. - Perfect.

You are a wonderful person.

- Thank you, bye. - Bye.

Come on!

Come on, my dear! Go for it!

Come on!

Shit.

- Come in. - Are you still up, my darling?

You look pale. Are you all right?

I’m just tired.

I’m always worried when you’re at that hospital.

All these infections.

Papa, you wanted to talk to me.

Yes.

But you don’t care...

Here you are. Anna! Father and I have great news for you.

Viktor, have you already told Anna?

Who is here?

May I, Natalya Pavlovna?

I’m General Yeliseyev’s widow. I wrote to you.

Is that you? Yes, please come in.

I’ve been waiting for you for a while.

I apologize.

We were supposed to meet this morning, but...

The tragic event...

Yes, I heard. Your maid. The poor woman.

Believe me, I understand. I was touched by your letter,

and I decided to stay in this town to meet you.

I appreciate it.

Let’s not waste time, then.

As you probably know,

the issues of this nature can be only solved by the tsar himself.

I’ll help you to write a petition in the correct manner.

When are you going to Saint Petersburg?

Thank you, Natalya Pavlovna, but I’m going to go abroad soon.

Are you?

Yes. My plans and intentions have changed.

Anna, your mother and I have talked,

and she believes since the duel is forgotten

and the dust has settled...

you can go back to Paris

to finish your studies.

Yes.

Well? What do you say?

Aren’t you happy, Anna?

I am. I really am.

Paris is the best option right now.

Paris is good.

Thank God.

I’ll make the necessary arrangements,

and in a few days you’ll be able to leave.

Thank you, Papa.

You can’t imagine how much I wanted to see you.

I thought you were dead.

I was dead.

Only now I’m starting to feel alive.

Nothing will part us now.

What’s wrong?

Don’t you see? I’m bound hand and foot.

Goodbye, Anna.

No! No! Natalya Pavlovna!

Cold... I’m so cold.

I know.

Death is imminent.

Baroness von Berg, a noble woman, a friend of the empress.

Finding her killer is a matter of honor.

I’ll do my best, Nikolay Vasilyevich.

Yesterday at the pub a police officer heard an interesting conversation.

Let me pass.

- Miss, you can’t come in. - Let me pass immediately.