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Mother, help!

Vania? Vania! Son!

I’m coming! Where are you?

What is it, ma’am? Another nightmare?

Vania...

Ma’am, it’s all your nerves.

Here, drink some motherwort. Come on.

He... wants to tell me something important.

He’s been coming to my dreams for a month.

Doctor has been dead for over a year.

You should calm down, stop torturing yourself.

Lay out my dress.

I’m going to town. Maybe she’ll see me.

- Who? - Someone who can talk to Ivan for me.

ALEKSANDRA NIKIFOROVA

DMITRIY FRID

SERGEY DRUZYAK

IRINA SIDOROVA ANDREY RYKLIN

BORIS KHVOSHNIANSKY ANDREY LUKYANOV

YULIYA TAKSHINA MAKSIM RADUGIN

NIKOLAY DENISOV YURI VNUKOV

WRITTEN BY YELENA VAKHRUSHEVA

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 7. DOCTOR’S NOTES

Anna Viktorovna, please, say something.

Me?

Well... What should I say?

Anything.

Your great-grandchildren will hear your voice one day.

Today is June 6, 1894.

The weather is fine.

Andrey Petrovich and I are recording voices.

- Oh God. Is this how I sound? - Yes.

It’s so... unpleasant.

Not at all. You have a beautiful voice.

It always seems strange when you hear it first.

Good day. Can I see Anna Mironova?

It’s me.

I’m so glad you’re here.

I came on business... a special business.

They say your gift is back.

Please... Help me talk to my son.

I’m sorry. I stopped doing this long ago.

Please. I’m begging you. I’m all he has.

He’s trying to tell me something important, I’m sure.

Anna Viktorovna, help me!

All right.

Come in.

Andrey Petrovich, excuse me. I’ll have to leave for a while.

If you please.

Today is June 6...

My son Ivan Glebov was a local doctor.

Last fall he went to visit a patient in the neighboring village

and never came back.

His carriage and horses were found in the fields two days later,

and Vania was found only in spring, when the snow melted.

My condolences. Losing the only child is hard.

Thank you, but I’ve already made my peace with it.

However, Vania has been coming to me every night for the last month.

- Coming to you? - In my dreams.

It’s as if he’s trying to tell me something.

Calling to me, “Mother, mother!”

I’m afraid Vania’s death wasn’t natural.

He was killed.

His soul won’t find peace until we find the culprit.

All right. I’ll try to help you.

Ivan’s spirit, present yourself!

Ivan’s spirit, present yourself!

Ivan Glebov’s spirit, present yourself!

Is he here?

Yes, he is.

What... What is he saying?

Did your son have children?

No. Vania’s wife died childless.

He never recovered after her death.

He was trying to distract himself with work.

He was cradling a child in his arms. Then he took a needle and started sewing.

The thread was so long...

Thread follows needle.

Of course.

God, I’m so silly.

I’ve stayed for too long. I should go home.

I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you more.

No, my angel. You were a great help. God bless you.

Andrey Petrovich.

No need to say anything. I understand.

I know how to keep a secret.

I think it’s an open secret now.

How did it go, ma’am?

Did the fortune-teller tell you anything about the doctor?

No. Nothing.

You need to eat, ma’am. You need to be strong.

I know, you fool. Don’t chew my ear off.

A messenger was here half an hour ago. Mrs. Samsonova asked you to come.

Why didn’t you tell me before?

I have something to attend to.

- Where are you going? - On business, Masha.

Can you tell me what it is?

Viktor, you are never at home.

You became so secretive, and you don’t pay any attention to me.

Why are you like this?

You always exaggerate.

I have an urgent business in town.

You are a modern woman, you work for Rebushinsky.

You should understand such things.

A modern woman’s problems...

- She must have fallen. - No, she jumped.

Maybe someone pushed her.

he widow lost her mind after the doctor’s death.

Stay back! There’s nothing to look at.

Wipe the lens.

Yes, your nobleness.

Take a photograph from the other side, too.

And don’t forget the purse.

- Very good. - Is it the same camera?

Yes, it’s still functioning.

- Where do you get the reagents? - We order them from St. Petersburg.

I’m glad to see you, Anton Andreyevich.

I wish the situation were different, though.

But we always meet like this.

Take this angle now.

- Who is she? Have you found out? - Antonina Glebova.

- Married? - A widow.

Her son Ivan Glebov was a village doctor.

We should talk to him.

It would be nice, but... he died about a year ago.

His horses made a bolt.

It doesn’t look like suicide.

It doesn’t.

- We need to send the body to Dr. Milts. - There is no rush now.

It’s clear as day. Mironova did him in.

Who?

Agafya, Glebova’s maid,

said her mistress went to this Anna the hex today.

And now, not three hours later...

- The police will handle this. - You shouldn’t spread rumors.

I’m sure Anna Viktorovna has nothing to do with it.

Hello, Anna Viktorovna.

Hello, Yakov Platonovich. Is something amiss?

Unfortunately, yes.

Did you meet with Antonina Glebova today?

Yes. How do you know?

Boil this.

Her body was found in the ravine near the settlement.

It might be an accident, or someone pushed her.

What did she come for?

She wanted me to help her talk to her son.

Did you help?

I did.

Anna Viktorovna, you should be more careful.

God knows who might come to you with such request.

You can’t help just anybody.

Yakov Platonovich, it’s for me to decide what I can and can’t do.

God... I shouldn’t have let her go. She was so... agitated.

Don’t blame yourself. None of it is your fault.

Please don’t walk around the town alone, at least today.

Can someone walk you home?

Yes. Andrey Petrovich... Kliuyev.

Then I have nothing to worry about.

Goodbye.

Hello, my friend. Do you work here?

I used to be Mrs. Glebova’s yard hand, God rest her soul.

- For how long? - Almost two years.

So you were here when her son went missing.

Yes, your nobleness. Mrs. Glebova was shattered.

At first she hoped he’d come back,

and when they found his body in the spring, she’d wail every night.

She turned the doctor’s study into sort of a museum.

Everything’s just as it used to be.

The mistress wouldn’t let anyone come in there.

Agafya disobeyed her once, and she almost fired her.

- Who is she? - The maid. It’s just the two of us.

I see.

- Yes? - Is it a bad time, Aleksandr Frantsevich?

Anton Andreyevich, hello. I’m always glad to see you.

Have you established the time of death?

Judging by the blood clotting, it happened three or four hours ago.

And the question that worries me the most:

did she do it or did someone do it to her?

Come here.

Closer. Look. Do you see this wound?

This hematoma tells us that the blow was dealt from the right

with an oblong blunt object.

If she fell and hit herself on a flat rock,

it would look differently.

- So is it a murder? - Definitely.

Oh, my mistress... God rest her soul.

She went to see this lady.

I knew it wouldn’t end well, and it didn’t.

You mean Anna Mironova?

She has nothing to do with it, and I warn you against spreading rumors.

When did you last see your mistress?

At lunchtime. Later she went to the Samsonovs.

Do you know why?

She worked as a housekeeper for the young mistress.

Where were you at that time?

Here, of course. Where else? Doing some chores.

My mistress would usually come back by seven.

I cooked dinner, started the samovar, but she didn’t come.

Then the yard hands came and told me she had been found.

Can I take a look at the doctor’s study?

Our doctor was the best. Everybody loved him in this district.

Patients came to him from the whole province.

Everything here is the way it used to be.

My mistress preserved his memory.

I suppose mother and son were quite fond of each other.

But the doctor was young and single. Did he have any affairs?

Ivan Ivanovich was a decent man. He saved people’s lives.

He didn’t have time for fooling around.

- How do you know? - Me?

He often asked me to help him. Boil the instruments and all.

So I knew he was either with the patients or here at home.

This was his life. It’s all here.

Thank you.

You can go. I’ll have a look around.

DOCTOR GLEBOV

You didn’t tell him about your fooling around with the doctor.

Quiet! Stay out of it.

- If you spill the beans, I’ll show you! - Don’t try to scare me.

Keep your mouth shut, you scum!

You’ll be begging in the streets before you know it.

Right.

Spirit of Antonina Glebova, present yourself!

Spirit of Antonina Glebova, present yourself!

Spirit of Antonina...

D`or... Gold?

Milts confirms that the widow died a violent death.

She was hit in the head and thrown into the ravine

to make it look like suicide.

- Looks like it’s true. - Yes.

Come in.

Finally! How long does it take to fix a lamp?

Let it be light! Thank you. Let it be light.

I’ve been talking to the neighbors.

Nobody had a grudge against Glebova. She didn’t have debts or enemies.

It’s hard to believe that someone had a reason to kill her.

Have you found out something?

The maid and the yard hand claim that Glebova had gone to the Samsonovs.

I searched the doctor’s study.

His scalpel is missing from his instruments box.

- The doctor could have misplaced it. - I don’t think so.

The room is very neat, and the maid says Glebova wouldn’t let anyone in the room.

Goddamn this electricity. Do you think she took the scalpel?

Maybe.

She came to Anna today and asked her to talk to her late son.

I heard about that. It’s the talk of the town.

Anna Viktorovna told her that her son had been killed.

Maybe the widow realized who had done it and was going to take revenge.

Nobody was killed, thank God.

I hope so. Also, consider this: the doctor was found early in the spring.

The body wad decomposed,

but they found an oblong hematoma on his head.

- Like the widow’s? - Exactly.

They thought he hit his head and fell into the ravine.

But if he was killed, and the widow found out and went to take revenge...

The culprit could have killed her.

We need to go to the Samsonovs tomorrow.

Maybe they’ll shed some light on this shady business.

Anna, I’m so happy to see you.

Hello, Polina.

I was passing by and decided to see how you were.

Fine, thank you. Your book has arrived this morning.

Really? What book?

This one.

ENCYCLOPEDIA OF HERESIES AND DANGEROUS CULTS

Oh, I forgot.

How much do I owe you?

It’s on the house.

If I ever need to talk to my late grandfather, you’ll help me, wont’ you?

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.

It’s just that the entire town talks about it, and I believe in such things.

I understand.

I just feel uncomfortable when people talk...

About your gift?

I understand.

I promise not to ask questions

unless you want to discuss it.

I’m just curious about how everything works behind the veil.

- I’m afraid I can’t tell you that. - Really? Why don’t you ask them?

I feel there are questions that shouldn’t be asked.

So, how much do I owe you?

It’s 2 rubles 45 kopecks.

Again, I apologize. I feel horrible.

I wouldn’t want to lose your good will.

I’m sorry, too.

I promise not to be angry with you and come back soon.

Yes, come tell me how you like the book.

I looked through it, and it seemed rather interesting.

Hello, Anna Viktorovna. Are you in a hurry?

I am.

What is this volume?

I believe you’re well acquainted with it.

You’re speaking in riddles.

Unfortunately, I don’t have your gift

and can’t answer you unless you show me the book.

I’m in a hurry. Some other time.

It’s a pity. I’m going to the Samsonovs’ now.

Mrs. Glebova was their housekeeper,

and she was at their house not long before she died.

Who is this Samsonov? I never heard of him before.

A gold mines owner who recently moved here from Yeniseysk province.

Gold...

His wife Anastasiya Petrovna, nee Fomina, married well for a tailor’s daughter.

A tailor... Thread follows needle...

Yakov Platonovich, can you wait for me?

- I’ll tell Dr. Milts I’m going with you. - Of course. I’ll wait.

My dear Mariya Timofeyevna, this is capital! Capital!

Sincere, shocking, and fresh.

You’ve described perfectly the boredom of the married life,

the spouses losing interest in each other,

the impossibility for a woman to apply herself

because of the narrow-minded society.

But... Mariya Timofeyevna, you should be prepared.

All family tyranny defenders will attack you.

Let them. A fight is better than boredom.

I think so, too. And believe me, we’ll fight together.

I won’t let them hurt you.

Do you agree with me that a modern woman needs something to get busy?

I must confess if I had to take care of cooking and kids all day long,

I would have lost my mind.

You haven’t been married, have you, Aleksey Yegorovich!

No. I’m not inclined toward family life.

I need a broad field of operations, I need space, flight, inspiration.

It’s a shame. You would make a fun husband.

What?

I mean, not boring.

Who knows, Mariya Timofeyevna. Who knows.

Did you offer this job to Mrs. Glebova?

After the doctor’s death I felt sorry for her.

The poor thing was all alone, without any means.

Did you know the doctor?

Of course.

He would often come to my father’s house when I still lived there.

- Was he friends with your father? - Not exactly.

If someone fell ill, we’d always send for him.

He was a great doctor. He could cure any illness.

Nastia. I’m home, my darling.

Do we have company?

Yakov Platonovich Shtolman, the court investigator.

My assistant, Anna Viktorovna Mironova.

We’re here in connection with Mrs. Glebova’s murder.

Her body was found in the ravine not far from your house yesterday.

God!

What a tragedy. Poor woman.

First her son, and now her. Sit down, please.

I know she was your housekeeper. Were you satisfied with her work?

She was a nice woman. A bit slow for a housekeeper.

I kept her only for Nastia’s sake. My Nastia is a bleeding heart.

Strange. Anastasiya Samsonova doesn’t love her husband at all.

- She can barely stand him. - He seems such a mild man.

Appearances can be deceitful, Anna Viktorovna.

Why did she agreed to this marriage? Could it be the money?

Many would find this a sufficient reason.

Anastasiya Petrovna says the doctor came to her father’s house often.

He lives not far from here, across the settlement.

Let’s pay him a visit.

Anastasiya’s father? You think he knows something?

Sometimes patients know more of their doctors

than the doctors themselves.

And criminals - about investigators?

My friend, does Piotr Gavrilovich Fomin live here?

That’s right, your nobleness.

Are you his neighbor?

I used to be his groom. He’s having a lot of visitors lately.

Who else visited him? Was it Antonina Glebova?

I don’t know anything.

Your eyes say that you do and don’t want to tell.

Yes, she was here. They had a fight.

I could hear them yelling in the stable.

What were they fighting about?

I don’t know. I don’t have a habit to eavesdrop.

What happened then?

She ran out, all upset, and left.

- Are you sure? - Of course. I saw her leave.

Where did you get this?

I got hurt when fixing a wheel.

Of course I remember the doctor. He was a good lad.

Do you know he studied in St. Petersburg and graduated with honors?

He could have stayed in the capital but preferred to come back to his home town.

He was too good for it.

I offered him to found a clinic.

People would come from throughout the province.

But he was too modest to say yes.

Yes! That’s the biggest problem of a good man.

Modesty!

While vile men are pushing through, the noble ones are left behind.

I can’t breathe. I’ll go get some air.

How about some liqueur, my dear? You’ll feel better.

I prefer to walk.

She’s a feisty one.

Is it your baby... or did you deliver it?

Miss, you can’t be here.

You aren’t his mother, are you?

Did Mrs. Glebova, the late doctor’s mother,

come to you yesterday?

She come and went. She has no business to be here.

I know you had an argument.

Was it Kolka, my apprentice? I’ll kick the bastard out!

What was the argument about?

She asked for money, and I said no.

She started crying,

talking about all the good the doctor did us.

Am I a rich man? I can barely make ends meet.

So I told her to leave. Kolka saw her leaving, by the way.

You are a tailor, if I’m not mistaken?

I take fewer orders now.

My son-in-law supports me, thank God.

Piotr Gavrilovich, I’m sorry, I opened the wrong door.

Is it your son there with the nanny?

- What, you don’t remember? - No.

It’s my Kolka’s.

He knocked up some poor girl, and then she died.

Kolka begged me on his knees to let him live here.

“I’ll work twice as much, just let him stay.”

I said yes. What am I, a fiend?

Kolka? You mean your apprentice?

Yes. Yes, your nobleness.

You can ask him.

We will.

Thank you, Mr. Fomin.

The apprentice confirmed the baby was his,

but he couldn’t tell us the child’s name.

Covering up for his master? Why would Fomin lie?

He is a widower. He could recognize the baby is his.

No one would think any less of him.

Anna Viktorovna said the baby was with a nanny, not the mother.

Is his mother dead?

Glebov was the Fomins’ family doctor.

Maybe he delivered the baby, and something went wrong.

In this case, Fomin might blame the doctor and crave revenge.

Here, we have a motive.

They say the doctor was very meticulous

about registering his patients’ names and keeping the records.

Let’s go to Glebova’s house.

- Now? - Yes, right now.

I’ll be right back.

- Uncle? - Annett?

Are you reading?

I found your medical magazine. It’s fascinating.

Where do the flowers come from?

Andrey Petrovich sent them for you after dinner.

- How nice. - I think he’s quite taken by you.

I think you’re quite taken with medical science.

Since when?

You know, Annett,

a saw this lady in Baden-Baden whose heart stopped,

and a doctor performed mouth-to-mouth.

That’s when I realized it was the noblest profession.

I think maybe I should enroll at some medical course.

Piotr Ivanovich, I’m afraid you’ll get bored in a week.

Why? It’s so interesting.

Everyone needs to do something useful in his life. Why not this?

Find something else.

- Like what? - Good night.

Here’s another.

- Gentlemen, tea? - No, thank you.

I could use a cuppa.

Anton Andreyevich, we need to look through all records

concerning deliveries in the last 18 months.

Yes. If the child is around one year old,

he had to be born right before the doctor’s death.

Brilliant.

Gentlemen, why don’t I help you?

I know better than anyone where things are here.

What records do you need?

God, I’m so awkward. Let me pick these32 up.

Wait for us in the parlor.

All right.

I can’t believe it! Yakov Platonovich, I think I’ve found it.

Akulina Baranova.

Isn’t she the wife of groom Baranov who lives next to Fomin?

She is.

Died 14 months ago from extensive blood loss.

Come on, let’s go.

Gentlemen, have you found what you were looking for?

We found something.

Don’t let anyone come into the study or touch anything there.

As you say.

Hey, boy! Give me a hand. Now!

What do you want?

Come on. Let’s clean the doctor’s study.

Mr. Detective said not to touch anything there.

Don’t listen to strangers.

Baranova had died two weeks before the doctor went missing.

It all fits. Baranov is a groom, a burly man.

He could have killed the doctor with one blow.

He has a good knowledge of local roads,

and it would be easy for him to catch up with a carriage in the snowstorm.

You think he killed Glebova, too?

Maybe. I saw a scar on his hand, just like from a scalpel wound.

Besides, we know that Glebova was at Fomin’s that night.

Baranov lives next to him, so he could know where she was heading.

You’re here?

What happened?

I don’t understand.

Go! Hurry!

Where to?

My house.

Uncle?

Annett, come here. Listen what it says here!

“A young lady was unable to give her husband an heir

in the three years of their marriage, so she turned to professor Knabbe.”

- Where are you going? - To the late Glebova’s house.

I’m coming with you.

Let me get dressed.

Good evening.

It’s almost night, your nobleness. What do I owe the honor?

Was the late Akulina your wife?

That’s right. She died in labor, God rest her soul.

You’ll have to come with us.

What for?

Don’t resist or we’ll have to use force.

Yakov Platonovich!

Yakov Platonovich! Please explain what’s going on here.

Your groom is a suspect in the murders of the doctor and his mother.

He is under arrest until the circumstances are clarified.

What? Why would he do this?

Did you see Mr. Baranov the day before yesterday,

when Mrs. Baranova was here?

Right! He wasn’t at home.

I wanted to visit my daughter and was going to ask him to drive me.

I was knocking at the door, but he wasn’t at home.

He wasn’t?

What the hell are you talking about? I was there! Nobody knocked at the door.

You bastard! Why are you lying? Just a minute.

Kolka! Kolka! Come here.

Yes, Piotr Gavrilovich?

Tell me who’s right, me or this hairy bastard.

Two days ago I knocked at his door, and he wouldn’t open.

- Do you remember? - Of course I remember.

- So you back me up. - I guess I do.

Take him to the station.

Fire!

- Fire! - Stop!

Annett! Annett, where are you going?

Don’t go alone! We need to call the fire squad.

What are you doing?

DOCTOR’S NOTES