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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 ALEKSEY TIMOSHKIN

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 20: FIVE SPICES

Zizi, are you here?

Are you with us?

I think she is unhappy with you.

She looks stern.

How are you, Zizi?

Are you well there?

How do you feel?

Is everything all right?

You know, the weather here...

hasn’t been too fine... lately.

Uncle, get to the point.

I’m in a very bad situation.

You’ve put on weight, Piotr.

Oh my God.

You need to stay off sweets and pastries.

I think you’re exaggerating.

Prokopiy the coachman took five rubles to fix the carriage

one month before my death

and drank them away.

You need to kick him out. Fire him and kick him out.

The gardener will come to ask for a raise.

Kick him out, too.

And stop chasing

every woman you meet.

What do you want me to do? You’re dead.

You came to Zatonsk and went straight to the governor’s wife.

Is she good, the governor’s wife?

No, my darling, not at all.

Not good at all.

That’s right.

Now you have no alibi because of her, you idiot!

You know?

You know everything!

They accuse me of killing you.

Glafira, too, by the way.

What shall I do? I need to clear my name.

It’s not true.

Did you drink with Kliuyev?

Did you go to the Gypsies?

Thank God you were smart enough

to pick up the mail from home.

You’re not a child anymore.

Mail?

What mail?

Yes, I picked up a newspaper and some letter.

I read the newspaper, and the letter...

I don’t remember where it is.

It’s in your grip-sack.

You put it in it.

- That’s right, the grip-sack. - Find it and read it.

- Immediately. - I understand.

Immediately, Piotr.

Yes, yes.

Oh my God.

Yes. Here it is.

No. Please no.

Here.

It’s from Glafira Karmanova.

You should have read it earlier.

It had been sitting there for three days, unopened.

- I... - How many times did I tell you?

Business first, governor’s wife later.

Zinaida, let’s not discuss it now.

We aren’t alone. Annette is here.

Piotr, careful.

- You’re wasting time. - Yes.

Uncle, what is it?

It’s unbelievable. Salvation!

Salvation!

This bastard!

Unbelievable.

I already told his nobleness everything I knew.

Tell me again who were Glafira Karmanova’s visitors.

There was this merchant. He’s not from here.

He came to Zatonsk recently

and opened this weird store.

It smells of exotic herbs.

He wanted me to buy some.

Putting these into my food? God forbid.

He’ll go bankrupt with these goods.

No one comes to his store.

What is his name?

I don’t remember, sir. Why would I?

All right. Tell me about the other one.

You said there was another man visiting Glafira.

Yes, there was one. He only came once.

I didn’t see his face, though.

- You said his hair looked well-groomed. - Yes, on the back of his head.

I think it didn’t look like a haystack on the front, either.

Who is it?

Mr. Shtolman?

Thank you.

I’m going to the Mironovs.

- You, Anton Andreyevich... - I know.

Find the merchant. This store...

I think it’s the only one of its kind here.

We’ll find it, don’t worry.

Well, my dear,

I’ll have to treat you to tea with gingerbread.

I see your business isn’t going well.

FIVE SPICES

It isn’t. Our people are savages.

These spices...

Anywhere from Paris to Moscow people would be ecstatic, but here...

All they want is beetroot and cabbage.

Yes... Anton Andreyevich Korobeynikov.

Ilya Samsonovich Kovrigin. Careful!

What are you going to do with the goods?

I’ll send it back to the warehouse in Moscow, of course.

I have two stores like this one in Moscow and three in St. Petersburg.

I could enjoy my life there. No, I had to come to these woods...

You should have made yourself visible. Place an ad in a newspaper.

I didn’t know about your store till today.

I like the name so much!

Does it have some special meaning?

Yes, it’s a Chinese spice.

Star anise, Sichuan pepper,

fennel seeds, cloves, and cinnamon.

It enhances the taste of any dish, especially those with meat.

Let me give you some.

The Chinese empress uses it, too.

Thank you.

How wonderful!

Did you know Glafira Karmanova, by any chance?

So you’re from the police.

You should get straight to the point.

There is no need to fake interest in my business.

We can talk inside. Let’s go.

Makar, go upstairs, collect the papers for the bank.

Quick, Makar. Go.

Well?

What? Did you know Glafira well?

So you’ve found out I was visiting her.

- Yes, we have. - I’m not hiding it.

Yes, I was seeing her,

because I loved her a lot.

Yes.

It was obvious from the beginning that the store would fail.

Two customers in six days.

I was keeping it only for Glafira.

I was trying to persuade her to go to Moscow with me.

What did she say?

She?

She hanged herself, as you know.

I must tell you Glafira didn’t commit suicide.

She was strangled and then hanged.

Are you sure? Who is this bastard?

Maybe you.

Apparently, a man came to visit her after midnight.

He is the one who killed her.

Who... Who did it?

Was she cheating on me?

Women! You can’t trust them.

Don’t torture yourself.

Maybe she didn’t even know him.

She did, if she let him in.

It doesn’t matter now anyway.

I wasn’t there that night.

Makar and I were working in the store till the morning.

Anton Andreyevich,

even if she was cheating,

please find her killer.

We’ll talk again soon.

And I expect to find you here.

Goodbye.

But...

Mr. Shtolman! Mr. Shtolman.

I’m saved!

Read this! You need to read this.

Read it! Read it at once.

Glafira sent this to me.

In a word, she says Zinaida Petrovna’s nephew...

Read it!

He came to her and asked her to testify

that she saw me putting Poison

into Zizi’s tea.

That’s exactly what it says.

Just a minute. Where is it? Here.

“Piotr Ivanovich...” Look!

“I gave him the boot...

since your kindness, softness, poli...”

Just a minute.

Here.

- “Your gentle hands...” - No, no, it’s not what I mean.

Here!

“So rest assured that I will never say

a bad word about you.”

Never a bad word!

Well?

What does it say?

“Started clapperclawing his face.”

Clapperclawing!

An educated person would write “scratching”!

Not clapperclawing!

I wish to see the chief of the police,

Mr. Tregubov, if I’m not mistaken.

Whom have I the honor of speaking?

Are you Tregubov?

My name is Golovliov.

Vitaliy Grigoryevich.

The nephew of Mrs. Mironova

who was brutally murdered in your town.

The investigation is still going.

I suggest that you refrained from jumping

to conclusions, Mr. Golovliov.

My dear sir.

I don’t need any advice from you.

I came here to give you a dressing-down!

Why haven’t you convoyed MR. Mironov to St. Petersburg yet?

The envelope, please.

Of course. The envelope.

Apparently, I received this letter back in St. Petersburg

and forgot all about it because I...

Mr. Kliuyev and I...

We were very busy. You know how it is.

But here... there is a stamp on it with a date.

- Yes, that’s right. - Yes.

So you forgot about it and found it only now.

Yes.

Actually, I wouldn’t have found it if not for Zizi.

She knows where I keep everything.

She’s an angel.

In a certain sense, she is an angel.

In the most literal sense.

An angel.

I’ll take the letter.

Letter you’ll explain why you remembered it only now.

As I said...

No, don’t talk about angels.

Just say you forgot all about it

and found it only now.

How dare you talk to me like this?

Who do you think

you are to demand an account from me?

Who the hell are you?

Calm down! The minister will demand an account.

We’ll see what you’ll tell him.

You’ll remember Golovliov!

You should go straight to the minister, Mr. Golovliov.

Why waste time on us?

Don’t worry, I’ll go to him.

I already have an appointment.

I’m happy for you.

Thank you for coming to see us of your own volition.

Otherwise, we’d have to have you convoyed from St. Petersburg.

Are you crazy? Are you right in the head?

Absolutely.

I believe you’ve been to Zatonsk recently,

visiting a Miss Glafira Karmanova.

Am I right?

Nonsense!

I have nothing to do with this godforsaken place.

I have proof of your visit.

Miss Karmanova’s letter to Mr. Mironov.

She claims you asked her to give false testimony against him.

Yes.

Yes, I came to this town

and asked Karmanova to testify.

But I never asked her to lie.

How else would I find out about the crime

if not from Karmanova?

Anyway, you should question her.

She’ll tell you everything in detail.

Glafira Karmanova is dead.

See? See?

Don’t you think it strange

that the only witness of Mironov’s crime

gets killed exactly when he comes to the town?

Who told you she was killed?

I was just speculating.

And I obviously was right. Was I?

I know what you’re getting it. No witness...

No murder.

I won’t let you get away with it.

As soon as I’m back to St. Petersburg,

I’ll complain to the minister.

I forbid you to leave Zatonsk.

You have no right!

I believe you’ll prefer to stay at the hotel rather than in a cell.

Nikolay Vasilyevich, I request to place a constable

outside Mr. Golovliov’s room.

Of course, Yakov Platonovich, I’ll send two.

I’ll put one at the door and one outside the window.

I will make a complaint!

It’s your right.

You can file your complaint through the constable.

Now off you go until I summon you again.

The constable is waiting.

See the gentleman out, please.

You won’t get away with this!

What do you think?

I don’t know what got into me.

But I’m not going to run after him and apologize.

I’ve had enough, Yakov Platonovich!

I didn’t serve my country for 30 years

for some St. Petersburg’s...

lice, pardon the language...

But he will send his complaint.

- The bastard! - Don’t worry.

He will have other things on his mind for the near future.

However, Yakov Platonovich,

there was something in what he said.

What if he wanted Karmanova to testify

to something she had actually witnessed?

Did you read the letter?

Did it say something about false testimony?

No. It allows a double interpretation.

Maybe we shouldn’t have arrested it.

Don’t worry, Zinaida. I’ll tell him.

Yes. What? Who...

Yes, second floor. I understand.

No. You don’t need to write it down. I’ll remember.

Annette?

Who are you talking to?

No, he doesn’t eat too much baked goods or sweets.

He has no complaints regarding his health.

What makes you think he has put on weight?

Annette? Is she here again?

Have you summoned her?

I didn’t summon her. She came on her own will.

What does she want?

So Kovrigin wasn’t at Glafira that night?

Did you tell him everything?

Why hide it?

I heard you’ve arrested Mrs. Mironova’s nephew.

Really? Do you think he killed his aunt?

- Or Glafira? - I don’t know.

She sent the letter much earlier than he had left.

Unless he hired someone else.

Don’t you understand?

- He had no reason to do this. - I wouldn’t say that.

What if she refused to lie under oath?

He could have killed her to throw suspicion on Mr. Mironov.

Mironov had a motive. His wife’s millions.

He had an opportunity. Why overthink it, Yakov Platonovich?

I’m afraid he needs to be convoyed to St. Petersburg.

What did they ever do to you?

- Who? - The Mironovs.

I have a feeling you really want

to see Piotr Ivanovich behind the grates.

Do you realize it would be a blow for the entire family?

I do.

And believe me, this situation is no less upsetting to me than to you.

But everything is obvious.

Nikolay Vasilyevich is right.

We don’t need to quarrel with St. Petersburg.

I know you have connections there,

but I don’t want to be fired.

Do you fear for your own skin?

I’ll be able to protect you in any case.

Thank you for your kind words.

Uncle, I have a bunch of instructions for you from Zinaida Petrovna.

She wants to tell you something, but I...

Piotr, Sveshnikov and Vitaliy offer you a good deal.

Why did you say no?

You never knew anything about commerce.

Say yes! It’s good for you.

A good deal!

Good deal! What’s good about it?

After all, there are things that are more important than profit.

I’m not selling grain to a German. I’m not!

What if there is another famine? What then?

Don’t you read newspapers?

Of course you don’t. I suppose you don’t have them there.

How funny! Piotr always knew how to make me laugh.

Zinaida, you don’t understand the situation.

You don’t know what’s going on. I’ll explain to you.

The Chancellor is in a very precarious situation.

He can easily lose his position.

Maybe even this year. And what then?

Then they’ll break the treaty with Russia.

It’s true. He’s not much loved in Germany right now.

But what makes you think

the treaty will be broken, though?

God, when she starts talking politics...

Piotr, you have to augment your capital!

I don’t care about the rest.

Augment my capital, augment my capital, augment, augment!

How much longer?

I’m a patriot, after all.

Through and through!

It’s my credo.

No Sveshnikov or your nephew can change this.

That’s where I stand!

You know what?

Vitaliy asked Glafira to say I had killed you.

What?

What did she say? Did she say something?

She fainted.

I’ve never seen anything like this before.

What?

All right.

Where is she? Here?

In the corner?

Zizi! Zizi!

My darling, my love!

Just a minute. One minute!

I’m here, Zizi! I’m coming!

What are you doing?

Spitting water!

Marya Timofeyevna is having a nap.

We will be quiet.

We will. Come on, go.

Uncle!

She isn’t there.

Tell me more about this Sveshnikov.

Who is he?

We are all shareholders in a company selling grain.

I inherited my share from Zizi.

Don’t you think it strange

that Zinaida Petrovna’s nephew accuses you now,

when you two have had a falling out?

I didn’t think about that.

Maybe you should.

Maybe.

I do rounds of the house

to see if the tenant need something

and, of course, to remind about the payment.

So five days ago Glafira approached me to say,

“I’m not going to pay you, Pavel Mefodyevich,

because I’m moving out.”

Thank you. It’s very important.

That’s what I thought, too,

so I came to you.

At first I was sorry to hear that,

because she never gave me any trouble

and always paid on time.

Still, I wished her luck at the new place

and even placed an advertisement

to find a new tenant.

And then she killed herself.

Yes, I saw your advertisement.

Where was she going?

Well, that’s obvious, your nobleness.

Kovrigin the merchant was visiting her.

His store wasn’t bringing any money,

so he decided to close it and leave.

And take Glafira with him.

I heard she had doubts whether she should go with her.

She had probably made up her mind.

Yes. Thank you.

You’ve been very helpful. Goodbye.

Good morning.

Anything for me?

Hello, Anton Andreyevich. Any news?

There is something.

You know, I don’t like this merchant Kovrigin.

I think he had told me a bunch of lies.

Call him here and interrogate.

His store is strange. Why did he open it in our town?

It’s bringing no money.

Selling firewood in the forest would be less crazy.

I thought you said he was selling spices.

Chinese spices.

China is at war with Japan,

so the goods have to be delivered via bypass routes,

which takes a lot of time.

They are trying to establish their predominance in Korea.

Have you made inquiries about his business?

I have, and I was told confidentially

that Kovrigin is head over ears in debt.

Really?

Twenty thousand. Unimaginable!

But there is more.

His promissory notes have been bought up.

- By whom? - This is what we need to find out.

Look at this! I can’t enter my own house.

Yes.

I’m sorry I lashed out last time.

I was out of line. Don’t be angry at me.

How is your case going on?

I’m waiting for Mr. Shtolman to find the real killer.

That’s the only thing that can save me.

Let’s hope for the best.

Piotr, I don’t think you are able to commit murder in cold blood...

or in any other way.

Thank you.

I’m sorry, too.

I also was way out of line.

Everyone has the right to live the life they want.

Tell me, are you happy with Liza?

Yes, very happy.

I’m grateful for this gift of fate in my old age.

It’s as if I was born again.

Every new day is like a miracle.

I’m glad to hear that,

but what stopped you from loving Liza

without leaving your family?

I know you don’t have a lot of experience in such things,

but you could have asked me.

I wouldn’t have left you hanging.

You know I can’t have a secret affair.

Secret affair... What’s so bad about it?

At least nobody suffers. And this...

Are you going to ask for a divorce?

Of course. With time, obviously.

A divorce is a long and tedious affair,

and, more importantly, a dirty one.

So for the near future everything will stay as it is.

At least I’m not the only man

in Russia in this situation.

What is this paper, Makar?

Don’t you see? A cable.

A cable. “28 or 29 poods.”

What do you send to St. Petersburg by poods?

Spices? Cloves or cinnamon?

No, it’s not spices.

It’s a different business. Mine.

I know what kind of business it is.

My Glafira was hanged on the night of the 29th.

Did you do it?

How would I? I spent all night working at the store.

You liar!

You went out for a whole hour.

All right, Makar, get dressed.

We’re going to the police.

Stay where you are! I’ll kill you!

- Hello. - Hello.

Are you waiting for me?

I know which way you usually come from.

Are you tired?

Or is it sad thoughts that are bothering you?

Why?

Has your uncle brought himself to saying

where he was on the night of the murder?

Will you bring yourself

to talking about something but the case?

Of course. I...

Yakov Platonovich.

Yakov Platonovich.

Good day, Anna Viktorovna.

- Hello. - Hello, Anton Andreyevich.

I have found out something.

A little bird told me that this merchant Kovrigin

often acts as a cover for another person, a Mr. Sveshnikov.

- Sveshnikov? - Yes.

It’s my uncle’s other companion.

Who is the other one?

Golovliov.

I think these spices are only a front

for some dubious business.

Spices, not gold.

That’s what she meant.

- God bless you. - Thanks.

Let’s visit Mr. Kovrigin.

Yakov Platonovich, let’s go.

Yakov Platonovich.

Yakov Platonovich.

We’ll talk later, Anna Viktorovna.

God, not again.

Your bad timing is unfailing.

I don’t understand you, Yakov Platonovich.

Of course, it’s more pleasant to have conversations

with Anna Viktorovna than do your duty, isn’t it?

Police! Open up!

God bless you.

Anna Viktorovna, you can’t be here.

It might be dangerous.

First of all, it’s about my uncle.

I’ll do all I can to save him.

Secondly, I think this is a good time for us to talk.

All right.

Anton Andreyevich.

Take care of this.

What was it you wanted to talk about?

He is in the second floor.

There must be a back door.

Anna Viktorovna, wait here.

I’m begging you.

Kovrigin.

Makar.

- Who is he? - Kovrigin’s manager.

That’s spices for you.

Here. This was found in Makar’s room.

So he killed him first and then took the money.

Yes. Shall we send the bodies to Dr. Milts?

Where else?

Now I see.

But I still hope for some explanation.

Are you doing it again?

God, what’s wrong with our Zatonsk?

Murder after murder. Today we have two.

Just when I was going to have lunch.

Go, doctor. They aren’t going anywhere.

Go have your lunch.

Thank you for letting me go.

I’ll be there in an hour.

Gentlemen. It’s time we talked.

Anna Viktorovna, what’s going on here?

Have you ever seen spirits fight?

No, thank God.

God. Oh Lord.

They’ve trashed the entire room.

Are you okay?

They were talking about some cable

they had found at the store.

Where have you been so long?

I missed you.

And your dinner is waiting.

Wow!

Lamb chops!

And the borsch!

- Your favorites. - I’m the happiest person in the world.

What did I do to deserve it?

You are the best of all people!

- How did it go with your brother? - My brother?

He tried to lecture me, as usual,

but it’s just who he is.

There is a lot of good in him, though.

I’d like him to come visit some time.

If you don’t mind, of course.

No, not at all.

I would be happy to meet him properly.

But when? Aren’t we leaving soon?

Yes.

Your passport will be ready in a few days,

and we’ll go to Nice.

Oh my God! Will I finally see the sea?

Of course, my angel. God, you’re such a child.

This trip is like a miracle to me.

There are more miracles coming.

Now, let’s eat.

Here’s the cable. It was found on the floor.

Shall we bring him in?

Bring him in.

You’re crossing all lines.

I can assure you, you will answer for this.

I will gladly do that.

And you will answer for being an accomplice to murder.

What the hell are you talking about?

Nikolay Vasilyevich, the case is solved.

Shall I report?

Report.

Anton Andreyevich, why don’t you do the honors?

Gladly.

So, there is this big commercial company

in St. Petersburg,

of which Piotr Ivanovich Mironov is the biggest shareholder.

A smaller share

belongs to first-guild merchant Sveshnikov,

and another, tiny share - to you, Mr. Golovliov.

I don’t understand what it has to do with anything.

My aunt was killed.

You overtook the case and are playing for time.

I do, because time is the best advisor.

As you know, Nikolay Vasilyevich,

Germany and Russia have signed

a trade agreement on supplying grain.

Messrs. Sveshnikov and Golovliov

decided it was high time

to get huge profit.

Surplus profit.

However, they forgot that the winds don’t always blow

in the directions their ship need.

Their friend and partner Mr. Mironov

decided he was against this deal.

Is that right?

You have a great imagination, young man. Congratulations.

Thank you.

Another businessman might give up,

but not you, Mr. Golovliov,

and not your partner Sveshnikov,

because you know a fried chicken won’t just jump into your mouths.

You decided to get rid of an obstinate companion

standing between you

and the profit you craved.

Why would you want to have an obstinate companion?

You set him up as a suspect

in the murder of his own wife.

For this, Mr. Golovliov comes to Zatonsk

and tries to make Glafira Karmanova testify against Mironov.

However, she refuses.

Moreover,

she sends Mr. Mironov a letter

to warn him against Mr. Golovliov’s scheme.

This letter.

You have destroyed a copy.

This is the original.

Glafira’s refusal didn’t stop the malefactors.

They killed her

and made sure the suspicion would fall on Mr. Mironov.

Here is where merchant Kovrigin comes in,

Glafira’s beau

whose debts were bought out by Sveshnikov,

the third partner.

However, Kovrigin actually fell in love

with Glafira and refused to kill her.

They were going to leave the town together.

- Why didn’t they? - They didn’t get a chance.

They had no idea the conspirators

would bribe Kovrigin’s manager Makar.

The latter killed Glafira

after receiving a message by cable.

Here it is.

“I agree to 28 or 29 poods.

No more and no less.”

What poods?

There are no poods.

The message says

that Glafira had to be killed

on the night between August 28 and 29,

when Mr. Makarov would arrive here.

Unfortunately for Makar, Kovrigin found the cable

and figured it out.

First he killed him

and then tried to kill you.

Gentlemen, I don’t understand your fancy words.

What am I accused of?

Sit down.

A cable from St. Petersburg, sir.

I knew it!

I believed and was certain

that everything will end well.

However, you can’t imagine... Here.

What I have gone through in these two days.

It was an unusual experience, though.

Why don’t you write about it?

No, Marya Timofeyevna,

I’ll leave the literary work to you.

Cheers!

Mr. Shtolman and Mr. Korobeynikov are here.

Show them in.

Uncle. Don’t forget to thank them.

Yakov Platonovich fought for you like a lion.

I’m glad to see you, gentlemen.

Would you do me the honor to have a drink with us...

not as much to your success

as for my miraculous escape.

Piotr Ivanovich?

Which I, of course, owe to you.

Domna, bring the glasses.

Is something wrong?

What happened, Yakov Platonovich?

Is it for me?

Your glasses.

“Close the investigation

of Mrs. Golovliova’s murder.

Don’t prevent Mr. Golovliov

from returning to St. Petersburg.

The Minister of Internal Affairs Durnovo.”

What?

The villains will get away with it?

Alas, we are powerless.

Looks like they have friends in high places.

Our empire’s problem is the fact

that powers that be

don’t hesitate to break the laws they want others to obey.

Enough, gentlemen. I don’t see a reason to be sad.

After all, the first line in the cable is what matters the most.

Isn’t it?

Anton Andreyevich,

you and I haven’t played music for a while.

That’s a great idea.

Great idea. To the grand piano!

You’ll have to excuse me.

I’ll go get some fresh air, stretch my legs.

Stretch your legs?

What about the foundations of the state?

Annette,

the foundations are deep enough.

They’ll stand.

He’s incorrigible.

FIVE SPICES