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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

Did you know him at all?

I saw him when I was a boy, but I barely remember him.

EPISODE 5 THE MUMMY

He had this extraordinary moustache.

Did he help you at least?

Are you joking? Not a penny in twenty years.

Even though my mom was his sister. Uncle Erast was a miser.

But now all of it is yours.

Yes.

Only because he died unexpectedly

and didn’t have time to leave his money to some alms house.

- And I’m his only legal heir. - Well, let’s go to the Aladdin’s cave.

Your late uncle was definitely not an Aladdin.

Right. Rather a Miklukho-Maklay.

Don’t touch it!

It’s expensive. Don’t break it.

Hello, ma’am. Who are you?

Praskovya Lisitsyna.

I was working for the late Erast Andreyevich, God rest his soul.

- Are you his nephew? - I am.

Thank God you’re here, Dmitriy Afanasyevich.

I was wondering when the young master was going to come.

Come in, please. Let me take your coat.

Listen, my dear. I’m a modern man. I don’t need servants.

You can leave now. You’re free to go.

What? I don’t even have a place to live.

I served your uncle faithfully for 40 years.

- Besides, he owed me... - Did he? How much?

Almost 20 rubles.

I don’t have this kind of money.

All right, Granny Pasha, you can stay for now.

Then we’ll see.

Shall I cook something for you?

Please do. We’re starving. Aren’t we?

- Yes, that would be nice. - I’ll be right back.

Well, Dmitriy, I must say I had bigger expectations of your inheritance.

You said your uncle had a fortune.

Well, looks like he had spent everything, God knows what on.

I can sell the house, though, Pavel.

What the hell?

This is a surprise.

Now I see where Uncle’s money had gone.

How much do you think I can get for it?

Enough to finance your boldest projects.

Pavel! Do you realize what it means?

We have money now. The world will never be the same.

What can I do for you, ma’am?

- Is this Dmitriy Aristarkhov’s house? - That’s right.

A nice house, and far enough from the city.

Do you work here?

For the last 40 years.

Well, that seems long enough.

Find yourself a new job. We don’t need you.

Why? I...

I work for Dmitriy Afanasyevich. You have no right.

Dmitriy won’t go against my wishes. We see eye to eye.

How much does he owe you?

- Twenty rubles. - Here. Take 30, you poor thing.

Dmitriy! Pavel!

Boys, I’m here.

ONE MONTH LATER

Andrey Petrovich Kliuyev.

What is he doing here so early?

Show him in.

Good morning.

Andrey Petrovich.

Mariya Timofeyevna. Anna Viktorovna.

Hello, Andrey Petrovich.

- Viktor Ivanovich. - What do we owe the honor?

I was driving by and decided to stop for a neighborly visit.

You did the right thing. Shall you have breakfast with us?

No, thank you, I’ve had breakfast.

- A cup of coffee, then? - I can’t say no to coffee.

Liza.

Thank you.

I’ll turn off the music.

- Did you hear about the auction? - What auction? We don’t know anything.

A Dmitriy Aristarkhov is auctioning his late uncle’s collection tonight.

- Burial masks, sarcophagi, canopic jars. - Canopic?

Canopic jars were used in Ancient Egypt

to store dead people’s viscera.

Oh, I beg your pardon. This isn’t a place for this conversation.

It’s all right. Dmitriy Aristarkhov, you said?

- Yes. - Who is he?

Probably the nephew of Erast Aristarkhov, a local landowner.

I’ve never heard about him.

Small wonder. He hadn’t left his house in 20 years.

He was a weird old man.

He didn’t go out a lot before that, either.

He always went to Egypt

seeking some ancient wisdom or maybe even immortality.

He obviously didn’t find that, but he had assembled an impressive collection.

There will be some prominent people at the auction, like Golenishchev.

The name sounds familiar.

He is the most famous Egyptologist in Russia,

the owner of a Egyptian rarities collection.

There are rumors he is going to buy the most valuable lot,

a mummy which is over 3,000 years old.

Will it be presented for public viewing?

I don’t know.

Would you like to have a look?

No. Actually, I don’t.

The idea of looking at an unburied dead person doesn’t attract me.

Too bad. Actually, I’m here to ask you to come to the auction with me.

Excuse me, Andrey Petrovich, I won’t come.

Anna, why don’t you go? You almost never go out.

Really, my dear.

You don’t often get a chance to see the precious ancient heritage.

Say yes, Anna Viktorovna. There will be a lot of people you know.

Mr. Korobeynikov will be guarding the lots.

Well, if everyone is so insistent, I’ll have to say yes.

- Am I interrupting? - Not at all. Come in.

Anna! You’re my beautiful girl.

Here, try...

on your grandmother’s necklace.

I was saving it for your wedding, but it doesn’t matter.

Wear it with pleasure. It looks great on you.

Thank you.

Mr. Kliuyev will be smitten.

Mother. Andrey Petrovich and I are just friends.

- I don’t think he will agree with it. - Mother, please stop it.

I’ve told you a thousand times I wasn’t going to marry.

Maybe you’re right.

Live your life to the full, then.

Life is short, and no matter how passionate love is,

in the end any marriage becomes a nuisance and a burden.

Believe me.

- Anton Andreyevich. - Anna Viktorovna, you’re here.

I would love to chat with you, but I’m here on duty.

Your friend is busy tonight.

You’ll have to be content with my humble company.

I don’t mind it in the least.

A glass of champagne?

Yes, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, an alabaster jug from an Egyptian tomb,

4th century B.C.

The staring price is 500 rubles.

Who will offer more?

550 rubles. 550 one...

- 600! - 600 rubles. 600 rubles one...

- 650! - 650 rubles one, 650 rubles two...

700 rubles.

700 rubles. A perfect investment for you.

- 700 rubles one... - 750!

750 rubles one, 750 rubles two... 750 rubles...

Anna Viktorovna, I didn’t expect to see you here.

Why not?

I don’t know. It just didn’t seem like you.

Two glasses of Veuve Clicquot.

Yes, sir.

- 800 rubles. - 800 rubles! 800 rubles one...

- I’m here in my official capacity. - 800 rubles two.

You think it can be dangerous?

No. It’s routine safeguard measures. There are some very valuable lots.

Are you looking for someone? Following someone?

- No and no. - But you are worried about something.

You’re mistaken.

Yakov Platonovich, I know you well enough.

Champagne?

I see. Goodbye, then.

950 rubles. 950 rubles one.

950 rubles two. 950 rubles.

Ladies and gentlemen, who’ll give a nice round number?

950 rubles... three. Gone!

- Uncle! - Annett!

- Uncle, when did you come back? - Just now. I almost missed it.

Who bought it?

You know, the rumor of the auction has reached St. Petersburg.

Egyptian antiquities are a very good investment.

That’s why I’m here.

Since when have you been interested in Egyptian antiquities?

Since I’ve had the money.

Uncle... Mr. Kliuyev, Piotr Ivanovich Mironov, my uncle.

- Nice to meet you. Kliuyev. - Pleasure is all mine. Mironov.

I’m sorry but you can’t come in without an invitation.

Anton Andreyevich, please, just for five minutes!

Just to take a look.

I can’t.

It’s the most important event of the year.

My readers won’t forgive me if I don’t write about it.

I’d love to help you but I can’t. An invitation!

The only thing I can tell you is Qui quaerit, reperit.

- Excuse me? - He who seeks finds.

Ladies and gentlemen, our next lot,

a wooden figurine of Anubis, the Egyptian god of death.

Ancient Egyptians believed he welcomed the souls of the dead

and escorted them to Osiris’s judgement.

2nd century B.C., starting price - 300 rubles.

Annett, I want it. 350!

350 rubles one...

- 350 rubles two... - 400!

400 rubles!

Uncle, why do you want this Egyptian god of death?

It’ll make a wonderful paperweight. 450!

Anton Andreyevich.

Why don’t you tell me what’s going on in there?

- Aleksey Yegorovich. - I’ll quote you in the article.

Don’t you see?

I can’t see what’s going on inside while you’re holding me up here.

Then I’ll give up. Go inside, my friend. Off you go!

Just a minute.

Go. I’ll wait for you here.

I won’t promise anything.

Go. Go, my precious friend.

- Annett, I bought it. - Congratulations.

Great choice.

Excuse me. I beg your pardon. Can I have a look?

Yes, of course.

It’s amazing. Congratulations.

Keep it away from the sunlight, or the paint will fade.

Just a moment.

Excuse me, I haven’t introduced myself.

Vladimir Semionovich Golenishchev, Egyptologist.

Nice to meet you. Andrey Petrovich Kliuyev.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Kliuyev. This must be your wife.

No. I’m the daughter of lawyer Mironov.

Anna Viktorovna, my niece.

Mironova?

Are you the medium who was in the newspapers a few years ago?

The rumors are exaggerated. Excuse me, I don’t want to talk about it.

It’s a shame.

You see, I’ve been studying Ancient Egypt all my life,

and for the Egyptians talking to spirits wasn’t something unusual.

They believed every person possessed a "ka",

a part of the soul that stayed on earth after their death

and could talk to the living.

Our major lot, Thothmes the Priest,

or rather his mummy made by skillful embalmers.

This is an original mummy from the New Kingdom.

See the way the bandages look?

And these amulets. They are typical for that period.

I’ll get champagne. This is a cause for celebration.

Oh God. Anna Viktorovna, are you all right?

I want to leave.

Anna, what’s wrong? Are you scared of the mummy?

No. The champagne made me dizzy.

- What can I do to help? - Nothing. I’d like to be alone.

I can’t just abandon you.

Andrey Petrovich, please. I will be all right.

If you say so.

Ladies and gentlemen.

2,500 one... 2,500 two...

3,000.

- 3,000 rubles one! 3,000 rubles two! - 3500.

- 3500 rubles one! 3500 rubles... - 4,000.

- 5,000. - 5,000 one! 5,000 two!

5,000... three.

Gone to Mr. Golenishchev for 5,000 rubles.

Anna Viktorovna.

Anna Viktorovna, my dear, please help me out!

Just a couple words.

You were there, right? Did you see the mummy?

I didn’t have a good look.

Chasing sensations again, Mr. Rebushinsky?

Not at all, Mr. Shtolman.

I just wanted to see if Anna Viktorovna needed something.

She doesn’t. Anna Viktorovna has friends to take care of her.

Very good.

Yakov Platonovich, do me a favor!

Tell me who bought the mummy.

Mr. Golenishchev, a scholar and a collector.

That’s all for today.

Thank you.

Are you all right, Anna Viktorovna?

No. I keep thinking about this Thothmes.

It’s so horrible that his body is being put on display and sold.

Yes, I don’t think he could imagine when he was dying

that a thousand years later he would find himself in Zatonsk.

Don’t you understand? He was a person just like you and I.

He had his thoughts and feelings.

He deserves to be buried, not displayed at a museum.

You’re so wonderful.

What?

I know you said there was no going back, but still.

Still what? What, Yakov Platonovich?

I’m not a child, and neither are you.

If you have something to say, say it.

I’d love to give you everything, but all I can offer is--

Yakov Platonovich.

You stormed out in such a rush that I thought something had happened.

You understand, I’m personally responsible for this event.

Of course.

Didn’t one gentleman’s behavior seem strange to you?

I...

Oh my God.

Oh God! Piotr Ivanovich. What a surprise.

My uncle and I met at the auction.

Mariya Timofeyevna, look what I’ve purchased at the auction.

God, what is this idol? Viktor. Your brother is here.

Piotr, I didn’t expect you.

I’m glad to see you. If you aren’t, I can stay at the hotel.

Nonsense, Piotr. You’re always welcome here.

Anna, what happened at the auction? I want to know all the details.

Mom, for God’s sake, not tonight. I’m exhausted.

Go, go.

This is what I got at the auction.

And Annette, I believe, got herself a new suitor.

- Hush! - Your neighbor Kliuyev.

I’m keeping my voice down.

Anna doesn’t like it when we talk about it.

But yes, Kliuyev is courting her, and I’m very happy about it.

By the way, what do you think of him?

We didn’t talk much, but he seems a nice lad.

Well? Have you recognized anyone?

I’m not sure.

It was too noisy, so I couldn’t hear the voices,

and you forbade me to start conversations.

You shouldn’t take unnecessary risk.

If he is in town, he will soon come to your store.

Be careful. Do you have the gun with you?

Yes.

Who are you?

Excuse me, sir. Sir, I didn’t have the honor to be introduced to you.

We met yesterday at the auction. I’m Golenishchev, Egyptologist.

Shtolman, court investigator. I’m listening.

What a coincidence. I was on my way to the police station.

You see, Mr. Shtolman, the thing is...

I don’t want to hurl accusations.

I still hope this is a mistake, not an evil intention...

Could you just tell me what happened?

The mummy is a fake.

Hello.

Not a word more, sir. Let’s step into my office.

Yesterday after the auction I was, soy to say, a bit agitated.

I couldn’t wait to touch the treasure I had purchased.

The New Kingdom mummies usually are in great condition.

Some of them even have flexible joints.

This is very interesting, but could you please get to the point?

Yes, of course.

Tonight I couldn’t fight the temptation to take a good look at my priest.

I was only going to turn down a corner of the bandage

to assess the condition of the mummy.

This fabric is over 2,000 years old,

and it’s preserved due to special solutions it was soaked in.

I noticed that the bandage came off too easily,

and it immediately excited my suspicions.

I unwrapped its upper body with ease and...

realized I was looking at a fake.

How did you establish it?

Mr. Shtolman, I’ve seen dozens of Egyptian mummies,

and I can assure you they don’t have white teeth or manicured nails.

I hope Mr. Aristarkhov didn’t know it was a fake

and will willingly give me a refund.

That’s outrageous. I also believe Aristarkhov is innocent.

He inherited the collection a little over a month ago,

and it’s obvious that it was his uncle who was deceived.

It might not be that simple, Anton Andreyevich.

I wouldn’t rule out a forgery on the side of the heir.

But he wasn’t at the auction yesterday.

His lawyer was representing him.

I hope he is still in town.

If the mummy had been made recently, it might mean...

A murder.

Gentlemen.

Believe it or not, that’s what I thought, too.

Anna Viktorovna, you’re just in time.

- We have a special patient. - Female?

Yes. Judging by the condition of her teeth,

she was no older than 25.

Her stomach had been cut to extract all internal organs.

The way the body was dried out calls for a hypothesis

that it had been kept in the burning sun, exposed to dry wind,

which would be absolutely impossible in this climate.

Otherwise, it might have been treated with certain chemical substances.

Yes, it’s a very convincing fake.

That’s exactly what ancient Egyptians did to their dead.

They’d extract the organs and cure the bodies

in sodium hydroxide for 40 days.

You mean the perpetrator has mastered the Egyptian embalming technique?

Isn’t it a little...

It’s not kept under lock and seal.

Herodotus described the process in the 5th century B.C.

Forty days. So she could have been killed recently.

Forty days or forty years, for all I know.

It’s impossible to answer this question.

I swear I didn’t know anything.

The auction organizer said the mummy’s provenance was beyond any doubt.

It was bought in Luxor from Abdel Rassoul.

He gets his goods directly from tomb raiders.

Are you prepared to refund the gentleman who bought it?

Of course. I don’t have the money right now, though.

What do you mean, Dmitriy Afanasyevich?

You made a fortune at yesterday’s auction.

I know how it looks, but believe me, I owe a lot to a certain person.

We need to search your house.

- Is it necessary? - I’m afraid so.

It’s not just about forgery but a possible murder.

As you must realize, you are the prime suspect.

Get started.

Aleksandr Frantsevich, could you tell us whether this woman was killed?

Anton Andreyevich, it’s impossible to tell.

Too much time has passed.

Anna Viktorovna, I’m afraid we can’t solve this case without your help.

- All right. I’ll try. I need to be alone. - I understand you.

Gentlemen, come with me, please. I need to check some details.

The mummy’s spirit, present yourself!

Who are you?

Who is the person you owe so much money, Mr. Aristarkhov?

You are a student, three or four years from graduation.

- By the way, what do you read? - Chemistry.

Chemistry. How interesting.

Yakov Platonovich, here. I found this in the bedroom.

Who does this belong to? Does anyone else live in the house?

No. I live alone.

Whose are these things, then?

Yakov Platonovich, in the basement...

- What? - You should look for yourself.

When did you die? Who killed you?

I command you! Let me see.

I command you! Let me see. Let me see!

- Who killed you? - Anubis.

Saltpeter.

Why do you need sodium hydrate in such quantities?

Stop! Stop! I said stop. Take him!

Hands!

Anna Viktorovna, what do you have for us?

A girl. Young and rather pretty.

She was killed by a man wearing an Anubis mask, stabbed in the stomach.

That’s all I could get.

Thank you. In this case, I have to say goodbye.

I’m going to the station

to conduct the investigation in a conventional manner.

Doesn’t Mr. Golenishchev care about the mummy’s fate anymore?

Judging by the fact that he went to the hotel to prolong his reservation,

I believe he does.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

There’s nothing to discuss, Yakov Platonovich.

Everything’s clear. A lady came to Aristarkhov. Is it a fact?

Yes.

You found sodium hydrate in his basement. Also a fact.

What does it mean?

It means the student killed his visitor and embalmed her.

I’d say it’s a rather poetic way to get rid of the body.

Anton, it’s a very complicated way that doesn’t make much sense.

Golenishchev would realize sooner or later that he was deceived.

But you said Aristarkhov was going to leave the town.

If Golenishchev had unwrapped the mummy in St. Petersburg...

Where would Aristarkhov be? Far, far away.

So I say we put some pressure on him. Let’s talk to the town folk.

Someone must have seen the strange lady.

If we identify her and find out she’s missing,

it will mean she is our mummy.

You always make everything sound so easy.

Yakov Platonovich, do you have a different theory?

No.

In this case, I’ll ask you to pursue mine.

Mr. Golenishchev? I’m sorry to bother you.

Aleksey Rebushinsky, "Zatonsk Telegraph".

We met at the police station yesterday.

Yes. I recognize you, Mr. Rebushinsky. What can I do for you?

I was having dinner alone and saw you, so to say, in the same situation.

Would you like to join me? It’s more fun to eat in company.

I always wanted to talk to someone

who knows a lot about ancient Egyptian beliefs.

You’re right, it’s a fascinating subject.

But have it in mind I can’t discuss

the case and the arrest of Mr. Aristarkhov.

Of course, Vladimir Semionovich. I understand.

- Please take a seat. - Thank you.

Yes, sir?

My friend, bring us your best Madeira and 300 gram of vodka.

Yes, sir.

I don’t understand.

If a soul becomes lethargic after death,

how can it walk the earth?

No, it’s the "ba" that slips into lethargy,

a different part of the soul.

How many are there?

Seven.

The body is also part of the soul, and so is the name.

If your name is forgotten, you can never enter Duat and find eternal bliss.

So this poor mummified man will never go to heaven

unless his identity is established?

His identity? Her identity. It’s a woman.

To her.

No touching glasses.

The sinister secret of the mummy! An article by Mrs. Mironova!

Find out all the gory details!

What did I tell you?

Look at all these people buying the newspaper.

Ladies, too. And all this thanks to you, my precious Mariya Timofeyevna.

I must say it’s a nice surprise, Aleksey Yegorovich.

You never mentioned my daughter in your investigation.

How could I? You are my best author.

I’m curious, though. How did you find out the details of this ritual killing?

I don’t reveal my sources, Aleksey Yegorovich.

The Egyptian priest proved to be a woman!

An investigation by Mr. Rebushinsky! Buy "Zatonsk Telegraph".

- Mariya Timofeyevna. - Where...

A sensation in Zatonsk! Buy "Zatonsk Telegraph".

Yes, sir, a lady came to visit him.

I don’t know her name, though.

How about her age? Can you describe her?

She was good-looking. A beauty.

Her eyes were called like steel, though.

As for her age... In my time, women were considered old at 25.

Now they are still beauties at 40. I don’t know.

I see. Do you recognize these things? Are they hers?

Yes. I recognize the hat. The gloves, too.

What do you think, what was her relationship to him?

He loved her. He loved her a lot.

I love you so much.

You are my life, my destiny.

Everything I have is yours.

You have nothing, Dmitry, don’t you remember?

And your destiny is quite different.

Different, but the same for all of us.

And then? What happened next? Did they fight?

How would I know? She fired me on the same day.

What? I’m busy.

Your nobleness, a Pavel Martynov came from St. Petersburg.

He says it’s about the Aristarkhov case.

Mr. Martynov? What can I do for you?

Are you in charge of the Aristarkhov case?

Yes. So?

I’m his friend. I need to see him.

I’m afraid it isn’t possible.

Aristarkhov is charged with a serious crime

and refuses to cooperate.

In such situations, no visitors are allowed.

That’s why I came as soon as I had read the news of his arrest.

I want to persuade him to tell the truth.

I understand you.

Mr. Aristarkhov, are you going to start talking?

You’ve been testing my patience for three days.

I am in no rush, but Mr. Korobeynikov might lash out.

Do you want to go to St. Petersburg’s jail?

You won’t like it there, I promise you.

So, will you answer my questions?

You know what I believe? You aren’t a killer.

You’re a naïve and inexperienced young man,

influenced by bad company.

Excuse me, Yakov Platonovich.

Anton Andreyevich wants to see the suspect.

Pavel.

Hello, Dmitriy.

Who is it?

His friend Pavel Martynov. He came from St. Petersburg.

How are you?

Holding up.

Dmitriy, you need to confess.

I know she was a bad woman. She tortured you.

You weren’t yourself when you attacked her with a knife.

Still... Killing an innocent person is a horrible sin.

- You think there is no other option? - This is the best option.

The court will take into consideration that it was a crime of passion.

They will show leniency, and Iraida’s soul will finally find peace.

Iraida?

Yes. Her name was Iraida Suslova, and I killed her.

THE MUMMY