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ST. PETERSBURG, 1893

I’m glad all charges against you were dropped, Mr. Shtolman.

I know it was hard for you, but believe me,

your service to this country hasn’t been forgotten.

I’m glad, too.

Can I ask what I owe the honor?

Start with...

familiarizing yourself with this.

This is an outrage probably caused

by some kind of mental illness.

Mr. Shtolman, what are you prepared

to do to restore your reputation?

Anything, your excellency.

In this case,

I have a dangerous mission for you.

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 9 LULLABY

May I?

Bonjour, Mademoiselle.

Anatoliy Pavlovich Ovchinnikov at your service.

Come in, please, Anatoliy Pavlovich.

May I?

What are your complaints?

Anna Viktorovna, I suffer from insomnia.

As soon as I close my eyes,

I start hearing some noises, footsteps,

even though I know I’m alone in my suite.

How long has it been happening?

Since I’ve moved into this house.

You see, my dearest spouse...

She died several months ago.

I was devastated, of course.

Well, c’est la vie, as they say.

So, to get rid of my memories and thoughts,

I moved to this house,

but I haven’t found peace.

Insomnia is often caused by shattered nerves.

No, Anna Viktorovna, this isn’t it.

I think this house is cursed.

Do you believe in curses?

Think about it.

A landlord Kulagin used to live there before me.

A young man of 27, tall,

handsome, a worldly ladies’ man.

And imagine, he was found dead in his bed one morning.

His heart just stopped.

There are many diseases...

The previous owner, landlord Arkhipov,

also was found dead in that same bedroom.

Of course, he was over 50. No one lives forever.

But he also was a healthy man

and died suddenly in his sleep.

You see, Anna Viktorovna, all this unsettles me to no end.

There is no smoke without fire.

I understand.

What can I do for you?

I know that you have certain... abilities.

Can I ask you to talk to the previous owners

and find out what killed them?

- Anatoliy... - Pavlovich.

Pavlovich.

There are many diseases that result

in a sudden death in one’s sleep.

So you believe it’s all a coincidence.

I believe that if there were a slightest suspicion

that the deaths weren’t natural,

the police would have started an investigation.

Now I’ll give you these wonderful sleeping pills.

You’ll sleep the sleep of the dead.

I mean, of an infant.

Merci.

BOOK SHOP

Come in.

Good morning, Miss.

Mr. Kliuyev sent you this.

There is a note.

“This lost but charming creature, found by me in the garden this morning,

needs your love and care.”

My God, it’s pretty!

It’s adorable!

It’s so cute!

- Bring some mile and a bowl, quick. - Yes, Miss.

Good morning, Anna.

What’s this?

Mama, look how pretty it is!

Yes, a cat is just what we need here.

It will scratch the furniture!

Besides, cats’ fur gives me sore throat.

See? It’s starting.

- Where did you get it? - Andrey Petrovich sent it.

Oh, it’s pretty!

It’s so cute.

All right, it may stay.

Oh, no. Take it, Anna, take it.

Hello, Mr. Kliuyev.

Hello, Mr. Shtolman.

Bringing flowers so early in the morning?

You must be serious about someone.

Are you sure your lady likes roses?

Why beat around the bushes?

You know very well who she is.

Anna Viktorovna is an amazing young woman

who deserves to be happy.

Mr. Shtolman, we don’t need to be enemies.

If you also have intentions regarding Anna,

let her make her choice.

Listen. You just have to be patient.

You won’t have to wait long.

Soon... Soon everything will change.

Listen, I promise you!

Who were you talking to?

Masha, I was rehearsing my court speech.

A new case?

- Who is your client? - Masha.

I’ll be late for the trial. Let’s talk in the evening.

- Let me order to get the horses ready. - Don’t.

I’ll take care of it. Darling, do you mind?

I need to go through my speech again.

I’m sorry, darling, but you’re distracting me.

We got lucky.

You shouldn’t have come to my study.

Andrey Petrovich,

this is so nice of you.

It’s for you.

Thank you.

Have you received my other present this morning?

Your present was purring very loudly,

drank a bowl of milk,

and was officially appointed the hospital cat.

It will entertain the patients.

- Take a seat. - Thank you.

It’s a job any cat can only dream of.

Thank you for taking kindly to my protege.

Hello, doctor.

Mr. Kliuyev.

Anna Viktorovna, I’m going to town

to pronounce death of a patient.

You wanted to learn how to draw a death certificate.

Of course, doctor.

I’ll come with you.

I’ll be waiting.

Greetings.

Andrey Petrovich,

why don’t you come to dinner tonight?

Mariya Timofeyevna will be happy.

Gladly.

You’re pretty.

- You’re pretty, too. - Play with me! Please!

- Forgive her, miss. She is simple. - Play with me!

- Varia, what did I tell you? - It’s all right.

It’s all right.

Anna Viktorovna, let’s go.

Yes.

My condolences.

Hello, doctor.

What’s wrong? Anna Viktorovna?

God...

He was at the hospital yesterday about his insomnia.

I prescribed sulphonal.

Sulphonal.

Judging by the remaining amount,

he took no more than 20 drops.

As far as I understand, you’re his son.

Stepson. Saveliy Verbitskiy.

Was your stepfather a sickly man?

No, he never complained.

- You must be the maid. - Yes, doctor.

What did he eat and drink yesterday?

The usual.

Coffee and pancakes for breakfast,

roast meet for lunch, fish soup for dinner.

I came back from school this morning, came into his bedroom and...

Why did he die, doctor?

A cardiac arrest, most likely.

Maybe he had some asymptomatic diseases.

If you want to know for certain,

I’ll have to do the postmortem.

Postmortem?

My late mother wouldn’t approve it.

Aleksandr Frantsevich, we need to do the postmortem.

Ovchinnikov told me this is exactly how the previous two owners had died.

I didn’t believe it.

It can’t be a coincidence.

You must be right,

but we need the relatives’ consent

or a police warrant,

and I don’t see a reason to start an investigation yet.

Go!

- Wait! Stop! - Stop.

My mom’s jewelry is missing.

They used to be in a box in the wardrobe.

They aren’t there.

Here’s your reason to call the police.

Well, Yakov Platonovich?

Do you feel like Caesar after crossing the Rubicon?

You have interesting pen-friends.

Secret police department.

How about shedding some light on the five-year-old secrets?

Like Prince Razumovsky’s murder?

The prince was killed by the valet, just like the investigation thought.

Really? There are rumors...

Rumors are just that, Anton Andreyevich.

I’m sorry, I don’t’ have anything exciting to add.

I can’t insist.

A conspiracy is brewing in our town.

What are you writing to St. Petersburg about?

I’m gathering information about a certain person.

Any success? And who is this person?

You sound like Rebushinsky.

A letter for Mr. Korobeynikov.

Send this urgently.

From Anna Viktorovna.

She wants the police to come to merchant Ovchinnikov’s house.

Looks like it’s a murder.

I suppose we should go.

Polina Kondratyeva, how long have you been a maid?

For a month. The master hired me right after moving in.

What other help did he have?

The cook with her daughter,

who used to worked for the Arkhipovs.

Vasia the coachman.

There was a steward, too,

but the master fired him a couple weeks ago.

His name is Ignatov.

You say you opened the door with your key.

When was that?

This morning at six.

The sun was rising.

So someone in the house had taken the jewelry, hadn’t they?

Do you suspect anyone?

I don’t know, your nobleness.

- Maybe it wasn’t stolen. - How do you mean?

Maybe the master pawned it or took it to the bank.

To the bank?

The jeweler came yesterday to draw up a register.

Did you notice where his key was?

On a hook next to the door, as usual.

So you’re certain no one else had the key.

I am.

- This is the coachman, Vasiliy. - Your nobleness.

Well, Vasiliy, do you know what happened?

Something is missing.

Of course I know, sir.

So? What is missing?

The jewelry.

All right.

Where were you two last night?

In our rooms, at the servants’ quarters.

Can anyone confirm

that you were there all night?

We were in the same room, your nobleness.

Mine.

That’s not what you’ve just told me.

Even if we did come out,

Anatoliy Pavlovich always locks the master’s half from the inside.

You can go. We’ll talk more later.

Don’t get up, Aleksandr Frantsevich.

Have you established the cause of death?

I’m afraid you were right.

Ovchinnikov died of asphyxia.

Was he strangled?

Yes, I believe he was smothered

with a pillow in his sleep.

I should have taken him seriously.

Anna Viktorovna, don’t blame yourself, my dear.

His death wasn’t your fault.

- Serafima Uskova? The cook? - Yes.

Why didn’t you come with the others?

I’m sorry, your nobleness. I can’t leave my daughter.

Come in, please.

We won’t hold you for long.

Were you here in this room last night?

Where else would I be?

I have to watch my daughter

so that she didn’t run away and get lost.

I always tie her to me with a rope at nights.

Really?

Is your daughter sick?

She is simple-minded.

She looks like a grown-up woman but has a child’ mind.

The late mistress, Vera Ivanovna Arkhipova,

used to take her to doctors,

but they couldn’t help.

Arkhipova is the wife of a previous owner

who was found dead in his bedroom five years ago.

The same thing happened to Kulagin, the next owner.

People say this house is cursed.

- Mommy, who are they? - Hush, hush.

People say a lot of silly things. It’s not cursed.

Arkhipov was a drunk.

He got delirious from drinking and died.

Kulagin got used to opium tincture,

couldn’t sleep without it.

So he took too much once and died.

They are bad! Bad! Let them go, Mommy! They’re bad.

Hush, hush. I’m so sorry. Hush, Varia.

Goodbye.

Goodbye. Come on, tell me...

- Have the policemen searched the house? - Yes.

The jewelry was nowhere to be found. The lock wasn’t broken.

The windows in the master’s rooms are locked from inside.

I think... anyone could have made a copy of the key.

I agree.

Not many people know how much one needs to know

to know how little we know.

Anna Viktorovna, hello.

Hello, Polina.

Are you all right? You haven’t been to the store lately.

We have a lot of new books.

If I have offended you somehow...

I heard rumors about your relationship

with a gentleman I know.

Polina, are you having an affair with Shtolman?

No, you’re mistaken. It’s not what you think.

Let me explain.

But we don’t want anyone to overhear.

Please come in.

Dr. Milts sent this, Anton Andreyevich.

Thank you.

Ovchinnikov was strangled,

as I supposed.

I lived in St. Petersburg till recently.

There was this circle, a few young man and women.

We’d discuss new books, talk about Russia’s problems.

We weren’t doing anything illegal, but someone reported us,

and the secret police decided we were a secret society.

We were arrested.

My friends were sent out of St. Petersburg,

and I was sentenced to one year in prison.

Why?

Because the meetings were held at my house.

My sentence expired three months ago,

but I’m not allowed to live in St. Petersburg.

That’s why I came to Zatonsk

to start over.

But I’m under surveillance, like all “politically unreliable,”

and Mr. Shtolman is my supervisor.

Anna, my life is almost like jail.

He can come to me at any time, and I am obliged to let him in.

God. I can’t believe it.

Didn’t you know he was working for the secret police?

The investigator’s job is only a cover.

Anna, I’m sorry I have upset you.

I gathered you had feelings for him.

I had feelings for him.

I knew he was on some secret mission.

But I thought he was chasing criminals,

not supervising the politically unreliable.

Can I hope that you’ll keep visiting me?

You’re my only friend here.

I realize being friend with a suspicious...

Polina. Please stop it.

How can you say that?

Of course we are friends.

I don’t understand. What right do you have?

Police. Mr. Ignatov, I’m Shtolman, the investigator.

Last night, some valuables were stolen from Mr. Ovchinnikov’s house,

and the owner was killed.

You used to work for him, correct?

Not for the last two weeks. It wasn’t me.

I see you aren’t too upset about the news.

Why would I be? He was a rotten man.

Why do you say that?

He hired me to be his steward

and wanted me to get the new house ready for him.

I hired some men.

I replaced the floor, the windows, cleaned the chimney.

He hadn’t pay me a dime!

I had to pay the workers with my own money.

Where were you last night?

Here.

Can anyone confirm it?

I live alone.

I see.

Don’t leave the city until the investigation is closed.

I understand that you suspect me,

but you’re wasting your time.

Many people had a grudge against Ovchinnikov.

Like who?

His stepson Saveliy, for one.

He hated his stepfather for driving his mother to her grave

with his partying and cheating.

You should ask the servants.

They used to fight every week. It would almost come to blows.

I’m sorry, Andrey Petrovich.

Mariya Timofeyevna is in her bedroom with a bout of migraine.

My brother was probably hold up at the court,

and Anna is at the hospital.

So it’s just you and me.

I don’t mind. I take great pleasure in talking to you.

You are exceptionally good company.

Thank you. Cheers.

Cheers.

It’s good.

Hello.

This is about merchant Ovchinnikov.

You compiled a registry of jewelry at his house yesterday.

Yes, your nobleness, he needed an evaluation fir the bank.

Here is my copy.

A sapphire and diamonds brooch, emerald earrings,

ruby and pearls necklace, and some rings.

These are expensive and beautiful pieces.

One doesn’t often find these in possession of a man

who has almost no servants.

Did you know him well?

Not very well,

but he was a sketchy character, I must say.

He didn’t have a penny to his name,

but his late wife must have been rich.

Did she order anything from you?

No, she mostly sold to me.

She came a few times from the neighboring district

when she used to live there with her husband.

She was very unhappy in marriage.

How do you know?

Well, obviously, she didn’t tell me anything,

but I’ve learned to understand my clients without words.

Besides, you can always tell when a woman is unhappy.

Oh?

Thank you, you’ve been very helpful.

I’d never have thought

that an extraordinary woman like your niece

could be found in such a backwater town.

She isn’t just beautiful but also smart and educated.

I can see you’re into her. I can see that.

I’m not trying to hide it.

But I realize that common courtesies

will not help me reach my goal.

I don’t understand what she wants, what she expects from me.

Can I offer an advice?

Don’t rush it.

Easy does it.

The thing is...

- Anna. - Anna Viktorovna.

Andrey Petrovich, I’m sorry I made you wait.

I had a great time in your uncle’s company.

- Oh? Piotr Ivanovich? - -Yes?

Are you going somewhere?

Yes, I have some errands.

Entertain your guest.

What kind of errands?

Very urgent ones. Goodbye.

- Piotr Ivanovich. - Goodbye.

Excuse me.

Are you upset with something?

- Shall we go for a walk? - Why not?

Anna Viktorovna.

What’s troubling you? You can trust me.

Andrey Petrovich,

have you ever been disappointed

in someone who had been dear to you?

I know how hard it can be.

When we are in love with someone,

we feel that they are perfect.

But with time we start noticing things we hadn’t noticed before,

and sometimes it horrifies us.

I loved a man for years.

I suffered, cried...

Today I suddenly realized he wasn’t worth it.

Congratulations. Your past has let you go.

Now you are free and will soon be happy again.

- Do you think so? - I have no doubts.

No criminal cases were opened regarding Arkhipov and Kulagin.

Both deaths were ruled natural.

Have you found something at Ignatov’s?

No, but as I wrote in my report,

he said some very uncomplimentary things about the victim.

The latter never paid him for redecorating the house.

A motive?

Listing the works conducted at the house, he mentioned the chimney.

The fireplace is in Ovchinnikov’s room, isn’t it?

I suppose so.

We need to check tomorrow

whether it’s possible to get inside through the chimney.

Yakov Platonovich, please do this.

I will go to Saveliy’s school to check his alibi, if you don’t mind.

You think he could have killed his stepfather?

Anatoliy Pavlovich, I’m sorry.

I didn’t pay enough attention to your request.

It’s my fault.

Help me find your killer.

Who killed you?

Cherchez la femme.

Look for the woman...

Go!

Take it.

Thank you.

Anna Viktorovna.

What are you doing here?

- And you? - Doing my duty, questioning the neighbors.

What duty?

You dub in secret surveillance!

You became an oppressor of independently minded people!

I didn’t expect it from you.

- I must say I don’t understand you. - Don’t.

I know everything.

I thought better of you.

You can be mad at me as much as you want,

but I’m really here in connection with the Ovchinnikov case.

Since you’re also here,

I gather that we share the interest in the case,

and I’d like to ask for your help.

I didn’t do right by Anatoliy Petrovich.

I ignored him,

and now he is dead.

What was it you wanted to ask me about?

The cook’s daughter, Varia. Talk to her.

I think she could have seen or heard something.

She is mentally ill, but sometimes people like her remember more than others.

Why do you want me to talk to her?

She is obviously afraid of men.

I didn’t know that.

Since I was going to talk to her anyway,

I have to admit we’re moving in the same direction.

But it doesn’t mean we have to go together.

- Hello, students. - Hello.

Are any of you in the same class with Saveliy Ovchinnikov?

Who wants to know?

I’m Anton Andreyevich Korobeynikov, head of the investigative department.

What has Sava done?

Stabbed his stepfather?

It would have been funny if it weren’t true.

His stepfather was killed.

You think Saveliy could have strangled... stabbed him?

Did he dislike him?

To put it mildly. He hated him.

But Saveliy is a wuss. He wouldn’t say boo to a goose.

Did anyone see Saveliy on Friday night?

We had a party. He was with us.

We were playing a drinking game, and he won.

All right. Does anyone know when he left?

- At two, maybe four. - Show me Saveliy’s room.

Of course.

All right, all right...

You came to play with me?

You’re nice! Nice.

Let’s play!

Here. Take it.

“Sleep, my baby,

in your soft bed.

My baby will sleep well.”

- Your dolly is nice. - Nice.

Who else is nice?

- Is Mommy nice? - Yes.

And the master, Anatoliy Pavlovich?

Bad! Bad!

He made Kapitolina cry.

Hush, hush. Now, now.

Yes, there is enough room.

So that’s what it is.

I should have guessed.

Only a fool would go

through the front door.

He came in, came out, and left through the back alleys.

So Ignatov never came back

after coming here two weeks ago?

No, your nobleness, he wouldn’t.

The master hurt his feelings.

Are you Kapitolina?

Yes.

Was the late master nice to you?

I heard you cried because of him.

Who told you that?

Varia?

Don’t listen to the silly girl.

My sister died last months,

so I’ve cried a lot lately.

But not because of my master.

He was always good to me.

Can I go now?

Thank you. Go.

I see you’ve been able to talk to Varia.

Yes.

She said Ovchinnikov was... bad.

What do you think it means?

I have no idea.

It’s a game she plays, labeling people nice or bad.

We didn’t have time to finish.

Her mother came in.

What is it, Anna Viktorovna?

A middle-aged man...

He was trying to sell the brooch.

The cops caught him red-handed.

Sapphires and diamonds.

Here.

Why didn’t we find it during the search?

He was doing something in the garden this morning.

He must have hidden it there.

Go there on the double and search the garden.

Yes, sir.

Well, Mr. Ignatyev,

tell us how you robbed and killed Ovchinnikov.

I didn’t kill or rob him.

I’ve heard it before.

There is a secret passage. We need light.

Wait for me here.

Yakov Platonovich?

Yakov Platonovich?

LULLABY