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I loved her more than life.

I begged her to be my wife... but she rejected me.

She’d play with me like a cat plays with a mouse,

petting me and pushing me away.

That night she told me she was in love with someone else.

Something got into me.

I grabbed a knife from the table and stabbed her...

in the stomach.

Anton Andreyevich, I think I read something like that in a Merimee novel.

Why did you turn her into a mummy?

I didn’t want to part with her... With her body.

As a chemist, I was interested in this experiment.

I stole caustic soda from the university laboratory.

And you took some extra for future experiments?

Somehow you quickly got tired of your beloved’s body

and decided to sell it.

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

EPISODE 6 THE MUMMY

Iraida Suslova, 26, member of a terrorist faction and organization

that had emerged after the People’s Will debacle.

She was the only one who managed to escape

after an assassination against the emperor.

The police have been looking for her all this time.

And we found her. It’s a fantastic stroke of luck.

Or a well-rehearsed show.

Why do you doubt it? Aristarkhov has confessed.

Yes, encouraged by his St. Petersburg friend

who, as you could see, had virtually put the words in his mouth.

You’re exaggerating.

It’s strange, though, that Martynov hadn’t come earlier.

He came right after he had read Rebushinsky’s investigation

and Mrs. Mironova’s article,

explaining about the mummy’s gender, the scar on the body...

You found caustic soda in his basement. It’s an irrefutable proof.

Anton Andreyevich, can you picture Dmitriy Aristarkhov

autopsying a body and extracting internal organs.

It requires a steady hand and at least some basic knowledge of anatomy.

And the main question is, why do this in the first place?

It would be much easier to bury the body in the woods.

You know, Anna Viktorovna?

There are secrets in my head that my moustache doesn’t know.

So, congratulations are in order, Anton Andreyevich?

Will you get a promotion or some other reward?

Anna Viktorovna, you know that your attention is my greatest prize.

Why don’t you look at me more kindly?

Don’t I deserve your attention?

Of course you do, Anton Andreyevich.

Wasn’t it Mr. Shtolman who arrested Mr. Aristarkhov, though?

Why are you talking about...

I sent him to the Aristarkhov’s house, just to save some time.

The case looked serious.

Just look at her! She’s a horrible woman.

You can see it in your eyes that she will stop for nothing. But...

Who is it?

What?

- It’s not her. - What do you mean?

A different girl was killed at the Aristarkhov’s house.

So you insist you didn’t know who Iraida Suslova really was?

- Yes. - How did you meet her?

Three nor four months ago at a St. Petersburg pub.

First love?

Yes.

But you still don’t believe me, do you?

Why?

I believe people who tell me the truth.

Hello.

Good day, Miss Mironova. I’m so glad to see you again.

There’s no need for formalities. Call me Anna.

I came to see how things are going at the store.

They exceed my boldest expectations.

People in this town read a lot. I have lots of orders.

What do they order?

You want to know?

All right.

Twelve orders for the "Two Sphynxes" by Ms. Kryzhanovskaya.

Everybody seems interested in Egypt.

I can imagine. What else?

Mrs. Selezniova wants to know the future.

"The Extensive Guide to Tarot Cards."

Postmaster Kuziakin has gout. Spells for joints pains.

Spells? He wouldn’t come to see the doctor.

And he seems an educated man!

Mr. Kliuyev ordered the "Gramineous Plants of Middle Russia" by Sabashnikov Brothers,

and Mr. Shtolman - the "Heresy and Dangerous Cults" encyclopedia.

How strange.

Are you surprised?

Do you know this Mr. Shtolman?

Here in Zatonsk we all know each other. Can you order another copy for me?

Of course. Are you interested in this subject?

I’d rather say I’m curious.

Excuse me, are you related to Mrs. Mironova?

Yes, she’s my mother.

I couldn’t stop reading her article. I still see this horrible picture.

A masked man stabs his innocent victim in the stomach!

- Is it all in the article? - Yes. Haven’t you read it?

I probably should pay more attention to Mother’s writings.

Excuse me, Polina.

Goodbye.

Hello, Anna Viktorovna.

Hello, Yakov Platonovich.

Were you at the bookstore?

Are you surprised? Or is this an interrogation?

Rather a conversation opener.

Are you going there, too?

No, I was just passing by.

Tell me, did you see something at the auction?

I’m not sure. It only lasted a few seconds.

But you felt sick. You fainted.

I think I saw Anubis stubbing someone in the stomach.

- Anubis? Not Dmitriy Aristarkhov? - You think Dmitriy is innocent?

I have some doubts. You will tell me if you...

See something?

Of course I’ll immediately tell... Anton Andreyevich.

You’re right. It will be better.

- Have a good day, Anna Viktorovna. - You too, Yakov Platonovich.

This is so nice! Just listen to this.

“Your style is light and easy, like breathing,

and your writer’s gift is undeniable.”

Who wrote this to you?

A reader. I get twice as many letters now.

I must say your article about the mummy sounded very lively.

You have added some lies, though.

I embellished it a little. Nobody wants to read about real life.

Tell me please, did you hear it from me about the knife wound in the stomach?

Yes. What’s the problem? I don’t understand.

The problem is that they won’t be able to find the culprit now.

He found out all about the investigation from your article.

Nonsense. The case is closed. The killer was arrested.

Really?

We aren’t so sure.

Who are these we? Shtolman?

Shtolman and I.

I will never tell you anything again.

You just envy my success, Anna, and do a poor job hiding it.

Nobody ever understood me in this family.

It’s true that one’s enemies will be those of his own household.

I need to work.

I should get back to my work, too. Liza!

Please bring me coffee to my study.

Yes, sir.

Well, Anna?

Do you really think Dmitriy Aristarkhov is innocent?

He confessed.

There are many discrepancies.

And most importantly,

Iraida Suslova doesn’t look like the spirit I saw.

You see spirits again?

Yes.

I need your help.

Can I have the bandages and amulets back?

They are authentic and have some value.

Of course you can keep them. At least something...

What about the refund?

Aristarkhov’s house will be sold on an auction,

and you will get your 5,000 from the returns.

But I’m afraid it won’t be soon.

Unfortunately, we haven’t found out yet what he did with the money.

Did he say what happened to the real mummy?

The real one?

Yes. There was the real mummy, Thothmes the priest.

What happened to it?

- Thothmes? - Yes.

Let’s ask him right now. Come with me.

Annett, I suddenly felt like I went five years back in time

when you and I were doing séances and solved interesting riddles.

Those were the days! I must say I miss them.

You have a chance to have it all back. Look at this house. It looks so sinister.

It’s in the woods, far from the city.

It’s a perfect place to commit a crime.

You didn’t say why we’re here.

The murder was committed in this house’s basement.

The mummy was embalmed here, too.

I thought I should try to summon the girl’s spirit on the crime scene.

Maybe she will give me another sign.

How do we get in, though?

Annett, it’s illegal.

You promised to help.

Hold this. I’m just asking!

I’m just asking...

- Hold it. - Well, Uncle...

When you asked for my help, you sounded so mysterious...

that I immediately realized some of my skills might come in handy.

Thank you.

What, again?

I spent two hours talking to Mr. Shtolman, and I’m exhausted.

It’s all right, Dmitriy Afanasyevich.

They’ll take you to St. Petersburg tomorrow,

and you’ll have rest at the Shpalernaya St. jail.

Meanwhile, tell us what you did with the real mummy.

The real...

Mummy?

I don’t know. Careful, Annett. Mind the steps.

What do we want to see here?

What?

Iraida Suslova’s spirit, present yourself.

Iraida Suslova’s spirit...

You know, I’m almost sure it’s not Suslova.

Are you?

Maybe her spirit is in low spirits today.

The mummy’s spirit, present yourself.

The mummy’s spirit, present yourself...

Annette, is it here?

Who are you?

Look!

Annett. Do you see?

Quiet.

See? Do you hear it? Do you?

See?

Wait for me here. I’ll be back in a minute.

Stay here.

Uncle, where are you going?

Dmitriy Afanasyevich, you’re not helping yourself by staying silent.

What did you do to the real mummy?

If we find it, I’m sure Mr. Golenishchev won’t demand the refund.

I won’t.

I burned it.

Burned it?

Yes. In the stove.

Broke it apart and burned it. It burned so merrily!

God. What a vandal!

Oh my God.

Careful, Annett. Careful.

All right.

Annett.

Not a boring moment with you... Yes.

Yakov Platonovich, you were right. Aristarkhov didn’t burn the mummy.

Which means he didn’t kill Iraida Suslova. She is...

Alive?

We need to send a cable to St. Petersburg.

How could I be so stupid? I jumped to conclusion.

Did you know from the beginning?

I had my suspicions.

I didn’t say anything because I wanted the conspirators to believe

that they had succeeded.

They? You mean he wasn’t alone!

God, my investigator’s reputation is ruined.

Don’t be in a rush to give up on yourself.

I don’t know.

I’m sorry to wake you up so late, but this is urgent.

We have just received a cable saying

that Miss Suslova was arrested at the border.

It can’t be true. It must be a mistake.

She was arrested together with your friend Pavel Martynov.

They were trying to leave the country with a huge sum.

Pavel...

She and he...

The bastard!

I should have known. Great plan!

Send me to jail and go abroad with Iraida.

It’s a fantastic plan, yes. And you?

First you give all your inheritance to your friend and his lover,

and then you confess to a murder you never committed.

Dmitriy Stepanovich was probably going to donate his inheritance

for a good cause: overturning the tyranny and liberating the working people.

Am I right?

Thank you, Liza. You can go rest.

You look tired, Annett. You could use some rest, too.

What’s wrong? Is it here?

No, but...

I feel something.

Enough!

Enough! What do you want?

Leave me alone!

What happened to the lights?

Mariya Timofeyevna, it was something meteorological.

An atmospheric phenomenon. It happens in spring.

Why are you up?

I was writing a new article, “The Mummy’s Return.”

No, “The Mummy Returns” sounds even better.

Both headlines sound perfect, Mariya Timofeyevna.

What did you need caustic soda for? A bomb?

Yes.

Whom were you going to kill?

Moscow’s governor general.

I was to make the bomb, and Iraida - organize everything in Moscow.

It was convenient for us that the police believed her dead.

So it was all a lie?

There was no conspiracy,

and they were simply going to escape with my money?

Exactly. How did you pass her the money?

I had a solicitor take it to Moscow and deliver to the appointed person.

I was going to go join her on the day I was arrested.

Where were you going to meet her? Abroad?

Merchant Zatulin’s home in Male Gnezdniki, ask for Akulina.

Take him back to his cell.

Wait. You haven’t caught them, have you?

You deceived me!

- Played on my feelings! Made me a snitch! - I saved you from jail.

If you act sensible, you’ll get away with exile.

You have a chance for a fresh start. Don’t waste it.

Take him away.

Bravo, Yakov Platonovich. You played him like a dummy. Bravo!

We need to send a cable to Moscow.

If they are lucky, they might arrest Suslova tonight.

Now the bosses will value you even more.

No, Yakov Platonovich, it was you.

You solved the case, not me.

I believed Aristarkhov.

Anton Andreyevich, I strongly insist you don’t tell anyone about that.

I will be more than satisfied if you are considered Zatonsk’s best investigator.

Besides, the mummy case isn’t closed yet.

That’s right. We have no victim and no culprit.

Maybe this mystery will remain unsolved.

I will never give up, especially now,

when we are almost certain that the murder and the embalming

both took place in Aristarkhov’s basement.

We need to question again everybody who knew the late landlord

and could have seen something.

He never talked to anyone but his housekeeper.

Let’s start with her, then.

Vladimir Semionovich.

- Good morning. - Anna Viktorovna.

I must say that your letter, brought by a messenger yesterday, surprised me.

I need your help.

Yesterday in Aristarkhov’s basement Thothmes’s spirit appeared to me.

Are you serious? I didn’t mean to insult you.

The thing is, he doesn’t behave like other spirits.

I don’t know what to expect of him.

All right.

Let’s find a quiet place where we can talk. Come on.

I’m sorry, Anna Viktorovna, I’m a little nervous.

You understand, such things don’t happen to me every day.

All right. Yes. Is Thothmes’s spirit here now?

Yes. Right behind you.

Don’t look back. You won’t see him anyway.

My God.

He wants to tell me something.

What? I don’t understand.

I don’t understand.

- Anna Viktorovna, are you all right? - He has just talked to me through you.

How?

- Something like this. - Unbelievable.

Have you understood something?

No. I can only write and read hieroglyphs.

But, my God, Anna Viktorovna!

I am the first modern scientist who got to hear the ancient Egyptian language!

In my loose adaptation.

It doesn’t matter.

God, I can’t begin to tell you how excited I am!

Don’t even try, Mr. Golenishchev.

- I wouldn’t understand. - Yes...

You said you could write and read hieroglyphs.

More or less.

Paper! Quick! Give me some paper!

Praskovya Ivanovna, did Erast Andreyevich ever had company?

No, he didn’t like guests and never invited anyone.

So in all these years you had been working for him

nobody ever stayed with him?

I don’t think so.

Why not, sir?

Erast Andreyevich used to spend ten months in every year traveling abroad.

When he would come back, he wanted to rest from people.

How about women? They never visited?

Never.

Maybe he was seeing someone abroad. I don’t know about that.

But there was no other woman here.

Other than who?

Well, I don’t see why I should hide it now.

We were together once. A long time ago.

I was young and pretty then.

That’s it. I think.

All right. This hieroglyph definitely means a tomb.

Of course. Naturally.

He simply wants us to bury him. Lay him to rest.

I doubt it, Anna Viktorovna.

You see, the seven parts of the soul can be united and enter the great beyond

only if a serious of conditions are observed:

the mummy’s integrity, the existence of a tomb...

Is that what you believe?

That’s what Thothmes believes.

That you’ll ruin him if you bury him in a grave.

What does he want from me, then?

He wants you to build him a new tomb, obviously.

Me?

God, this is a nightmare.

Could you ask him to speak ancient Egyptian through my mouth again?

Mr. Golenishchev.

I’m sorry.

A scholar’s enthusiasm. Is he still here?

So he has said all he wanted.

Maybe you interpretation was incorrect.

Looks like it was correct after all.

Wait. I’m thinking. And I believe I have an idea.

- What are you doing? - It’s a message for him.

Stop!

- Yes! - What?

It means the message was approved.

What did you write?

That we want to build a new tomb for him,

but it will take some time; maybe several years.

But what does it mean?

Here. Look.

At Russian artists’ congress,

Prof. Rumiantsev called on creating a new museum of fine arts in Moscow.

Look. This design for the future building won the competition.

Actually, I was going to purchase the mummy for my collection,

but now I’ll gladly present it to the museum as soon as it’s open.

Step aside.

The same sign.

Brilliant! Let’s hope your problem is solved.

Only one of the two.

What is the other one?

Who was the girl turned into a mummy?

Look at this! It just came from Moscow.

Did you run to Moscow and back to get it yourself?

“Iraida Suslova arrested. The conspirators exposed.”

Congratulations. This is wonderful.

Now we can finally go home.

You go, and I’ll stay a while to rummage in the archives.

Yakov Platonovich, you’re a remarkable person.

You’re one of those people who will build a new road if they can’t find one.

I need to find out if a missing girl or woman had been registered in the last...

How far back do our archives go?

How far? Well...

I’m afraid it’s too much for you to cope with it alone.

Who killed you if not Aristarkhov?

Why are you sitting here like a queen?

The dishes have been piling from yesterday.

I don’t care about the dishes. You’re the housekeeper.

I was hired because of my looks. I won’t dirty my hands.

Tania! My beauty...

My sorceress, my Aphrodite reborn!

Enough, Erast Andreyevich. You’ll jinx me.

Erast Andreyevich...

You old fool. It’s your fault! You didn’t take a good care of her.

Get out! Out!

I’ll give you immortality. You’ll live forever.

Tatyana. Her name is Tatyana.

Yakov Platonovich, good day.

Good morning, doctor.

I was told you wanted me to come immediately.

Sorry to bother you, doctor,

but here is the list of missing women in our province.

Could you check which descriptions match our mysterious mummy?

It’s a long list, though.

Is Anna Viktorovna in hospital today?

No. She had been working too hard lately,

so I ordered her to go home and have some sleep.

Goodbye, then. I’ll arrange for your drive back to the hospital.

What can I do for you, Miss?

I’m looking for Praskovya Lisitsyna. I was told she lived here.

Well, I’m Praskovya. Come in.

Don’t be afraid. I’m from a charitable society.

We will bring you food or medicine if you need it.

Really? Oh, thank you so much! Take a seat.

Good morning, Miss.

Let’s see who you might be.

Say, Glafira Petrovna Lizanova...

I couldn’t sleep for a while. Do you have pills for this?

Why is it that you can’t sleep?

My old sins won’t let me.

Do you recognize this? It belonged to your late master.

Anubis, the god of death.

It makes your blood curdle, doesn’t it?

And if it comes to you in dreams, you might die from a heart attack.

I don’t understand what you’re getting at.

You understand me perfectly well, Praskovya. Yes, you do.

- I know you killed that girl. - No!

- You killed her many years ago. - No! I didn’t kill her!

My master went to St. Petersburg for a week then.

How can you live here, Auntie Pasha? Among all these horrors.

What do you mean?

These horrible idols the master keeps in the basement.

What do you know about it?

They are antiques. They cost a lot of money.

Erast Andreyevich took me there to show them off, and I almost died.

It’s a nightmare. Especially the dog-headed demon.

I see him in my dreams.

He’s creepy!

I’ll show you the demon. I’ll show you a nightmare!

You’ll ran away from home.

No! No!

Tatyana!

Tatyana!

Tatyana!

God...

When Erast Andreyevich came back, I told him...

I had found her dead in her bed one morning.

He took her to the basement...

and did something with her, I don’t know what.

He mourned her for six months,

and then he called me back to him.

Go to the police. Relieve your conscience.

The court will take it into consideration that it was an accident.

No, thanks. Let the Lord be my judge.

I loved Erast Andreyevich. I gave all my life to him.

And he brought this girl and made me serve her.

He didn’t leave me one penny in his will.

You lot don’t see us as human beings.

Dmitriy Afanasyevich was the only decent person.

You can’t take a human life. Go to the police.

Then I’ll go.

No! Stop!

Are you all right?

Why did you go to Praskovya alone?

I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.

I wanted to test my theory.

Why didn’t you come to me?

In fact, we had already closed in on Tatyana Stolbova

who worked for Aristarkhov senior and went missing 30 years ago.

The spirits don’t ask me how much longer they’ll need to wait.

Still, next time, when you want to test a theory...

Next time? There won’t be a next time. I’m tired of this.

I won’t stand in the way of your investigation again.

Anna Viktorovna, Yakov Platonovich, I missed our meetings so much.

And now we’re together again.

So I thought why don’t we have a musical party tonight?

Anna Viktorovna, I’ll accompany you with my subtle tremolo.

I’m sorry, but I can’t do it tonight. I’m busy.

Come on, Yakov Platonovich. The case is solved.

Yakov Platonovich has bigger things to attend to.

Like studying dangerous cults and heresies.

What do you mean?

I was joking.

Goodbye.

Anna Viktorovna is upset.

Really, there is nothing worse than a person

who lost the ability to be happy.

Finally. You made me wait.

BOOKSTORE

THE MUMMY