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Come on, come on!

I like it so much!

Bravo!

Your servant, ma’am.

I hope we will be able to enjoy your company again.

Can I steal the lady?

Excuse me.

Please hold this.

A couple words.

How could you do it in public? What was it all about?

Who do you think you are to order me around.

You’re a doormat, a ninny, a loser!

Bravo!

Ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served.

Let’s eat.

Help!

Help!

For God’s sake!

Anyone!

Anyone! Help!

Help!

ALEKSANDRA NIKIFOROVA

DMITRIY FRID

SERGEY DRUZYAK

IRINA SIDOROVA ANDREY RYKLIN

BORIS KHVOSHNIANSKY ANDREY LUKYANOV

YULIYA TAKSHINA MAKSIM RADUGIN

NIKOLAY DENISOV YURI VNUKOV

WRITTEN BY ALEKSEY KOLMOGOROV AND YEKATERINA PACHIKOVA

CHIEF WRITER - ANNA RULEVSKAYA

DIRECTED BY ANARIO MAMEDOV

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 11 THE GYPSY BEAUTY

She is just a child!

God, what a barbarity.

That’s enough, Mother. I’ll call the carriage. Let’s go home.

Ladies and gentlemen, please don’t leave the estate

until further notice.

There isn’t enough light. Bring the candles, please.

Closer.

Water, please.

Mr. Makarov, contain yourself

and tell us what happened.

My wife went to the outbuilding.

Then I went to join her.

When I came in,

she was on the floor...

not breathing.

So you went back and called for help at once?

Five minutes later.

Maybe more.

The fireworks were over.

Anton Andreyevich, we need to find out how long it lasted.

I already have. Twenty minutes.

Is something missing?

Earrings.

She was wearing earring

I gave her for our wedding.

Were they expensive?

I spared no expense.

Nadia liked them so much.

Have some water.

Come on, drink.

Father, don’t be so upset.

She wasn’t worth of you.

Get out!

Petrusha, more cognac.

Serge, don’t overdo it. You’ll get a migraine again.

Zhenia, is this the time? Such a horrible accident.

Poor Nadia, poor Aleksey.

I don’t see any reason to be so upset about help.

You have no heart.

I’ll order to get the carriage ready.

Wait, Mr. Kliuyev.

I repeat, no one can leave

until we’re finished.

What do you mean, sir?

I need to be at the office tomorrow.

The office can wait.

We haven’t found the weapon yet, so we need to conduct a search.

What makes you so sure the culprit is among us?

A stranger could have entered the estate.

I’m not sure about anything, but I don’t rule it out.

Sir, I haven’t heard or seen anything.

It was so loud my ears popped.

I wouldn’t hear a cannon, let alone a gun.

If that’s what Mr. Shtolman thinks, we should help him.

It’s in everybody’s best interests that the culprit was found quickly.

Don’t worry, my friends. Make yourself comfortable.

There is enough room in the house.

He was upset.

He grabbed her hand and led her away.

What happened next?

I felt awkward, and I looked the other way.

I see.

When I turned around again, they weren’t there.

I didn’t see where they had gone.

We’ll find it out.

Did you come to the party with Mr. Kliuyev?

Yes.

He and my uncle are great friends now.

I like his company, too.

I came with Andrey Petrovich.

Is he a suspect?

I have to suspect everybody.

It’s impossible.

I was watching Andrey Petrovich and Piotr Ivanovich.

They were both admiring the fireworks.

Are you angry at me about something, Anna Viktorovna?

Does Mr. Investigator have more questions for me?

Yes.

Do you miss me?

Ma’am, where were you when the fireworks started?

In my room.

Why weren’t you with the guests?

Is it illegal?

Of course not, but I’d like to know the reason.

I had a headache.

Besides, I hate all this Gypsy stuff.

It’s so vulgar.

Excuse me, if we’re finished, I’d like to take care of the guests.

Of course. I understand.

So you didn’t see whether any of the guests left

during the fireworks.

We aren’t supposed to stare at the guests.

We’re here to serve them. Don’t you know that?

Can I offer you this?

No, thank you.

You can go now.

Well... come with me.

Take a seat.

Thank you.

Excuse me, I can’t...

Nadia’s death is hard to accept.

She was a nice girl.

I suppose you have been told things about her.

Did you know her well?

I used to know her mother,

Gipsy Rada.

She was a great singer.

She made your heart soar.

People would come to the Yar just to listen to her.

When I was in Moscow a couple years ago,

I went there to see Rada.

But she was already dead.

That’s how I met Nadia.

I asked her to join me, we started talking.

She said she was unhappy with her life and wanted to change it.

When my steward said

he wanted to marry her,

I was happy.

I was happy, but...

they didn’t have a good marriage.

Why is that?

He was jealous of her.

Maybe he had his reasons.

If you mean me...

I’m not in the business anymore. Age, you know.

I don’t know about other men.

Are there weapons in the house?

Of course.

Hunting rifles and a revolver.

A Smith & Wesson.

I’m an officer, after all.

Have you checked? Is it in its place?

Yes.

Wait...

Wait a minute.

Let’s see. Just a minute.

Piotr Ivanovich, how long have you known Mr. Filimonov?

At least 30 years, I think.

He was a guards cornet at the time.

We used to have a good time together.

Serge was a ladies’ man then.

I suppose he hasn’t changed.

You suppose or you know?

No, well... I can’t say for sure.

There were rumors.

His wife, Yevgeniya Arnoldovna,

is a veritable iceberg, and a man needs passion.

Without passion, a man becomes scorched

like a field in a drought.

Serge has been looking for passion his entire life.

Makarov, the steward,

saw her and fell in love head over heels.

He married her, the fool.

The fool? Why?

Nadia was a beautiful woman.

You obviously haven’t seen many beautiful women, Mr. Shtolman.

Never mind that.

She was cheating on him right and left.

How do you know?

There is nothing to know.

She twisted him round her little finger.

The Gypsies know how to bewitch a man.

It’s horrible, gentlemen. The revolver is missing.

According to Mr. Filimonov, he never locked his door or the desk drawer.

Anyone who knew where the gun was kept could have taken it.

According to the guests’ statement,

everybody was on the lawn within the eyesight of everybody else.

So it’s a family affair.

It’s better to have a thousand enemies on the outside than one on the inside.

Do you suspect anyone?

Of course it was Makarov.

He knew where the revolver was and could have taken it surreptitiously.

Besides, you said he was jealous. Here’s your motive.

Until Dr. Milts extracts the bullet,

we can’t be certain Nadia was killed with this revolver.

I agree with you,

but there is no sense to keep all these people here.

- Tell them they are free to go. - Yes.

Are you awake, ma cheri?

The guests are leaving. You should go, too.

Zhenia, can I stay a little longer?

Нou’ve been staying here for over a week. Isn’t it time for you to go?

You don’t understand.

No, I don’t.

Mr. Mironov is such an attractive man.

He’s rich, too.

Did you see the way he looked at me yesterday?

Why would he want you?

Well, if that’s what you want.

Just keep your passions in check.

I don’t want you to humiliate yourself.

Of course. I’ll be a good girl.

Thank you, dear cousin.

Anna Viktorovna, wait.

I need to talk to you.

Of course, Serge.

I’d like you to stay with us for a few days.

I’d appreciate it greatly.

I want to know who killed Nadia.

You know what I mean?

If you could try to talk to her,

summon her spirit...

Please. She was very dear to me.

The poor child!

All right. I’ll stay.

Gentlemen,

I asked Anna Viktorovna to stay at my house.

I’d be very glad if you could stay, too.

Thank you, Serge.

Are you sure Yevgeniya Arnoldovna won’t mind?

Of course. She’ll be glad, too.

Mr. Kliuyev, please stay.

Thank you, Serge, but I can’t. I’m very busy.

Anna Viktorovna.

- Piotr Ivanovich. - Goodbye.

Please...

Come on.

I don’t understand.

How can you sit here reading about some inalienable land lots

when your daughter isn’t home yet.

Darling, believe me, there is no reason to worry.

They must have stayed for the night at the Filimonovs.

I’m worried!

Our gubernia is living through tumultuous times.

Mr. Kliuyev.

Show him in.

Thank you.

- Andrey Petrovich. - Viktor Ivanovich.

Mariya Timofeyevna.

- Andrey Petrovich, good morning. - Good morning.

Why didn’t Anna and Piotr Ivanovich come back?

They asked me to tell you they were staying

with the Filimonovs for a few days.

As I said, nothing to worry about.

- Come in, please. - Thank you.

But this isn’t all.

You see, there was a murder at the estate.

The steward’s wife was killed.

God, how horrible.

Why did they stay?

To support their host, I suppose.

Piotr and Filimonov are old friends.

No, Viktor Ivanovich, she agreed to stay to help find the killer.

I knew that.

Too bad she isn’t a child anymore and I can’t lock her at home.

Mariya Timofeyevna.

Your daughter is an extraordinary woman.

She’ll never lead an ordinary life.

If you lock her in a cage, she’ll wither away and perish.

You don’t realize the danger

she subjects herself to.

I share your concerns.

You can always count on me.

You’re our only hope, Andrey Petrovich.

Have some coffee.

With pleasure.

Bonjour, mes amis.

Shall we walk to the stream?

Piotr Ivanovich, why don’t you keep me company?

Call me Piotr.

No need for formalities.

Pierre. I’ll call you Pierre, if you don’t mind.

You can call me anything you want.

How nice of you. What a wonderful day.

Yes, beautiful weather. You’re absolutely right.

Let’s go.

Anna.

What’s wrong, Liza?

I’m leaving.

Pay me up.

Why? What’s the rush?

I’m getting married, ma’am.

That’s wonderful news. Congratulations.

But you could have told me earlier.

Wait till I find a replacement.

Love can’t wait, Mariya Timofeyevna.

My fiance is strict.

He doesn’t want me to work.

Can you pay me up today?

- If you insist. - Thank you so much.

This is just what we need.

How wonderful!

Come on, Pierre.

Do you feel these aromas,

the scent of grass?

I feel like kicking off my shoes

and run on the grass barefoot,

pick some flowers, make a flower chain,

swim in the stream...

You’re a veritable nymph, mademoiselle.

Do you like country life?

I myself believe

that women shouldn’t languish in the country.

For men it’s different.

Take Serge, for one.

He is a true landlord, an agrarian.

He would plow the fields like Tolstoy.

Ladies, though...

especially ones like you...

You should shine in high society.

You’re right, mon ami,

but I want to brighten up my sister’s life.

You visit her often.

I hope she and her husband get along better

since they left Moscow.

Of course there is less temptation in the country for a man like Serge,

but he had brought his Gypsy girl here.

I knew it. I knew...

Something would happen.

You are a clairvoyant.

Let’s go to the stream.

How is your special mission going?

Have you talked to the victim’s spirit yet?

Not yet.

I’ve heard a lot about your gift,

but I don’t believe in such things.

I think you invented it...

Zhenia!

...so that people thought you were interesting.

Zhenia.

If that’s what you believe.

Who could it be?

Oh, it’s Kirill!

I’m so glad to see you.

Are you here on a leave?

- Will you stay? - Kirill, son...

What are you doing here?

I was told Nadia is dead.

Is it true? Was she killed?

Son...

- I know who did it! - Wait!

- Kirill! - Disgusting old man!

- Kirill, wait. - I’ll kill him!

Do you hear?

I’ll kill you!

- I’ll kill you! - Please calm down! Stop it!

Do you hear, you disgusting old man? I’ll kill you!

Stop! You can’t bring her back.

- Mother, please. - Kirill, what’s wrong with you?

You barely knew each other.

I’ll kill you!

Do you hear, old man? I’ll kill you!

Take him away.

You knew everything.

Why didn’t you tell me?

Because we don’t talk much.

Aleksey Petrovich, I’m sorry.

Are you hurt?

- My Kolia is missing. - What do you mean, missing?

He didn’t come home last night.

I’ve searched the estate.

What is it, Sergey Yegorovich?

God took my wife and now my son, too?

Calm down. He will come back.

He’s just a boy. He must be just running around.

No, Sergey Yegorovich.

It’s a bad time for running around.

Looks like a revolver bullet.

Now we at least know what we’re looking for.

The policemen have searched the pond with the poles,

which didn’t make much sense.

Right...

Look how beautiful and young she is.

Such beauty often invites jealousy, even hatred.

You have to agree, Yakov Platonovich,

envy for someone’s beauty

isn’t reason enough to kill them.

Anyway, I’ll issue a warrant for Mr. Makarov’s arrest.

You were in love with Nadia.

I loved her more than life itself.

My condolences.

Who are you, ma’am?

- I’ve never met you before. - Anna.

Anna Mironova.

Anna Mironova.

The Anna?

The one with the gift?

The very same.

Anna.

Help me...

Help me talk to Nadia.

We haven’t said our goodbyes.

I’ll try to help you.

I’ve read the first chapters of your book.

Mariya Timofeyevna, let me express my admiration.

You liked it!

Your style is perfect.

The setting, the characters!

Unfortunately, no one is going to read it.

Why is that?

Because there is no drama, no passion.

A heroine has to fall in love, cry, suffer.

That’s what the reader wants.

This sounds cheap.

Why can’t we do without passions?

Because it’s boring.

Even Lev Tolstoy allowed himself philosophic digressions

only as a background for passions and emotions.

Remember Prince Andrey, Anna Karenina?

Dear Mariya Timofeyevna,

why don’t you write another of your brilliant columns for me?

Oh, no. I don’t have time for this.

My maid Liza decided to quit.

Good help is hard to find in our days.

This is simple.

I’ll publish an advertisement,

and you will have plenty of candidates.

Do you think so?

I’m sure.

Write your column and don’t worry about a thing.

There is a subject for you: how to choose a good servant.

Cheers.

Who is here?

Annett.

Mon ange...

Are you in the clutch of passions?

I’m just trying to make a boring country lady’s life better.

However,

it might be beautiful as it is, like it is for any silly woman.

Pierre, where are you?

I’m coming, my nymph. I’m running.

Piotr Ivanovich...

Yakov Platonovich.

Filimonov has sent a word. Makarov’s son is missing.

- Does he have a son? - It appears he does.

Why didn’t we question him yesterday, then?

He had disappeared in the middle of all this turmoil

before anyone noticed.

I wonder if he took the revolver, too.

Anton Andreyevich, the boy might be a key witness

or an accomplice.

Don’t worry about that.

We’ll involve Fedka.

Fedka who?

You’ll see. We’re going to Slobodka.

Nadia?

It’s me, Kirill Sergeyevich.

I dreamed about Nadia.

She was stroking my head.

It wasn’t a dream.

Is she here?

Can you see her?

She’s standing right next to you.

Where is she?

Does she hear me?

Does she?

Ask her who killed her.

She has disappeared.

I’ll find the killer and punish them.

I won’t let them live, do you hear?

Hello.

Look at this lamp!

It’s nice.

Can I have another four?

Of course.

You’ve dropped your watch.

Thank you. How could I...

Don’t worry. We’ll find this kid really quick.

I have reliable agents.

We know, Fedia. That’s why we came to you.

Any special features?

He might have a revolver, a Smith & Wesson.

- Do you know what it looks like? - Yes.

Just don’t steal it.

- Why would I? - I know you. Here, take it.

Is that all?

You’ll get the watch when you bring Kolia.

That’s better.

Good luck, your nobleness.

Smart boy. He’ll go far.

Maybe too far.

Serge, I saw Nadia.

Where, when?

Today in the park.

Did she tell you...

who killed her?

I see.

She is protecting her husband.

You think he did it?

What does it matter what I think?

This is police business.

Let them look into it.

Who is it?

Who do you think it is?

It’s me, my nymph. Your Pierre. Open the door.

I can’t, my dear Pierre.

Why is that?

- Don’t be childish! - I can’t, I can’t!

Is someone in there? Under the bed?

- Ma’am! - What happened?

The police is here. I believe someone was killed.

Where?

At Makarov’s outbuilding.

- What happened? - I think there was another murder.

Looks like they dragged him to the back door.

- He was killed here. - I can see that.

When was the last time you saw the steward?

Yesterday.

He was sitting on the porch with Yegor, the senior valet.

Did he tell you that?

Yes.

Where is he now?

Somewhere around, waiting.

Are you still here?

Ariadna!

Ariadna, open the door.

Ariadna!

Ariadna, open the door.

Zhenia, I’m coming.

I’m coming, Zhenia.

Get up!

Where are you, Ariadna?

I’m coming, Zhenia.

What happened?

This is a curse!

What happened?

I have no idea where he could have gone. My husband called the police.

Please stay with me.

Of course.

Did you find the blood in the outbuilding?

Yes, sir.

Was anyone there?

Nothing suspicious?

No, your nobleness.

It was early.

Everybody was asleep.

Who was spending the night on the estate?

The same people.

Plus our son Kirill who came yesterday.

Where is he now?

In his room, I suppose. Asleep.

Let’s wake him up. I need to talk to him. Let’s go.

Kirill, wake up.

Someone wants to talk to you.

What happened? Who are you?

Shtolman, the court investigator.

Lieutenant, please tell me where you were last night.

Here, in my room. I was sleeping.

In your clothes and boots?

I see you had a good time yesterday.

I admit it, Mr. Shtolman,

but I had my reasons.

I can see that. Why do you have blood on your clothes?

Your nobleness.

I don’t know.

You are under arrest on the suspicion of killing Mr. Makarov.

Son, how could you? Why?

- Take him. - Why?

How strange.

I don’t remember anything.

Anton Andreyevich, we’ll need to search around.

We haven’t found the body yet.

I’ll give the orders.

THE GYPSY BEAUTY