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“I’m so beautiful...

I’m so beautiful, but I’m wearing...”

ALEKSANDRA NIKIFOROVA

DMITRIY FRID

SERGEY DRUZYAK

IRINA SIDOROVA ANDREY RYKLIN

BORIS KHVOSHNIANSKY ANDREY LUKYANOV

YULIYA TAKSHINA MAKSIM RADUGIN

NIKOLAY DENISOV YURI VNUKOV

WRITTEN BY ALEKSEY KOLMOGOROV

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

EPISODE 3 THE GIRL IN WHITE

Anna...

That dream again.

More coffee, sir?

No. Wait. Yes.

Good morning, Miss.

- Hello, Liza. - Anna, hi.

Do you want?

Uncle, why are you up so early?

I’m going to St. Petersburg on urgent business.

Will you be there long?

I don’t know. You should come visit me there.

I have six empty guest rooms.

Have you changed your mind about Paris?

You have.

Is it about Shtolman?

You know... I keep having this dream every night.

He is in prison, calling for me.

There were rumors he had been under investigation.

Do you know something about it?

I don’t.

Actually, it was just unconfirmed rumors.

If you hear something, you’ll tell me at once.

Swear to me.

I swear.

Shall I drive you to the hospital?

I can’t reject such an offer.

Let’s go.

Yes.

Who is this?

Where? I didn’t see anyone.

Stop!

Who are you?

We need to inform Korobeynikov.

What can I say?

She was shot from a close distance, but not point-blank.

I suppose her death was instantaneous.

Judging by the traces, the victim was killed in the alley

and then dragged into the ravine.

It makes sense. The body could stay unnoticed longer in a low place.

Oh Lord! God help us.

Hello, gentlemen.

- Hello, Yakov Platonovich. - Hello.

I was told Anna Viktorovna found the body.

It’s true. I’ve already interviewed her.

Gentlemen, I’ll go get nurses if you don’t mind.

- Have you identified the victim? - Not yet.

Where did you find the body?

Not far from the Mironovs’ and Adamovs’ houses.

- And the Razumovskiys. - Exactly.

Who lives there now?

A man called Kliuyev bought it a couple months back.

Who is he?

A gentleman without a certain occupation.

He’s very rich and has recently came back from abroad.

I haven’t seen him in town yet. He’s probably just settling in.

Interesting. This is quite expensive.

So it wasn’t a robbery.

We’ve found something else.

Yakov Platonovich, she had this in her pocket.

“See you at 10. Yours forever.”

Looks like she was going on a date.

The path the murder took place on leads to the Adamovs’ house.

Their son is a gambler, a good-for-nothing, and a ladies’ man.

Unless she was the Mironovs’ house help...

No, she wasn’t.

Then she probably worked for Mr. Kliuyev.

Or the Adamovs.

I’ll go to Kliuyev, and you can deal with the Adamovs.

Yes. Don’t worry, I’ll find what to do.

Someone has to deal with the Adamovs, if you don’t mind.

See you at the station.

I’m sorry to interrupt your breakfast, Mr. Kliuyev, but this is urgent.

I’m with the police.

Yes, so I was told.

Yakov Shtolman, court investigator.

Who else lodges with you?

My coachman, maid, and the lackey.

Can I see the maid?

What do you need from her?

That I’ll explain to her.

You’ll have to explain to me first.

Sir, I’m investigating a murder. Call your maid at once.

Otherwise, I’ll call a police squad and order them to search the house.

The maid isn’t at home.

She was supposed to serve me breakfast, but she’s missing.

Have you seen this before?

Yes, it’s her pendant.

The keys are also ours.

Was Anfisa killed?

Shot in the park not far from here last night.

You said her name was Anfisa?

Yes, Anfisa Luzhina.

The body is at the hospital’s morgue. You’ll have to come identify here.

Of course.

Where is her room? I need to search it.

This way.

I wonder why the maid had such an expensive piece of jewelry.

I asked her about that.

She said her beau, a merchant’s son, had given it to her.

- Did she mention his name? - No. I didn’t ask for details.

Are you not from this town?

I came back from abroad to settle here.

- Why Zatonsk? - It’s a nice little town.

How long had Anfisa been working for you?

I hired her as soon as I arrived here two months back.

She came from a village.

Her father is dead, and her mother alive.

All right. I’ll take the letters and the pendant.

Please lock the room and don’t let anyone in without my permission.

Any more questions?

- They say the girl was pretty. - Yes. She was a beauty.

Answering your next question, I wasn’t having an affair with her.

Why is that?

What kind of question is this, Mr. Shtolman?

It’s a reasonable question. As I can see, you live alone.

The maid was pretty and single.

I don’t have affairs with maids.

Do you know about the previous house owner’s fate?

Yes. He was killed. Does it refer to the case?

I don’t think so. I was in charge of that case.

Were you? If you don’t have other questions...

Goodbye.

It hurts so much! I was up all night.

I believe I was jinxed.

You have an inflammation, ma’am.

You probably caught a cold.

All right. I’ll treat it and give you medicine.

You’ll need to apply it at home. All right?

Do I have to, nurse? Why don’t I try holy water at home?

Do you want to go deaf?

Our sins are what makes us sick. Jinxes, curses, witch’s spells...

Are you all right?

Killed unjustly.

Who?

He will be sentenced unjustly. Help.

How much longer?

Not long.

Please hold still.

He’s been drunk since last night. It’s like talking to a dog.

Except it makes even less sense.

Is this your son’s hand?

Let me take a look.

SEE YOU AT 10. YOURS FOREVER.

Yes, it is.

As you see, he’s arranging a date. How do you think, who with?

I don’t know. Volodia is a bachelor. He sometimes has affairs.

Can I have a glass of water?

Yes, of course.

Does your son own a revolver?

A revolver? No. Why do you ask?

A young woman’s body was found on the path leading to your house.

- She was shot with a revolver. - Oh God.

Where was your son last night?

Where? At the pub.

When did he leave and come back?

He left around 10 and came back in the morning.

I see. I hope his head will clear later tonight.

Thank you. I’ll be back.

Well?

The victim is Anfisa Luzhina. She was a maid at Mr. Kliuyev’s house.

He recognized her belongings and house keys.

He’s coming to the morgue to identify the body,

but I don’t think a mistake is possible.

Kliuyev... The one who bought Prince Razumovskiy’s house?

What a disaster. I told him the house was cursed.

- What? - No, nothing.

Does Kliuyev know why she had this expensive locket?

He says some merchant gave it to her.

I found love letters at Anfisa’s room, signed by a Mazin.

The baker. I wonder if it’s the father or the son.

- What about the Adamovs? - Volodia has been drunk since yesterday.

He can’t say Mommy, but the note was written by him.

His parents confirm it.

So, it’s quite simple. She was going to him, and he...

Right.

The motive?

Drunk and stupid is a good enough motive.

I wouldn’t jump to conclusions, Nikolay Vasilyevich.

We need to check on Mazin.

Anton, could you please visit him and then stop by at the Adamovs?

Will do, Yakov Platonovich.

But I’d like you to remember that I am the head of the investigations now.

Of course I remember, and I count on your kind assistance, Anton.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

Why, Anton Andreyevich, no one is trying to steal your job.

Thank you so much.

Anna Viktorovna, they’re ready to identify her.

Yes, it’s her.

Doctor. People have gathered outside.

What people?

- Give her back! - Give her back!

Go to your houses.

- I see. - I said go home!

Give her back!

Give me back my child!

- Give me Anfisa, my daughter! - Go home!

Please understand.

The autopsy is required to find more evidence

that will help to expose the culprit.

What are you going to find by cutting her up?

Looking inside her? It’s a sin!

- It’s a sin! - Of course it’s a sin.

I can’t!

Go to the police chief. If he allows it...

To the police chief!

- Let’s go! - To the police chief!

Doctor. Please introduce me to your assistant.

Please meet the respected Andrey Petrovich Kliuyev.

Anna Viktorovna Mironova.

Mironova? I believe I’m your neighbor.

I should have paid you a visit a long time ago, but I was too busy.

- We’ll be always happy to see you. - Thank you. So, you’re a nurse.

Far from that.

Anna is my indispensable assistant, my second in command.

- She studied medicine in Paris. - I’m impressed.

I must say it’s a rare occasion,

a young and active young woman in the Russian countryside.

I really hope this will change.

I’d like to continue this conversation. Is it all right if I walk you home?

I have some unfinished business at the hospital.

- I’m afraid it’ll take me a while. - I can wait.

Let’s go.

Hello, sir. What can I do for you?

Hello. Court investigator Shtolman.

Have you seen this before?

Maybe.

What do you mean? Have you or haven’t you?

- Suppose I have. - Listen.

It was bought by Fiodor Golubtsov, merchant Golubtsov’s son.

Do you know where I can find him?

They have a restaurant in the main street. The son helps the father run it.

Thank you.

So you studied in Paris. I spent a long time abroad, too.

Did you miss Zatonsk?

It doesn’t matter. People are people.

They need help and protection no matter where they live.

Besides, Zatonsk only looks so quaint. I keep thinking about your maid.

Yes. It’s horrible. The poor girl...

Yesterday she was so full of life, and now she’s on the autopsy table.

Her shoes are spanking-new. There was a coin in one of them.

So my Anfisa was going to get married.

What makes you think that?

Girls put a coin under their heel so that their new family was wealthy.

Also, the bride buys new shoes. It’s a tradition.

Of course. You’re right. She was wearing a light dress, too.

Why didn’t I think of that?

Andrey Petrovich, you’ll have to excuse me.

All right, I wrote to Anfisa. So what? I write to many people.

What do you mean by that?

- I like this business. - What business?

Writing letters... about feelings.

Where were you last night between 9 and 11?

At the bakery, starting on the morning batch.

Our two bakers were with me. You can ask them.

I see. So you write to different ladies, right?

He who follows his passions will perish.

- What? - Someone will break your bones.

- Anton. - Anna.

Hello. I was looking for you.

- Can I have a bun, my friend? - Of course, sir.

What happened, Anna?

Anfisa was going to get married that night.

She was wearing a light dress and a new pair of shoes,

and she put a coin under her heels to have a rich family.

I see.

Thank you. Anna, how did you find out all this?

Easy, Anton. I was sorting out her belongings at the morgue.

Did she appear before you?

She did.

She’s afraid an innocent man will be charged.

Anna, if you find out something, can you please let me know?

I will, but you need to keep me informed about the investigation, too.

Of course.

Good day. Do you want to have lunch?

I want to talk to Mr. Golubtsov Jr.

He isn’t here.

The father, then.

Please wait here.

- Mr. Golubtsov? - It’s me.

- Shtolman, the court investigator. - I don’t think we’ve met.

I have just started working here.

- What brings you to my restaurant? - Take a seat.

Anfisa Luzhina was killed.

Your son had a relationship with her. I’d like to talk to him.

Luzhina? I don’t recall this name.

She was Mr. Kliuyev’s maid.

My son doesn’t have affairs with maids.

Just a minute.

A piece of jewelry bought by your son

was found on her body.

I told him, “Break up with her! She doesn’t deserve you.”

And he’d give her gold!

You say she was killed? Small wonder.

No man could let her pass by. It’s as if she had bewitched them.

- Where was your son last night? - I don’t know.

Is he here now?

No. He went to the village to get some groceries.

You don’t believe he killed her?

My Fedia isn’t like that. Why would he do it?

Tell your son he has to report to the police station

and give his statement as soon as he’s back.

Did you have a relationship with Anfisa Luzhina?

A relationship? She’s the love of my life.

Oh my God. Volodia, she only wanted your money!

Don’t you dare speak of her like this.

Fedia Golubtsov killed her. He was courting her.

He was jealous she wanted me, you see?

Did you write this note?

Yes, I did. We were supposed to meet at the barn at ten.

I had been waiting for an hour

and then went to the pub to drown my sorrows in vodka.

I thought she got cold feet.

Were you two going to elope?

- How do you know? - I know everything.

Did the priest tell you?

The bastard promised to keep the secret.

Thank God for warding off the disaster.

- It’s none of your business? - Stay out of it.

- Do you have a revolver? - I used to.

I lost it a week ago at Golubtsov’s pub.

It all sounds so smooth. Leaving a revolver at your rival’s.

Don’t leave the city. We’ll need to corroborate all this.

I couldn’t help it, Yakov Platonovich.

Don’t you see? It’s a breach of the procedure.

Nikolay Vasilyevich. You released the body without an autopsy.

You see, Yakov Platonovich, there was a crowd, almost a mob.

The priest came to ask for them. The mother was sobbing.

You realize we won’t be able to find out now what the murder weapon was?

Come on, Yakov Platonovich, it’s a simple case.

It was one of her lovers, without doubt.

Nikolay Vasilyevich.

Yakov Platonovich.

As the chief of the local police department,

I gave the order to avoid a riot.

And you, Anton Andreyevich? Why didn’t you object?

You are the head of the investigations!

Yakov Platonovich.

Yakov Platonovich, who vested you with the power to question us?

- Yes! - You force your vision upon us.

Allow me to remind you that the police has to consider the local situation

which you have probably forgotten during your mysterious absence.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

Anton, I didn’t know you had it in you.

Excuse me, Nikolay Vasilyevich.

I don’t have to remind you that he who is able to keep his wrath in check

will live to see his old age.

But you can see this is an outrageous situation.

Where has he been for five years? Why hasn’t he been promoted?

With his talents and connections...

- You know how he is. - Yes, but I think there is more to it.

He’s hiding something. There is some secret about it.

A secret? What kind of secret?

I believe he was sent to Zatonsk with a secret mission.

A mission?

A mission.

What kind of secret mission might involve our town?

What? Don’t you remember what happened five years ago?

See? I’m certain Yakov Platonovich is here for a reason.

Anton Andreyevich, you...

It was wrong to release the body. Yakov Platonovich is right.

Please try to solve the case as quick as possible, my friend.

- I’ll do my best. - I trust you.

What are you doing here? Admiring your work?

- Shut up. - Don’t shut me up!

Look at him! He’s the murderer! He came here to gloat.

You were jealous of our happiness. You ambushed her and killed her.

You killed her! You changed your mind because you were scared of your mommy.

How dare you?

Break! I said break! I’m the police.

- They are under arrest for a brawl. - They deserve it!

Get them to the station.

They are both guilty! They didn’t deserve her.

Come on, Yefrosinya.

Your daughter wasn’t any better than anyone else.

- She was a sinner, too. - What sins are you talking about?

If my Anfisa had something on her conscience,

it’s for the Lord to judge you, not you.

It’s you! You mistreated her! You wouldn’t let her live.

He’s right.

You’re a heartless piece of wood, not a mother!

Hold your tongue.

Go!

Listen to what this Rebushinsky is saying!

“Before the public had time to recover from widow Yeliseyeva’s

and Baroness von Berg’s murders, another horrible death has shocked everybody.

Anfisa Luzhina, a girl of doubtful reputation

and mysterious occupation, was shot dead.

An evil shadow is creeping upon Zatonsk yet again.”

- An evil shadow? - He writes about you, too?

“Isn’t this streak of disasters somehow connected to the fact

that our own sorceress Anna Mironova is back to Zatonsk?”

What the...

I’ll reply to this gentleman in my column. I’ll show him!

Everything is as always.

I received a letter from our neighbor Kliuyev.

Of course, I invited him to dinner tomorrow.

He is a nice young man. I met him today.

I’m glad you’re meeting new people. You need to go out more, have fun.

Anna? What are you looking at?

I’m tired. Excuse me. I’ll go to my room.

Don’t go. I need you.

What?

Go away. I said go away! Leave her alone.

- Afanasiy Klochkov’s warehouses. - What? What warehouses?

Afanasiy Klochkov’s warehouses.

What? Did you ask something?

Me? No. How do you feel, Mother?

I’m all right. Why are you asking?

- Good night. - Good night.

All right.

Well?

Are you doing it again?

Running in the woods with the police!

Your mother was against it, but...

I don’t believe in interfering with other people’s relationships.

This is for you.

TO MISS ANNA MOROZOVA

“My precious Anna Viktorovna.

Perhaps you hate me or have completely forgotten me.

In this case, I’ll humbly accept it and won’t bother you again.

It was dishonorable of me to abandon you on that night.

Even though there were reasons for it which I couldn’t help,

I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness.

Believe me, there wasn’t a day, not even a second, in these five years

when I didn’t think about you and dream about seeing you again.”

Yakov Platonovich,

did you arrest Vladimir Adamov last night at the cemetery?

Good morning, Anton Andreyevich. Yes.

Don’t you think it was a little...

On what grounds?

I had more than enough grounds.

Mr. Adamov had a motive and an opportunity to kill Luzhina.

He admitted owning a revolver, according to your report.

He lost it.

Your nobleness! Help!

Why did you arrest my Fedia? He didn’t do anything.

We’ll sort it out, Anton Andreyevich.

Your son also had an opportunity and a motive.

- What was his motive? - Jealousy.

Anfisa was going to marry someone else.

It’s also in your report.

All right, dear fathers, it’s in your power to help your sons.

Let’s start with the revolver.

Is it true that Vladimir Adamov left the revolver at your restaurant, sir?

- Yes, that’s true. - So he could have used the revolver.

No!

I returned the gun to Nikifor right before the murder.

So your son had it on the night of the murder.

No. I had it.

Why did you lie about it?

I’m sorry. I didn’t want Volodia to be charged with this murder.

So, you had the revolver. In this case, I have to ask you:

did you kill Anfisa to prevent her marriage to your son?

God forbid. I’m not a killer.

I was at home all evening and all night.

My wife and servants can confirm it.

That’s good, gentlemen, but this isn’t enough.

Tell me, what time was it when you brought the revolver to the Adamovs’ house?

At ten.

- Was Vladimir at home? - Yes, I saw him briefly.

So he could see Mr. Golubtsov passing the revolver to you.

He couldn’t.

We talked in the hall, and then I hid the gun in my desk.

Parents always think that children can’t hear them, Anton.

Your son could have taken the gun from the desk and then put it back.

But my son is innocent! Let him go.

Sorry, I can’t. Where did you keep the gun? At home?

At the restaurant.

Also in your desk.

According to Dr. Mills, the murder took place between 9 and 11.

It means that your son also had a chance to take the gun and put it back.

I’m sorry, gentlemen, but both your sons will stay in custody.

How about questioning other suspects?

You mean yourself?

Yes, you also had an opportunity and a motive.

You killed Anfisa and passed the gun to Mr. Adamov to throw off suspicion.

I swear I didn’t kill her. The warehouse dealer, though...

He could have!

Afanasiy Klochkov.

Just a minute. Who is this dealer?

Your nobleness, Nikifor and I gave money to widow Luzhina a month ago

so that she married out her daughter.

Our sons were crazy about her. They could have done something stupid.

If Anfisa were married, it would put our minds at ease.

That’s why your sons said at the cemetery

that Anfisa’s mother had been mistreating her.

That’s right. Her mother tried to talk some sense into her,

but she wouldn’t listen.

The warehouse dealer... She jinxed him, too.

He quit his business, started drinking, and became a pauper.

- He killed her. I can feel it. - Where can I find him?

In the warehouse village on the outskirts.

I have to ask you to leave us to it, gentlemen.

It’s in your own interests.

The sooner we find the killer, the sooner your sons will be free.

One more thing. Mr. Adamov, bring the revolver to the station.

That was quick.

You and the chief didn’t leave me a choice.

- Wait for me here. - Yes, ma’am.

Is anyone here?

Anna.

I’m here.

Who’s here?

Yakov Platonovich, what are you doing here?

Anna, that’s what I was going to ask you.

Anfisa Luzhina’s spirit brought me here. I don’t know why.

Afanasiy Klochkov, her ex-fiance, lives here.

Her mother gave me this address.

- Is he involved in the case? - I don’t know. I came to question him.

Don’t go in there. There is something there, and it’s definitely not Afanasiy.

Looks like this warehouse dealer was out of his luck.

Don’t be afraid, Anna. He won’t harm anyone.

Looks like Klochkov has been dead for days.

So he couldn’t have killed Anfisa.

Let’s go. I’ll call policemen to take the body.