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It’s rubbish. Nobody needs it. What’s wrong, Miss?

It’s the doctor’s records. Why are you doing this?

Stop her!

Kid, go to the police station,

find Shtolman and tell him to come here, quick!

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

I didn’t do anything! I swear, your nobleness!

EPISODE 8. DOCTOR’S NOTES

I swear on the cross. I would never touch the widow!

And the doctor even less. A saint, but he couldn’t help your wife.

We understand. The doctor couldn’t help your Akulina.

He didn’t save you, and you decided to take revenge.

Confess, and your punishment will be milder.

Yes.

It’s my fault that she died.

The midwife said I should go get the doctor,

but I wouldn’t listen.

I thought it would be all right.

When the doctor came, my Akulina was bleeding so bad.

The doctor said he couldn’t save her. Only the child.

So the child is alive?

Yes. I have a son, thanks to the doctor.

Where is he now?

With my sister in the village. What would I do with him?

I’m not a woman. I don’t have tits.

We saw a boy at Fomin’s house. Do you know who he is?

Nobody knows.

There were rumors that he’s Gavrilovich’s bastard.

His mother died, so he did a decent thing and took him in.

When did it happen?

I’m not sure. Last fall.

If you are innocent, my friend,

tell me where you were on the night widow Glebova visited Fomin.

I was at home all night. Sleeping.

Really? Why does Fomin say you weren’t there?

His apprentice Kolka confirmed it.

How would I know? Maybe they have a grudge against me.

Maybe they want to get rid of me.

- Later. - Come in.

Mr. Shtolman.

I was sent to tell you to go to Mrs. Glebova’s house.

- Who sent you? - A young and beautiful lady.

- I’m coming with you. - Anton Andreyevich, stay here.

You’ll finish the interrogation without me.

Sounds beautiful.

I wish we came sooner.

Thank God at least something’s left, Annett.

Hello, Anna Viktorovna. What happened?

Yakov Platonovich.

Agafya was trying to burn Dr. Glebov’s papers,

but Uncle and I managed to save some of them.

Hello, Mr. Shtolman.

Hello, Piotr Ivanovich. Where is she now?

She ran away.

I tried to follow her, but she was faster.

Look what I found.

Agafya lost a child when she was four months pregnant.

She didn’t want it to come out.

Why burn them all?

She probably is illiterate and wouldn’t be able to find her records.

I think you’re right.

What were you doing in this house at such a late hour?

Would you like to guess?

I was asked to come here.

Tell me... You’ve worked here a while. Why did Agafya burn the records?

She had been fooling around with the doctor,

and she was afraid you’d find out.

Go.

You think Agafya was pregnant with the doctor’s baby?

She could be.

Definitely.

Keep an eye on the house and let me know if Agafya shows up.

Yes, your nobleness.

Anna Viktorovna, you know how much I appreciate your help

and your contribution to the investigation,

but why did you come to Glebova’s house in the middle of the night?

It’s dangerous. It’s good that your uncle is with you.

You wouldn’t have even this if I didn’t make it in time.

No, there is no need to thank me.

- Good night. - Good night.

What were you looking for, Yakov Platonovich?

- Leave me alone, you bastard! - Don’t fight me!

Your nobleness. We caught her at the inn.

To my office.

- Why? I didn’t do anything. - I don’t think so.

Just tell the truth.

A year ago you were pregnant and lost the baby.

It’s not true. I’m not a whore.

We have it all here.

Agafya Lykova. It’s you, right?

PATIENT’S FILE

Tell me everything. I’m not the one to judge you.

That’s true. But it was love, not just some foolery.

He was going to marry me when he found out about the baby.

He said,

“Gasha, it’s okay you aren’t a lady. We’ll have a good life together.”

Did Antonina Glebova know about it?

No. Ivan didn’t tell her anything. He was waiting for a good moment.

I think the old hag had figured it out, though.

I was cleaning the room and climbed on a chair to wipe the dust,

and she pushed me, as if by accident.

I fell down and lost my baby.

May God give no peace to her soul!

And then?

I had been ill for two weeks.

That’s when Ivan went to that goddamned village and disappeared.

If, as you said,

Antonina Glebova was responsible for your baby’s death,

why did you stay at her house?

She couldn’t walk two steps in a row.

She’d fall down, cry, stay up at night.

How could I abandon her like this?

I think she regretted what she had done.

At least she’d have a baby to comfort her, but no.

She was all alone in the whole world.

You mean you forgave her?

No. Maybe if she asked for my forgiveness.

But I didn’t kill her, swear to God.

- Excuse me, Piotr Gavrilovich. - What do you want?

They accused Baranov of killing Glebova. They had arrested him yesterday.

I know. So what?

Maybe we should say that we had lied.

He was at home that night.

I feel bad about lying on your order, Piotr Gavrilovich.

My conscience is gnawing at me.

This will make your conscience shut up.

Maybe a little.

What if I add something?

Now it’s getting quieter.

It’s almost quiet now.

Don’t push it, or you’ll go to jail yourself for false testimony, got it?

I get it, Piotr Gavrilovich. I do.

Okay. Take this to the Samsonovs. Give it only to Nastia.

If someone else sees it... I’ll tear your head off.

I understand, Piotr Gavrilovich. I’ll go.

Tell me, Uncle, are you sure you want it?

- It’s not too late to change your mind. - No, no.

I want to know all the secrets of the human body

and penetrate the secret of life and death.

I hope doctor won’t say no to me.

- Piotr Ivanovich, I’m glad to see you. - Hello.

- Good morning, doctor. - Good morning, Anna Viktorovna.

- Your patient awaits you. - I’m on my way.

Doctor, you know, my uncle... has a request for you.

Annett.

My dear, come see me again in a week.

Aleksandr Frantsevich, you see... I was going to ask you...

Here.

I want to make a small donation...

for your hospital.

Here. Please accept it.

- Piotr Ivanovich, this is very generous. - Thank you.

I have a small request for you.

Annett told me the poor widow Glebova’s body

would be autopsied today at your anatomical theater.

Could I attend it?

Piotr Ivanovich, first of all, anatomical theater is too big a word.

We only have a dissection room.

Besides, it’s not for the faint-hearted, to put it mildly.

Don’t worry about that. I have a heart of steel.

- In this case, follow me. - Right now? Thank you.

Agafya, of course, had enough time to kill Glebova,

but it was much easier for Baranov to do it.

I believe the groom didn’t need to kill the widow.

She didn’t kill his child, after all.

What if she suspected he had killed her son and came to confront him?

Then everything fits. The cut on his hand proves it.

She attacked him with a scalpel and managed to stub him.

It’s only our assumption that she took the scalpel from the doctor’s bag.

We can’t rule it out that it was Agafya who killed the widow.

She didn’t kill the doctor, after all.

It could be that Baranov didn’t kill him, either.

Maybe we’ll never find out who did.

Well, gentlemen.

Cynical as it may sound, we’re lucky that the victim had no family

and we don’t need their permission for an autopsy.

Let’s do it for the sake of the science.

Piotr Ivanovich, pay attention. I’m making an incision.

Give him smelling salts.

You said you had a heart of steel, my friend.

Obviously, you don’t.

What is this under her fingernails?

- Ma’am, may I? - Come in.

A note from your father. He told me to give it only to you.

What?

Somebody, help! Your mistress is sick!

Ma’am! Are you all right?

Don’t just stand here! Bring some water.

Okay. Water.

What’s this?

A piece of fabric that I was able to extract from under the victim’s nail.

Can we find out what kind of fabric this is?

I have a patient, whom you might have seen in the hall just now.

He owns a tailor shop.

I showed this to him, and he said it was the so-called stamped velvet.

- Stamped? - Yes. It’s a rare kind of velvet.

Thank God we have one lead at least. The killer was wearing red stamped velvet.

I wonder why he dressed up like that. Where was he going?

Or she.

Red velvet is more often used for ladies’ gowns.

Agafya couldn’t have such a gown. Where would she get the money?

Anna Viktorovna, again, this goddamned frus... ambiguity.

We have two suspects in our custody,

and Yakov Platonovich and I cannot prove their guilt.

Oh, right! I’ve been meaning to tell you.

I was coming back from... I mean... going home that night,

and whom do you think I saw in front of the bookstore?

Whom?

Our mysterious court investigator Yakov Platonovich.

He knocked on the door, it opened,

and a lady said, “I’ve been waiting for you. Come in.”

- And? - He came in.

Anna Viktorovna, I’m begging you.

Anna Viktorovna, forget him. He doesn’t deserve you.

I don’t know what he told you about his disappearance and absence,

but I’m sure he wasn’t honest with you.

Polina works at this bookstore.

A young, educated, and very beautiful woman.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he is secretly seeing her.

Anton Andreyevich, please. Let’s not talk about it.

I don’t care about Mr. Shtolman’s emotional struggles.

You can’t imagine how happy I am to hear this.

I would give anything for you peace of mind.

You are my best friend.

- I’ve just remembered. - What?

How you proposed to me two years ago.

Anna Viktorovna...

Anton Andreyevich, at that time I really was disturbed.

I know you were guided by the most sincere motives.

I will never forget it.

- How about a bun? - To the candy shop?

Where are you going, my darling?

To visit Father. He has sent a message that he is sick.

Why don’t we both go tomorrow?

Aleksey Eduardovich, I’d like to go now.

Sit down, my darling. Let’s talk.

We’ve been married for six months,

and I still feel like you’re hiding something.

You don’t trust your husband.

You’re mistaken.

I’m trying. I do everything for you and your father.

I pay his debts, provide his bills...

You have enough money to afford it.

That’s true.

But it looks like your father doesn’t appreciate this money.

He quit his job. He drinks at pubs...

- It’s not my fault. - I don’t say it is.

I just think maybe I should stop giving money to your father for a while.

- Just until he sees reason. - No, please don’t do this!

He will sink even lower. He will be lost!

I won’t go anywhere if you don’t want me to.

I won’t ever do anything without your permission.

Just... don’t take your support away from him.

A man is weak.

The Bible says, “he who is without sin among you.”

If I help someone, I shouldn’t judge them.

I took in not only you but everyone who us dear to you.

But do something to me, too.

If you’re hiding something, confess.

And remember, I won’t forgive a betrayal.

Annett, you can’t imagine how I embarrassed myself today.

When Aleksandr Frantsevich took his scalpel and made a small incision,

I fainted like a girl!

Your embarrassment helped the doctor to find new evidence.

This is a big consolation. At least something good came out of it.

Uncle, tell me.

Why do men always lie to women?

Annett, there are many reasons.

For example, you love a woman, proclaim your love for her,

and at the same time you court another lady.

How is it possible? It’s so wrong.

Annett, it’s simple. It means that I like them both.

Why are you asking?

I’m just curious.

I wasn’t quite honest in answering the question.

There are very difficult situations in life, sometimes irresolvable.

You love one woman and have to live with another.

Or you court someone in front of the whole world

so that nobody could figure out to whom your heart really belongs.

You?

All right. We aren’t alone here, are we?

Have you summoned a spirit?

She came by her own will.

- Are you all right? - Yes.

Good night.

- Do you want me to escort you? - No.

Anastasiya Petrovna, Miss Mironova to see you.

- Anna! What a pleasant surprise. - Excuse me for coming unannounced.

It’s all right. I’m awfully glad to see you.

We don’t have a lot of company.

Don’t stand there, take a seat!

- Thank you. - Join us for tea.

What do we owe the honor to see you again, Miss?

You know, I have something to discuss with your wife.

Is it something about the investigation?

No, of course not. It’s ladies’ business.

- I don’t think it might interest you. - No, why? I’m curious.

Last time I saw you, Anastasiya Petrovna, you were wearing a pretty dress.

I’d like to know who made it for you.

The gown you’re wearing now is also perfect.

You have a great taste.

I’ve recently come from Paris,

and I must say their fashionable ladies can’t hold a candle to you.

You’re exaggerating.

Not at all. Your outfits are the talk of the town.

As is the fact that you’re lucky to have such a husband.

It’s true. I spoil my wife rotten.

Darling, be so kind to show Miss Mironova your wardrobe.

- I’ll be glad to do it. - I couldn’t even dream about that.

Red stamped velvet is a rare and expensive fabric.

We need to question all dressmakers in town.

They will definitely remember if they had made such a dress.

We already have, Yakov Platonovich.

None of the Zatonsk tailors worked with such fabric.

- Have you asked Fomin? - Why would I?

He used to sew simple shirts and coats, and now he quit his business.

Still, I want to talk to him once more.

He’s hiding something, and the velvet is a good excuse to visit him.

And talk to his apprentice.

Anton Andreyevich, did you see Anna Viktorovna today?

Yakov Platonovich, you should leave her alone.

Don’t rub salt into her wounds.

I know it’s none of my business, but you don’t love her.

Looks like you do, though.

You know that I don’t have a chance.

I come from the middle class,

and I’m not good enough for Anna Viktorovna.

I’m sorry, Anton Andreyevich.

Believe me, I appreciate you being a good friend to her for all these years.

Don’t play with her heart, Yakov Platonovich.

Anna Viktorovna is the finest woman I ever met.

She deserves true love and great happiness,

even if it isn’t with me.

- Here, take a look. - This is gorgeous.

Look at these fabrics! Yes, your husband is a generous man.

You’re so lucky, Anastasiya Petrovna.

Alas, expensive gowns aren’t enough to make one happy.

This one is the best of them all.

I’ll give it to you if you want.

Why?

Aleksey Eduardovich gave it to me for our engagement.

I wish I’d never have seen it.

Are you unhappy with him?

I married him on my father’s insistence.

His business was in trouble. We had no money.

And then this proposal... I didn’t dare to say no.

This is so sad. I’m very sorry.

I can see you have a kind heart. Help me.

I need to go to my father right now.

Otherwise, a catastrophe will happen, and I won’t be able to survive it.

My husband won’t let me go alone.

He watches my every step because he’s jealous.

Maybe he’ll let me go out with you.

We could say we’re going to the dressmaker’s

to order a dress for you.

What do you say?

What? Come on, it’s time.

No seamstress in Zatonsk can make such a dress.

This fabric was ordered in Venice,

and we ordered Nastia’s dress and Piotr Gavrilovich’s waistcoat

made in St. Petersburg.

Piotr Gavrilovich has a waistcoat made of this velvet?

If he hasn’t pawned it. Anna Viktorovna...

Anna Viktorovna, please come back soon.

I can’t spare my wife for long. I can’t live without her.

As your father used to say, thread follows the needle.

Go.

All right, stop this. It’s none of your business.

I’ll do what my master told me to.

You only listen to your master!

He promises you money, and you’re ready to sell your own mother.

You sent an innocent man to jail.

Hey, shut up, or I’ll hit you! You shut up, too.

It’s time. Come on.

Come on, move it!

Sasha! Sasha, my darling!

Sasha! Where are you going?

Your father ordered to take him to the orphanage.

Give me the kid, Anastasiya Petrovna.

- Hello. - You’ll have to kill me first.

I won’t give up my Sasha. You can tell my father this.

Piotr Gavrilovich, some kind of confusion.

What are you doing here? Are you crazy?

Give me the kid and go to your husband.

What? I married him because you promised to take care of my son.

Now you’re going to send him to an orphanage?

Don’t come here again!

If Aleksey Yegorovich finds out...

I don’t care. I won’t let Sasha go anymore.

Fool! Fool! I should have left your bastard in the field to die.

So it’s your child, Anastasiya Petrovna?

Yes. He is my son.

Why did your father mention a field?

God help me...

Are you all right? What’s wrong?

Anastasiya Petrovna?

Doctor, help!

Did it happen on the night when the doctor disappeared?

Yes.

You killed him to protect your secret!

And you knew it and protected your daughter.

How dare you? Would I kill the man who saved Sasha and me?

The doctor was caught in the rainstorm.

His horses bolted, and he fell into the ravine.

You killed Glebova because she somehow found out

that you had murdered her son.

No! I didn’t kill anyone!

An innocent woman would be weeping right now.

You cracked her skull and pushed her into the ravine.

Your father and his assistant set up Baranov, the groom.

He will go to jail in your place. Isn’t it nice?

Is it true? Why did you do it?

Don’t believe them, Nastia. They are lying.

Push, push! Again!

Yes! That’s it. Great. Good job.

Dmitriy Gavrilovich, congratulations. You have a grandson.

A wonderful healthy boy. A veritable Hercules.

You should drive them home.

I don’t know how you could let her leave in her state.

- I didn’t see her leaving. It’s my fault. - Faster.

Nastia, can you walk? Our carriage is over there.

Come on.

Hold it.

Come on.

Wait for me here. I’ll be right back.

I want to thank the doctor.

Thank you so much, doctor.

There is no need for this.

Just please don’t tell anyone what happened here.

Of course. I understand.

- So you killed him? - I believe he did, gentlemen.

There should be a red velvet waistcoat at Fomin’s house,

made of the same fabric as your dress.

His son-in-law gave it to him.

You can’t prove it.

Kolka, tell us the truth if you don’t want to go to jail.

I’ll tell you! I’ll tell everything.

So the groom is innocent, I gather?

You’re right. He didn’t do anything.

Piotr Gavrilovich told me to set him up.

Stop lying, you bastard.

Don’t be afraid. Tell us everything.

After Mrs. Glebova had left, he followed her in 15 minutes.

The bastard is lying! It’s not true.

Yakov Platonovich, we found hit. Red stamped velvet.

Yes! That’s what he was wearing.

Well, Mr. Fomin? There is no sense to deny it.

I advise you to tell the truth. It will mitigate your sentence.

I won’t tell you anything.

There was a young shoemaker in our settlement.

We loved each other.

My father was against it, because he wasn’t rich.

We were seeing each other in secret.

What happened then?

He went to Moscow and was stubbed there.

Soon I realized I was pregnant.

My father almost killed me. He locked me in my room.

When my time came, he brought a midwife from the village.

People were saying things about her.

They said she’d strangle babies for money.

That’s why I ran away from home that night.

How fortunate that you met Dr. Glebov.

Fortunate?

He died because of me! It’s all my fault.

He is happy that he helped you give birth to Sasha.

How do you know that?

I can feel it. You said it yourself: he was a kind man.

That’s true, God rest his soul.

When Sasha was born, I insisted that he stayed in the house.

Otherwise, I’d go begging in the streets with him.

I couldn’t let him go even for a minute.

Six months later, Samsonov came to our town.

My father started praising me in front of him.

He brought him to our house.

And you agreed to marry him

if your father would take care of your son.

Yes. That’s what I told him, and he said yes.

Darling, what’s going on here? What is the police doing here?

I was told Piotr Gavrilovich is under arrest! What’s this?

We need to talk, Aleksey Eduardovich.

All right.

Let’s go outside. Can you watch Sasha for me?

Yes, of course.

Anton Andreyevich, congratulations. The case is solved.

Back at you, Yakov Platonovich.

There is something I can’t understand.

Why would Fomin kill Glebova,

even if she accused him of her son’s death?

She didn’t have any proof. Who would believe her?

She was Anastasiya Samsonova’s housekeeper.

She had probably figured out that the boy was her son

and started blackmailing her, threatening to tell her husband.

He couldn’t let that happen, of course.

Besides, who killed once will kill again. I know that for a fact.

What was Anna Viktorovna doing here?

Let’s ask her. She is still here.

What is this? It’s not just a scandal, it’s a disgrace.

I will never forgive you...

for tricking me.

I was blind!

I thought your father was a confused but kind man.

But it appears he’s a tyrant and a murderer.

Go get our son. We’re going home.

Aleksey Eduardovich.

Aliosha! I didn’t know you were like this.

Anna Viktorovna, why did you suddenly decide to go to the Samsonovs?

I went to the crime scene, to the ravine.

I found a scalpel with threads of the same red velvet.

The Samsonovs’ house is not far from there.

So I decided to check whether one of them had clothes made of that fabric.

I won’t ask you how you found the crime scene.

It’s nice that they have reconciled.

I’m glad for them, too.

Now the child will be with his mother,

and maybe Anastasiya will learn to love her husband.

You think one can love someone only for being kind and noble?

Why not, Anton Andreyevich?

Crazy passion rarely brings happiness.

Calm affection and trust do.

I don’t recognize you, Anna Viktorovna. You talk like a girls’ school principal.

You know, Yakov Platonovich, when I was in school,

there was only one thing that was considered a serious violation.

- What was it? - Lies.

Let me drive you home. I have something to tell you.

Don’t you need to report to Tregubov?

I think you can do that. Tregubov likes you.

You’re forgetting yourself.

Anna Viktorovna. Are you all right? I was worried.

I heard you have helped to catch a dangerous criminal again.

Andrey Petrovich, I’m so glad to see you. Shall you drive me home?

That’s why I’m here.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

Let’s go.

DOCTOR’S NOTES