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Mother of God!

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 15: THE MAGICIAN

Fyodor Nikitich.

Anton Andreevich, what happened?

The night guard called the firemen, but it was too late.

What is this? No! Olya!

- Fyodor. - Olya!

You shouldn't see her. She...

She was pouring some oil into the lamp,

and looks like she knocked it over and doused herself.

Be strong, Fyodor Nikitich.

These rings were on her hands.

I... gifted them.

To her.

This is my fault, gentlemen.

I was supposed to come home last night,

but I was tardy and spent the night at the inn.

Olya let the maid go, as bad luck would have it,

to see her relatives in Moscow.

Don't blame yourself.

It's all in God's plan.

Mr Zakharov, are you ready to take a look?

Is this her?

Olga Aleksandrovna Zakharova?

ONE WEEK LATER

No. Please, I can't.

Aleksey Yegorych.

Well, all right, then.

Yesterday, a guest of ours had...

an expensive necklace go missing.

Go on, go on...

A scandal, hysterics, threats of litigation!

He appears, drawn by the noise,

and immediately declares that the necklace

slipped off the lady's neck and is currently

behind the sofa in her room.

And guess what happened next.

The necklace was found?

Exactly where he said it was!

This him?

He does look like him...

Although, he registered under the name of Sidorov.

With him is a servant and an elderly lady in a rocking chair.

What room is he In, old chap?

How can I help you, sir?

Signor Donizetti, I beg you...

You are a newsman.

Your last name starts with the letter R.

- Yes. - You are in love.

But so far, it is unrequited.

What do you want?

A few words. A few words for my readership.

Your aunt.

She is ill.

Write her.

Olimpiada Samsonovna?

In Kaluga?

Have you another aunt whose inheritance you await?

Write her.

Klyuev is a wonderful man.

He is kind, intelligent, educated,

and he loves me.

And you?

Do you love him?

I don't.

But I could love him.

"They live in great harmony with one another,

and someday they will even be in love."

Turgenev. But a man wrote that.

But for a woman, a marriage with one she does not love is suffering.

Anna, don't make a mistake that will be hard to correct later.

Have you ever been in love?

I...

Anna, let's take to the back entrance!

They've locked us in!

What do we do?

Help!

Help!

Go on, pump it!

Quicker!

- Have you looked inside? - Who could be in there? It's night.

Halt, where are you going? You can't go in there.

Oh my God.

Ma'am, breathe.

Can you see me?

Thank God.

Where is Anna?

Anna... Don't worry about her, she's all right.

My life's work, up in flames.

Now I shall have to start over.

That isn't so. The store is fine.

The storefront only burned down. What matters is that you are alive.

Please... don't worry over nothing.

It appears this was arson.

We will find the culprits, I promise.

Let me introduce myself: Anton Korobeynikov, Chief Inspector.

Here she is, Anna Viktorovna.

God, thank God you are alive.

Thank God you are alive.

What happened here?

They locked us in and set us on fire.

Anna, thank God you are fine.

I'm all right, Andrey Petrovich.

I was dining at the restaurant nearby, heard about the fire.

Thank you.

The fire may not have been random, Mr Klyuev,

and Anna Viktorovna and the owner of the shop

will have to give their statements.

I hope it can wait until tomorrow.

Right now, I would like to walk Anna Viktorovna home.

Naturally.

Please allow me to walk you home as well.

A police escort is at your service.

Thank you, that is quite nice of you.

- Will you be able to walk? - Yes.

You are shaking terribly.

Terenchev.

Take my cab and don't let them out of your sight.

Well, then...

Why did you set fire to that store?

And not just any store, a bookstore.

Who put you up to it?

- Answer me. - I'm innocent, sir.

I didn't set fire to it!

Anton Andreevich.

Good morning, Yakov Platonovich. Here, look at him.

Our arsonist.

Three people named him, and his hands, they still smell of kerosene.

You are about to smell it yourself. It boggles the mind!

So who put you up to starting the fire?

I didn't start any fire!

Then tell me where you were last night at 10 o'clock.

I don't remember! I don't remember anything!

He keeps repeating that,

"I don't remember" and "I didn't burn it down."

Where was he found?

He wasn't hiding, Yakov Platonovich.

He was sitting on a bench in the middle of town,

as if asleep, he had...

His eyes were open. That is what they said.

Could it be...

Hypnosis.

You don't say!

A celebrity like that, in our Zatonsk?

Yours truly has already found everything out.

His dear mother fell ill on the way to Moscow,

and he was forced to make a stop here in Zatonsk.

By the way, maestro Donizetti has agreed

to one performance tonight.

Incredible!

And I promise, Mariya Timofeevna,

to get you a ticket in exchange for an article.

Oh, no, not today for sure.

My husband and I have decided to finally have dinner together at last.

Mariya Timofeevna,

how can you sacrifice your calling

for some boring family dinner?

Dear boy, bring us some eclairs,

ice cream and some tarkhuna.

Tarkhun?

Tarkhun...

A wonderful beverage that has recently reached us from Georgia.

I really, really recommend you try it.

You know...

Viktor Ivanovich and I are having...

something like a Renaissance.

You get my meaning, right?

Well, Mariya Timofeevna...

I did not want to tell you...

But your husband is having a "Renaissance", as you put it,

with someone completely different

who lives in a revenue house on Bogolyubskaya.

You... are a filthy foul man.

- I do not believe a word you say. - Me?

And I don't understand...

why you had to invent nonsense like that.

- Goodbye. - Mariya Timofeevna.

Make way!

Good morning.

Good morning, Mr Shtolman.

I see you have cleaned up very quickly.

Yes, but I'm afraid it will take some time to deal with the odor of burnt wood.

I will admit, I was wrong and he is here.

He discovered us yesterday and tried to kill us.

He sent an arsonist boy, but naturally he remembers nothing.

This morning, I found this at home.

GREAT JOY

"Great Joy."

- It appears he is no longer hiding. - He has started the game.

- I think you should leave town at once. - I will not think of it.

I would rather sacrifice my own life as long as you find that beast and soon.

You know perfectly well what he did to me.

One can't breathe in here, let's go outside.

Does it not seem strange to you that he tried to kill Anna as well,

not just you?

He must not have known she would be with me at that hour.

But somebody called the firemen minutes after the store caught fire.

Then his goal was to scare us.

But believe me, he will not stop there.

Also, Mr Klyuev happened to be very near during the fire.

Coincidence?

I don't quite understand, are you suspicious of him or jealous?

By the way, he has proposed to Anna.

How do you know it?

She told me herself.

Sir, a gentleman is waiting for you outside.

- Who is he? - I don't know.

Out of town, named Lopyryov.

Are you Lopyryov?

Mr Lopyryov?

Mr Korobeynikov?

Yes. What is the matter?

Sir, my daughter's missing, my only girl.

Katya... Katerina Lopyryova, 20 years of age.

I beg you, find her.

Come. If I understand correctly, you came from Moscow.

Is this not a case for the Moscow police?

You see, my Katya found employment serving a rich lady,

and a couple of days ago,

I heard about what happened.

What do you mean?

The death of merchant Zakharov's spouse.

Yes, yes, I remember.

There was a maid there.

She went to Moscow to visit with her family.

Perhaps she planned to visit you?

Katya, she never came back to Moscow.

Maybe she was delayed along the way, or you missed each other.

It's too soon to be alarmed.

I beg you, sir...

Find her, for God's sake.

Here, a photograph...

My Katya.

I beg you.

Mario Donizetti...

Is this here, in Zatonsk?!

Incredible!

This is a world-famous psychic and clairvoyant!

There was a time when all of Paris talked about him.

I've read a different opinion.

He's a simple talented magician

who uses simple circus conjurer tricks.

No, those are all of ill-wishers.

Not only is he a clairvoyant psychic,

he skilled at hypnosis.

Are you coming to his performance?

Surely there are no tickets left by now.

Why don't I write Andrey Petrovich? He may think of something.

Listen... don't go there, it's dangerous.

Why do you think so?

Someone tried to kill you last night, is that not enough?

He was trying to kill Polina, not me.

And judging from how you've come to question me,

the culprit has not been found.

We caught the boy that set the store on fire.

But he remembers nothing, as if he was hypnotized.

That might point to Mr Donizetti's involvement.

What? Are you mad?

What would Mr Donizetti want with... Polina?

Tell me, did you...

tell anybody that you were going to visit with her that night?

I told Andrey Petrovich.

So what?

Will you order me to stay away from him, too?

If I could give you orders, I would.

Anna Viktorovna, how much longer?

Already coming.

Have you really decided to marry him?

You think I should take a vow of chastity?

Have you any more questions for me?

No.

Regrettably, I must leave you now.

Pelageya Ivanovna, you will have a great view from here.

Thank you, but you worry too much about me.

Come now, Mr. Shtolman worries for your safety

and has asked me not to let you out of sight.

How kind of him.

Andrey Petrovich, how did you manage to get the tickets?

Paid a merchant an exorbitant price for them.

Anna Viktorovna!

- It's so good you haven't left yet. - What is the matter?

Kulagina's about to give birth at this late hour.

The doctor says she can't do it herself

and asks you to assist him during surgery.

Nobody else can do it.

There it is, our plans are ruined.

You aren't angry with me, are you, Andrey Petrovich?

How could I be angry? Do you not know me at all?

I do. You are a very kind and noble man.

Until tomorrow, then?

Tomorrow I leave for St Petersburg.

Then until next time.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I am glad that you have all come to this theater tonight.

My guardian angel wishes

to give you a small surprise.

Miss...

Thank you.

That is incredible!

That is a miracle!

May these roses bring you love and good fortune.

Take it, this is for you, for luck.

Oh, thank you.

Bravo.

Bravo!

Come in.

NCO Klimov?

Sir, yes, sir.

I've just arrived from St Petersburg. What are your orders?

You need to follow a certain person,

he is leaving Zatonsk early tomorrow morning.

Do not lose him for one moment, I need to know all about him.

Will do, sir.

However, why did you not telegraph Headquarters?

Well, because I'm not ready to trust paper nor telegraph with this affair.

I apologize for making you come out such a long way.

This is your objective.

Read it carefully and study it.

I serve the Tsar and Homeland.

Bravo!

But I know for certain, anima immortale.

The soul is immortal.

Is there someone in the audience

who recently lost a loved one

and wishes to see them once again?

Mister, please.

Think about that person.

I will see your thoughts.

- Olya? - Olga Aleksandrovna, as if still alive?

She wants to say something...

Murdered. I was murdered.

Who murdered you, Olya? Who?

You murdered me.

What? What?

How many times do I have to tell you, Yakov Platonovich?

It was her in the mirror, her spirit!

I swear, if you were there, you would not be talking this way.

- I couldn't, I was quite busy. - Ugh, "busy."

And I didn't know the deceased.

- And I did! - Yakov Platonovich. Anton Andreevich.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I almost set out in search of you.

Well,

it appears the chasm of the unknown is open once again.

After last night's seance by Signor Donizetti...

I was there.

...the whole town is feverish.

I am telling Yakov Platonovich that we must investigate anew.

I don't see why that is necessary.

Donizetti was in town two days ago, and preparing for his performance.

He gathered rumors, gossip,

and so he found out about Mrs Zakharova's recent death.

As for the appearance of the late woman's ghost,

it was a cunning circus trick.

What trick? Everybody saw it and recognized her!

The investigation should be reopened

to prove Zakharov's innocence.

The whole town thinks him a murderer already.

- Yes. - Let's not be hasty.

Allow me to speak with Donizetti personally.

Yakov Platonovich...

Act on your own recognizance.

But...

- But what about... - What?

Oh, yes, how goes the search for that maid Lopyryova?

I think she fled with some suitor.

She's not the first or the last to be seduced

by a rogue passing through town.

I suppose they are far away now.

If she had been in town -

her appearance is quite distinctive - we would have found her already.

- Seek and you shall... - Find?

Correct.

So find her.

Yes, sir.

Rain came and went...

Honey mushroom season's started.

Gentlemen, gentlemen!

I ask you to keep completely silent.

You are disrupting the maestro's work!

And I ask all new arrivals

to state their full name

and the purpose of their visit.

I am keeping a list.

- So... - Shtolman, Yakov Platonovich.

Shtol...

Come tomorrow, Mr Shtolman. I can't do anything for you today.

I'm with the police,

an investigator.

Tell Mr Donizetti I need to speak with him urgently.

- One minute. - Why are you jumping the queue?

- Is he on the list? - Outrageous!

Duty, gentlemen.

Anna Viktorovna, I'm so happy you've agreed to help me.

I don't doubt it one iota that the spirit was telling the truth.

I regret so much that I didn't see that performance.

Manifesting a spirit, God, only Donizetti could capable of that!

Yes, it was an unforgettable sight, Anna Viktorovna.

Nobody comes to this part of the house anymore, Anna Viktorovna.

Will you try?

Anton Andreevich, please leave me here.

Of course.

If you should need me, I will be downstairs.

Olga Zakharova's ghost, come to me.

Olga Zakharova's ghost, come to me.

I was told you wanted to see me. I am at your service.

I see you became quite popular in this city, Mr Donizetti.

Helping people is my calling.

I've heard you charge a pretty penny for that help.

But I'm interested in something else.

Tell me, how did you manage that circus act with the mirror?

Was your assistant playing the ghost?

Where is she?

Please, stop there.

I am no circus performer.

I do not have an assistant. Only...

Do you want to see her?

- She is terribly ill. - And still.

Mom.

How are you doing?

Hello.

Are you satisfied?

Quite.

What happened?

It didn't work.

- It happens, sometimes they do not come. - Right.

And as I waited for you, I talked to the watchman again,

and he said that since that couple came back from their trip,

Alferova the modiste has come into the house several times.

- Shall we go see her together? - Yes.

We shall. Together.

So you are trying to convince me...

That last night, in front of an audience...

You really summoned the ghost of Olga Zakharova?

Why are you so surprised?

After all,

the woman you love...

Also possesses this gift.

Who told you?

I see...

...your thoughts.

Then you must see my next question.

Do you know hypnosis?

Yes. Of course.

But last night...

that was not hypnosis.

Such a shame about Olga Aleksandrovna, such a pretty young lady...

You know, she and I had grand plans.

She ordered an entire wardrobe from me,

and her husband was generous with money,

but all I had time to saw was a dressing gown.

Would you happen to have a sketch left?

Someone told me that you became friends with Olga Aleksandrovna,

came to visit the house...

Did you notice anything strange?

Well...

Here.

That is the one she wore last night.

Tell me, what was her relationship with her husband like?

Well... Please...

At first I thought it was a most affectionate one.

Excuse me...

But once I was witness to a scene like this:

Olga Aleksandrovna was crying,

and the husband was shouting at her and almost hit her.

When was that?

That was... a week before her death.

And the next day, he left for the fair at Nizhny Novgorod.

Right...

If we could find their maid, Yekaterina Lopyryova,

she would shed some light on this.

- Do you have a photograph of her? - I do...

Mr Donizetti!

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Pardon, pardon... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Mom?

Mom, what are you doing here?

Anya?

What kind of question is that?

Mom, are you here to see Mr Donizetti?

Mom, why?

I have heard that he has the gift of clairvoyance.

Is Lady Mironova here?

Yes.

Mironova, Anna Viktorovna?

Yes.

The maestro will see you out of turn.

I sent a policeman over to the inn

and nobody there had seen Zakharov at any point of that night.

Who would have seen him? He was asleep in his room.

What if he quietly slipped away?

And we need to put the modiste's statement into the case file, too.

The Zakharovs argued...

Come in.

Sir, you have a visitor.

Wants to give a statement about Miss Zakharova's murder.

It's a murder already?

That's how it is... Well, call them in.

May I, sir?

Come on in, take a seat.

I am Prokhor Ivanovich Palochkin.

And what did you want to tell us?

I saw, around midnight...

Some man entered their house through the back door.

Fyodor Nikitich Zakharov?

I wouldn't swear to it, but he looked like him.

What were you doing by the Zakharovs' house at night?

Well, I live there.

Why didn't you tell us anything before?

I didn't consider it important...

People said it was an accident.

And rumors started that Zakharov killed his own wife.

So, I had to tell you.

Coming to us was the right idea.

Will there be a reward?

Your Homeland will remember you. Sergeant!

Sir, excuse me.

Are you asleep?

I was expecting you, Miss Mironova.

My God! I was not aware that you spoke Russian so well.

Please take a seat.

- Are you a psychic? - Yes.

Yes, but my abilities are much more modest than yours.

The things you do really capture the imagination.

Your imagination has nothing to do with it.

Science will certainly be able to explain all our abilities soon.

And people will not be afraid of death anymore.

Signor Donizetti, I have here to ask for your help.

- The police are investigating a... - Police.

Someone from the police has visited me already.

The one you spend your days

and nights thinking about.

Shtolman.

You are wrong. I do not think about him.

Maestro Donizetti is never wrong.

Then tell me something.

I am listening.

Do you know who this girl is

and whether she is alive?

She is. She is here, in town.

I have been expecting you, gentlemen. You have come to arrest me.

Any reason we should?

We have a few questions for you.

Please excuse me. I would offer you a seat, but...

The father of your maid Yekaterina Lopyryova

has reported her missing.

Do you know where she could have gone to?

Your wife is dead, and it may be a murder.

The investigation is ongoing, so you will have to answer my question.

All right.

I will tell you, but I will you ask you something, gentlemen.

Nobody else can know.

I don't want Olya's name to be dragged through the mud.

I can promise you that much.

I met her six months ago in Moscow,

in a house of ill repute.

And I fell in love like a boy.

Masha, tell me...

Will you marry me?

Masha?

Her name was Mariya Ponurova.

I admit, I bribed somebody,

had some new documents made for her.

And she gladly accepted your offer.

She cried and kissed my feet.

She wasn't selling herself because she wanted to.

Some Frenchie seduced her, took her out of her family home,

and abandoned her in Moscow.

That was where we got married.

And then...

I realized she either had become involved with a lover already,

or she would do it any minute.

I went to Nizhny with a heavy heart.

I was uncertain what I should do.

And that is why when you came back, instead of going home

you stayed the night at the inn?

I never did reach a decision.

I have a different hypothesis, Fyodor Nikitich.

You had decided to punish your wife for betraying

you before you ever came back.

On the way back, you stopped at the inn, paid for a room,

secretly came back to your house

and sneaked in through the back door,

and knocked the lamp over onto Olga Aleksandrovna.

You're mad, Anton Andreevich. I'm not a murderer.

We have a witness saying that a man

that looked like you came into that house.

Pack your things,

you are under arrest pending investigation.

There is no mistress, madam.

Thank you.

Thank you!

Your husband loves only you.

Thank you!

Thank you!

Anton Andreevich!

It's good that you've come.

I went to see Mr Donizetti.

He says that Katya Lopyryova is still alive.

Thank you, Anna Viktorovna, that information is very useful.

And in the meantime, we arrested Zakharov.

What, has he confessed?

Not yet. However...

However, he told us a most curious story.

It turns out that Olga Aleksandrovna is not,

in fact, Olga Aleksandrovna.

- Zakharov's wife? - Yes.

She has lived all this time mutato nomine.

Under an assumed name.

I know Latin too.

So that's why the ghost wouldn't come to me.

What was her real name?

Mariya.

Mariya Ponurova.

Ponurova, yes.

Anna Viktorovna, I'm begging you:

if she does come to you,

please tell me about it.

We have no evidence at all.

We have a witness statement, but that fellow, he...

Does not inspire confidence, to put it mildly.

In due time.

Say again?

In due time, Anton Andreevich, in due time.

Thank you, Anna Viktorovna.

Maria Ponurova's ghost, come to me.

Maria Ponurova's ghost, come to me.

Who killed you?

Your husband?

What have you done?

What have you done?

What have you done?

THE MAGICIAN