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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 16: THE MAGICIAN

Yakov Platonovich, hello.

You come to me in broad daylight now?

Good morning.

Why does it surprise you?

You are on the under-surveillance list.

Other policemen may visit you in the near future as well now.

Thank you.

I've come to ask about the performance. You did see it, right?

Yes, it was quite shocking.

Are you certain that you saw a ghost?

Everybody saw it.

Or you just thought you did

because Mr. Donizetti used suggestion on all of you.

Have you ever considered that might be exactly

how all those awful crimes in St. Petersburg happened?

With the use of hypnotic suggestion.

Yes, yes, now I realize there something familiar

in Donizetti's face.

Are you certain?

How can I be certain? I've never seen him without the mask.

You said you had seen a distinctive tattoo on his body.

Yes. A snake devouring its own tail.

He had it on his left breast, right here.

Maestro Donizetti is not accepting visitors today.

I'm begging you, I need to talk to him.

Tell him that Anna Mironova is here.

- Signor Donizetti! - It is you.

I am sorry, I am completely exhausted today.

Come another time.

Please. I really need your help.

The thing is... she won't leave.

Of whom are you speaking?

You can't see her?

There she is. The ghost of Zakharov's wife.

My gift has gotten very weak.

I need time to regenerate it.

Besides, I have not slept all night.

My mother is feeling worse.

- Have you sent for a doctor? - No, I do not trust doctors.

Do you trust me, then?

I studied medicine in Paris.

Follow him.

Wait.

Do not come too close.

But I need to examine her.

She is...

She is very afraid of strangers.

She is very sick.

What happened to her? Why is she wearing gloves?

This is a very rare skin condition.

You see, she... does not wake up.

There is breath, but very infrequent.

It feels like she is in a deep coma.

May I at least feel her pulse?

But I beg you, do not disturb her.

Very weak.

She needs an urgent camphor injection.

Yes, it's all correct.

I think she has come to.

Mum...

Knock knock!

Anton Andreevich.

I was in the neighborhood, thought I would pop in.

Perhaps this is a bad time?

Oh, don't say that. Come on in.

How do you like my new storefront?

Wonderful.

What would I do without you?

Oh stop it, it is nothing at all.

I hope no volumes dear to you perished in the fire?

Here, I've brought some candy to you,

with brandied cherries.

You like brandied cherries, I hope?

Are you joking? I love them!

Here, take a look.

Let's have some tea.

- Annette. - Uncle!

- Annette. - Uncle, you're back!

I am here again.

I get sad in Petersburg without my Zizi.

I have something for you.

You can shut your eyes.

Go on, shut them.

Now open.

What is this?

This is perfume.

WILD ORCHID. ZIZI

The scent is just, heavenly.

Wild Orchid, hmm?

Is it not romantic?

- How precious. - Yeah.

I wasn't aware you are in perfume now.

Well, Zizi left an untold fortune to me.

Now I carry the perfume factory as well.

Say... you know who I met on Nevsky Avenue?

Andrey...

Petrovich...

- Klyuev? - Klyuev, yes.

He was searching for an apartment.

And it should be noted he was not looking at one for bachelors.

I know.

Don't you think, Annette, that it's time to announce to us all

a certain upcoming festal occasion?

No, Uncle.

I don't. It's too early.

What are you doing? What is all that?

Trying to find an explanation

for the strange behavior of yet another ghost.

So what manner of fool did this one engage in?

Pyotr.

Viktor.

And I thought it was Masha coming back.

Why, is she not back?

No. She has not returned yet.

M'lady?

Alisa?

I don't believe my eyes.

You filth! You trollop!

They never suspected I had another revolver concealed on me.

Bang bang bang!

Oh Pelageya Ivanovna, I could tell you so many stories

from the life of a chief investigator.

I have so many over the years:

murderers, blackmailers, F-word people...

The F-word is foul.

Your stories are so vibrant when you tell them,

it's a pleasure to listen to you.

Well, that also wholly depends on whom one tells them.

Ma'am, are you the victim?

Yes, that is me.

I can answer any question you have.

There is no need for that, your... retelling is rather detailed.

You can go home.

Are you sure?

I dare not keep you.

Give me the report.

Where's the detainee?

In the cell, sir.

- Take her to the office immediately. - Yes, sir.

Sir!

What is the matter?

Merchant Zakharov's house has just been robbed.

They cleaned it out, money, debt securities, jewelry...

Just the usual.

Pelageya Invanovna, I must leave you, duty calls.

Could I perhaps come visit with you again?

Of course, come, always happy to see you!

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Thank you.

You are all I needed.

- A glass of water, maybe? - No thank you.

What is going to happen to me now?

Am I under arrest?

No, you are free to go.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

Take me to the hotel.

I can't go back to his house.

Actually, what am I saying?

That's my house now, not his.

He is the one who can't stay there anymore.

Mr. Shtolman...

Take me home.

Well, we can't wait any longer!

I'm going to town, to the police station. Pyotr, are you coming?

Masha, thank God!

Mom!

Mr. Shtolman, what do you think you are doing?

- Excuse me, I will leave. - No!

You saved me today,

and I will not allow you to be thrown out of my home.

Mom, what has happened? Where have you been?

I went to Bogolyubskaya Street.

What, have you been spying on me?

And you dare reproach me for it?

What is going on? I'm completely lost.

My beloved husband...

Lives with a debauched tart and supports her.

Liza is not a tart.

I will ask you not to insult her.

For crying out loud, sir, ma'am, calm down!

Liza our former maid?

How long have you lived with her?

- Dad, that isn't true. - Anette...

Mariya Timofeevna, I think this is all some kind of, you know,

unfortunate misunderstanding.

We should sort it out and close this matter.

Vitya...

Viktor probably did visit Yelizaveta on some urgent business.

That's all.

He went there, handled the business, and came back.

And Mariya Timofeevna fancied God knows what.

So calm her down. Tell her you went there on business.

- Just say it, "went there on business." - No, Pyotr.

I fell in love.

Forgive me, Masha.

Out of my house.

Of course.

I will leave right this moment.

- I suppose it's for the best. - Viktor!

Dad!

- Vitya! - Dad!

For crying out loud.

You need to lie down. Come with me.

Good God almighty, Viktor!

My God.

My God, how?

How?

I understand how much pain you are in.

It will all sort itself out somehow.

Don't cry.

Have you given Klyuev your answer yet?

No. Not yet.

Yesterday, I thought I'd take a walk around the house.

See if everything's good.

I come into m'lord's office

and somebody's rifling through them drawers!

I felt lily-livered at first,

thought it was m'lady coming back from beyond.

- Why did you think so? - They looked real similar.

Katya's height, gait, hair,

everything like the late Olga Aleksandrovna's.

She would joke that she could send her to the seamstress instead of herself.

This is all very curious, Anton Andreevich, don't you find?

What happened next?

After that, she turns her cheek to me...

And there's a birthmark on it!

So I grab the wench's arm,

but she broke free and ran off.

Thank you, this is very valuable information.

Get the officers, let's go see your great psychic.

Why? What does Donizetti have to do with it?

What, you still haven't realized?

Leaving us already, Mr Donizetti?

Yes.

Mother is feeling better, it is time for us to go.

What is the matter?

Don't worry, I just wanted to say goodbye to your dear mother.

Why? There is no need.

I need to see her once again.

Tell me...

does she have a birthmark on her cheek?

Under all that circus makeup and false wrinkles.

Ma'am, kindly lift your veil.

Ma'am...

If I may.

Mommy... Mommy dear...

Don't cry. I love you, I'm here for you.

You are completely right in not wanting to get married.

See how it all ends?

I know how to cheer you up.

- What is that? - Perfume.

Our uncle is a perfumer.

- No, I don't want it! - You must, ma'am, don't fight me.

I've made some blancmange for you, just the way you like.

Why torture yourself?

You're a good girl, aren't you?

You are. And pretty.

You write for the paper. It's all going to sort itself out.

You'll even be happy, God willing.

Mom, was it Donizetti that told you?

About Dad?

I found out on my own.

And your Donizetti is a charlatan and a cheat.

He told me... that my husband is faithful to me.

And he loves me alone.

Kindly answer my questions, Mr Donizetti.

Where is your accomplice currently?

I don't know whom you are talking about.

This is the woman in question. Do you recognize her?

Yes.

She is the one you hid under the mask of your ill mother.

And she played the ghost of the late Mrs. Zakharova three days ago.

How dare you?

How dare you accuse me.

I read you...

...like a book.

You have many secrets, Mr. Shtolman.

Do you wish me to expose them?

During the last month of your incarceration,

you received a cellmate.

That was one of St. Petersburg's most powerful hypnotists.

Now I understand

why that fellow made strange monotonous movements,

so I concluded he was disturbed.

We were testing you. And you passed the test.

That is quite enough theatrics, Mr Donizetti.

It isn’t working on me.

Let's get back to the case.

Please.

I sent Mother away yesterday night,

to save her from the evil spirits.

They are threatening her.

Anna Mironova showed me the photograph,

so I would help her find the girl with the birthmark.

That is true, Yakov Platonovich.

I gave the picture to Anna Viktorovna so she would show it to Mr. Donizetti.

What? We will talk later.

Yes sir.

Anna has seen my mother.

You have seen her.

And you know perfectly well

that girl is not her.

- And don't leave... - And don't leave town, Mr. Donizetti.

Your equus troianus will not pass.

Mr Rebushinsky is here to see you.

Send him in.

Aleksey Yegorovich?

Mariya Timofeevna...

We didn't part on a pleasant note yesterday,

so I've decided to come by.

And that was a good idea.

I think you are aware that my husband left me?

Well, yes, the rumors have started already.

But rest assured I won't write about it.

You won't?

I've done it myself.

"The Lady and The Maid: A Story of Modern Morals."

May I?

Please.

Brilliant.

No, this is incredible.

You describe your feelings with such nuance,

and such self-awareness...

Mariya Timofeevna, but everybody will easily recognize

you and Viktor Ivanovich in these characters.

So let them.

I am not going to shed tears in solitude ashamed to go outside.

I am a modern woman,

not some homely victim.

You...

You are a magnificent woman.

Thank you.

Mr. Donizetti.

Mademoiselle Anna.

To be honest, I thought you had already left us.

Alas, Mr. Shtolman won't let me leave town.

He thinks I am connected to the crimes.

The girl whose photograph you showed me yesterday

robbed merchant Zakharov's house.

I wanted to ask you...

Why did you lie to my mother?

Did you feel sorry for her?

We are colleagues, signora.

Do you not tell your clients what they want to hear?

No.

Don't be silly.

We both know perfectly well that there are no ghosts.

Why are you telling me this?

I could expose you.

Who would listen to you?

What beautiful weather we have today.

Let's take a walk.

You know, I will tell you the truth.

Mariya and I really loved each other,

but life separated us.

We met a year later in Moscow,

and the fire of our passion burned again.

I begged her to leave her husband and run away with me,

but we were too late.

The husband found out about it and murdered her.

And that was when you decided to stage that farce.

I only wanted to spur the police into action, you see?

The main helped me.

She wanted to punish the murderer too.

The resemblance between her and Mariya, they are like sisters.

A little makeup and she became the spitting image of the deceased.

So it wasn't your mother, after all.

Do you know where Katya is right now?

Gone. Gone.

Maybe she really did rob Zakharov's house.

In any case, I have nothing to do with it by now.

I just needed to punish the murderer,

you see?

Signor Donizetti, you miss Mariya.

Would you like to talk to her right now?

Yakov Platonovich, I was there,

and I saw the ghost appear in the mirror.

And it was Mrs Zakharova, not her maid at all.

I can still tell a falcon from a heron.

Anton Andreevich!

Gentlemen, good afternoon.

What's the matter?

I saw Anna and Donizetti walking somewhere together.

I thought you should know.

Where did you see them?

I think they turned left at the Golubtsovs' restaurant.

That isn't far from Zakharov's house.

That must be where they are heading. Gather the officers, we are going.

Don't worry, I will order somebody to take you home.

Thank you.

Follow me.

The ghost of Mariya Ponurova, come to me.

The woman who died in this room, come to me.

The ghost of the woman who died here,

I order you to come to me.

No need to try so hard.

I am impressed with you already.

What are you doing?

You come to see me under any pretext,

admire me, listen to me...

Admit it, you are in love with me?

Is that you?

Whom are you talking to?

What are you looking at?

Tell me who killed you.

Can you explain to me what happened?

What would happen if a psychic summoned

the ghost of someone who's alive?

I've read about it.

You can only do it when the one you summon is asleep.

But then they may never wake up, it is akin to lethargy.

But that, of course, is total nonsense.

But it happened to your Mariya.

That night, I summoned her ghost,

thinking she was dead.

That whole romantic story of yours is just a lie.

You and Mariya Ponurova murdered her maid Katya Lopyryova

so that you could blame her husband and rob the house.

And you found a girl that looked like her on purpose,

so the husband would identify her charred body.

What...

you really can talk to spirits?

Come with me.

We must be together.

To hell with Mariya, she isn't fit to shine your boots.

You and I, we will make millions!

Leave me alone! You're a monster!

What a shame.

I cannot let you go.

You know too much.

I came to each town ahead of time, loitered in watering holes,

collected rumors and gossip...

Mostly about the rich, their secrets, secret affairs,

recently lost loved ones...

Wrote it down into a notebook and gave it to my boss.

- Great, will we find it at the hotel? - That is not a crime.

It's fraud.

But that is not the only thing you're guilty of.

I requested a list of all fatal accidents

in the towns where you have performed

over the last two years.

There are rather a lot of them, but in two of them,

young women perished in fires.

Brown-haired, wives of wealthy men.

- It is a simple coincidence. - Somehow I doubt that.

In your performances the woman pointed at the husband as the killer.

He would got arrested,

and then your accomplice would rob the empty house.

By the way, she will be joining us soon.

They caught her in a neighboring district.

Masha?

Is that you? My God, I don't believe my eyes, you are alive!

Go away, you fool.

And here is your ghost.

Ma'am, are you going to try denying it or would you rather just tell us

when and how you entered into a criminal partnership

with Maestro Donizetti?

He's not Donizetti.

What does that mean?

I was suspicious of your Russian right away, it is too good.

Who is he, then?

If I tell you everything, will you go easier on me?

That is up to the court.

He killed Donizetti two years ago and took his place.

Liar!

She's a liar!

His name is Gevorg Gabrilian.

- Gabrilian? - Yes.

Would he happen to be the Gabrilian

who's been wanted by the police for 5 years?

Escaped convict, thief and card-sharp.

And as we now found out, a murderer as well.

Well, Mr. Gabrilian, you have found a good way to hide from justice,

by pretending to be another man, and a famous one at that.

And now you'll pay for it all.

You're the one who's going to pay for it all, Mr. Shtolman.

This isn't him.

Good afternoon, Mr. Klyuev.

Hello, Mr. Shtolman.

Thank you for accepting my invitation.

How long have you been back?

Please.

I think you know perfectly well when I came back.

We should talk.

I'm listening.

In Petersburg, your sleuths followed me everywhere.

What makes you think I sent them?

Money will loosen anyone's tongue, Yakov Platonovich.

So I'm curious, why do you have people watching me?

You see, Mr Klyuev, I have grounds to suspect you're

not who you say you are.

Then please, present your grounds.

Well, first of all, you live under an assumed name.

And your movements don't make much sense.

In '89 you were abroad,

and a year before, you lived in Russia and St. Petersburg.

But it's as if you disappeared into thin air.

Be so kind as to explain these riddles to me.

I assume I owe your sudden interest in me to the fact that

I proposed to Anna Viktorovna, right?

Very well, I will satisfy your curiosity.

Have you heard about the case of banker Zolotnitskiy?

The one who put a bullet in his head?

Yes, but first he shot his wife.

Because of his criminal scheme,

he had lost his investors' money and went bankrupt.

That was my father.

Now you I understand why I decided to change my name.

Keeping mine would mean suffering people's curses and mockery.

Thankfully, Father had allocated part of his inheritance to be before it all.

And consequently, I boosted my fortune legally.

Very admirable.

As for your second question...

I spent '88 at Professor Kashenko's Psychiatric Clinic.

After those events, I was afflicted with a bad case of melancholia, and...

The professor cured me.

Have I satisfied your curiosity?

Completely.

Mr Shtolman...

If you ever want to find out something else about me...

Just ask me, all right?

Did Mariya Timofeevna protest my visit?

No, not at all.

Mom sees many things differently now.

And to be honest, she...

She's very grateful to you.

Anna Viktorovna, that night five years ago...

Five years, six months, and four days.

I was lured out of my hotel room. They slid a note under the door.

As soon as I came out, they grabbed me and took me to St. Petersburg.

Were you wounded?

I saw blood.

That wasn't as horrible as what happened later.

I was charged with espionage for England.

Why?

Everybody knew about my connection with Nezhinskaya,

and she was obviously guilty.

Besides, certain people at court really wanted

that folder with Mr. Brown's studies.

Only 4 and a half years later, Colonel Varfolomeev

managed to get me a full pardon.

I was set free.

What happened to Nezhinskaya?

Her death sentence was replaced with life imprisonment at the last moment.

So horrible.

You loved her, didn't you?

I did, a long time ago.

What happened to Alice?

She told everything she knew about her father's job,

and she was allowed to go back home.

But Mr Brown was found strangled to death at the port.

My God... So many deaths.

When I was free...

I was called in to the Secret Police Department.

What I'm about to tell you, Anna Viktorovna,

is a state secret.

Preobrazhensky Regiment officers

shoot each other at party as if on cue.

Respected homemaker

stabs all six of her children to death in their sleep.

Factory workers attack the supervisor and tear him to pieces.

And that's far from all of it.

And you say they remembered nothing the next day?

Precisely.

But every time, Krutin was connected in some way.

So you know who he is?

We think his name is Mikhail Krutin.

None of the witnesses could describe what he looked like,

and he always wore a mask when seeing his patients.

The saddest part is that some of them were people of high standing,

even members of the Emperor's family.

God alone knows what he could have imprinted them with using hypnosis.

But what is his goal?

What is he trying to achieve?

He clearly has some kind of plan.

I think he is some dangerous free thinker,

most likely a sectarian or a Satan worshipper.

I have nothing else to tell you.

And yet, why me?

You must have other detectives.

We have information that he is hiding in Zatonsk.

He is very interested in somebody you may know: Anna Mironova.

Anna?

Perhaps you would like to protect her, Mr. Shtolman.

Would you not?

What does he want? What does that Krutin want with me?

I don't know, but I'm certain that the bookshop fire was his handiwork.

Good Lord... God.

It wasn't Polina they were trying to kill. It was me.

I don't think that was part of his plan.

I tried to protect you without revealing myself,

but I think he has uncovered it

and started some game of his own.

Yakov Platonovich, I'm scared.

I wall always be next to you, I will always protect you.

You are my all.

You are late, mademoiselle.

Your mom is worried, asking you to hurry.

Don't take it the wrong way, sir. It really is late.

Yes, I lost track of time.

Apologies.

Good night, Anna Viktorovna.

Until next time, Yakov Platonovich.

Who do you think you are?

It is improper for you to receive a man alone.

What would Andrey Petrovich say?

He is almost your husband.

Andrey Petrovich...

You will take a letter to him.

Immediately!

Dear Andrey Petrovich,

I cannot accept your proposal

and be your wife.

You are a wonderful man,

but a loveless marriage will be horrific for us.

I hope we can stay good friends.