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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 ANDREY MARMONTOV

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY - ALEKSANDR ALIOSHNIKOV

MUSIC BY ANTON SILAYEV

PRODUCERS - NIKITA SHUMAKOV, VITALIY BORDACHIOV

ANNA PAVLOVSKAYA, PAVEL BABIN, VLAD RIASHIN

DETECTIVE ANNA SEASON 2

Neck vertebrae fracture.

EPISODE 22 THE LAST VICTIM

Tell me, ma'am, what happened?

Why did you fall out of the window?

Were you pushed?

No.

I jumped.

Why?

What was your reason?

The soup.

Meatball soup.

It's...

as if throwing something in the water.

I don't understand you.

Punishment.

For my sin.

Second death.

Her husband is here at the hospital, I need to talk to him urgently.

How is Anton Andreevich?

Bad.

- Anna Viktorovna, I've never asked you... - Don't.

You don't need to ask me, I'll do everything in my power.

More camphor! Give him more camphor!

Open... open the window...

Polina, I need to talk to you.

Polina, listen to me.

Ma'am, he needs your blood.

Priest... call a priest.

Yes, of course, don't worry.

Aleksandr Frantzevich, I'm ready.

She was calm. Completely calm.

And then, all of a sudden...

Did she see anybody today?

No, she took a walk in the park at midday, came back an hour later.

- And in the recent days? - I don't know.

I was at work.

You should question the housekeeper cook,

although we only hired her yesterday.

Your wife changed the maid?

God, what difference does it make?

A big one, possibly, if we are to determine

the cause of her murder.

Let's go.

Ghost of Lidiya Milyutina, come to me.

Ghost of Lidiya...

Polina?

I've been looking for you.

A priest is attending to Anton Andreevich.

Who is that?

The second victim.

Jumped out of the window when she was served soup with meatballs.

Time bomb.

He hypnotized some people

so that when they saw a certain item or heard a certain word,

they would perform a certain action

without thinking.

Suicide?

Or murdering someone else.

You know, sometimes I wake up in cold sweat and think...

What if Krutin has put a bomb like that in me, too?

Don't think about it.

- Anton Andreevich, he's... - Polina.

Everything will be fine.

Yes, the doctor said there's hope, too.

All right, you need to talk to her alone, I'll leave you two.

I haven't a clue where she got to.

M'lord and m'lady sat down to have dinner, and she was baking a cherry pie.

And when m'lady...

Please, continue.

I went to the kitchen, and she's not there, the cook...

The scoundrel, took advantage of our tragedy...

Robbed the house.

I'm more than sure that all the things are in their places.

I think her mission here was different.

What was it?

Meatball soup.

Tell me, did Lidiya study or practice hypnosis,

or perhaps she was treated with it?

No, no, no. Why would she do this?

She was in perfect health.

She didn't take any treatment herself.

But she took Vasya to some medicine man a month ago.

He gets sick often, sir.

What medicine man? Where?

I don't know. She never said.

Ghost of Lidiya Milyutina, come to me.

Ghost of Lidiya Milyutina, come to me.

What happened?

Why did you jump out of the window?

Hypnosis...

You said something about sin, and punishment for it.

Mademoiselle Polonskaya?

She's still alive?

Tell me, do you remember Mom taking you to the doctor?

Vasya,

answer the man, don't be afraid.

Yes, I remember. He was a good man, kind.

Could you describe him to me? What he looked like?

I don't know, he always wore a mask.

How did he treat you?

He didn't. I slept while he talked with Mom.

Dad, when is Mom coming back?

Poor child, what's going to happen to him now?

As if he wasn't scared enough three days ago

when they brought his present.

What present?

A present was sent to her, three days ago.

Lidiya Sergeevna was happy at first,

thought it was a surprise from her husband.

But when she opened the box,

she screamed as if she was stabbed...

Vasta was playing on the carpet over there.

He got scared and cried.

What was the present?

A traveling bag.

Mironova? Anna?

Veronika Matveevna, hello!

You remember me?

I remember all my girls.

So good of you to come visit with me.

You've blossomed, gotten prettier.

Married?

No.

Well, to hell with boys,

they're unbearable at any age.

Let's come inside.

Come on in.

Forgive me, but I'm taking the traveling bag.

I don't suppose the sender left a return address or a gift card?

No, sir, there was nothing.

Help yourself to the pastries, my girl.

Veronika Matveevna, I really don't have the time.

And I really need your help.

Do you remember Lida Milyutina well?

I do.

How could I forget her?

Lida had some kind of secret.

Please, tell me about it.

Would youy like it

if I told somebody about your secret?

Well, you can't harm Lidiya. She's not with us anymore.

But you could save another person's life.

I was almost dismissed

from the gymnasium because of Lida.

One day,

I stayed up late with the paperwork.

And when I came out of the classroom,

as I passed the chemistry laboratory...

I heard some voices from behind the door.

You promised me!

Valentin Viktorovich,

what is the meaning of this?

Well, Veronika Matveevna,

Mademoiselle Milyutina is failing chemistry badly.

I'm forced to tutor her personally.

So it was Mitrofanov, the chemistry teacher?

Yes.

Now, he's the headmaster of the gymnasium.

I came to see him the next day.

I had no doubt about what I had seen.

But of course, he assured me that I was seeing things.

So then I decided to speak with Lidiya.

I had noticed a long time before then that she was upset, melancholy...

But she too assured me that Mitrofanov was helping her with homework.

But you could see in her face

that she was lying and very afraid.

So what did you do?

I wrote the investigator a letter.

He ignored it, of course.

But he did let Mitrofanov know.

And he threatened me with termination

if I didn't shut my mouth.

Strange...

I remember him.

He seemed like such a nice man to me.

And then I heard rumors

that Lida wasn't his only victim.

He chose a favorite in almost every graduation class.

Why did they stay silent?

My sweet...

A perverted adult man

will always be able to bend a young girl to his will,

and even convince her it's her own fault.

And if it comes to light, it's always the woman who is shamed.

I really hope that this will change soon.

Not in my lifetime.

Gentlemen, good timing!

Look whom I brought with me.

It was hard to convince Andrey Petrovich

to visit with us... with you.

Us.

I'm always happy to see you.

Please, come visit with us.

I would be happy to.

Rebushinskiy.

Greetings, Pyotr Ivanovich.

Mr Klyuev, my regards.

Hello, Aleksey Yegorovich.

What's the occasion for the champagne?

Why, do we need a special occasion for it?

- My dear. - Yes?

Bring us some champagne, my dear, bring it.

With your permission, Mariya Timofeevna?

Why, I insist.

You simply must drink a toast to my success.

What success?

Although, let me try to guess...

Another remarkable article in The Zatonsk Telegraph?

Am I correct?

No.

Higher, Pyotr Ivanovich.

Next month, the first chapter of Mariya Timofeevna's novel...

will be published in The Herald of Europe.

My congratulations.

I can see you're stunned.

Mariya Timofeevna, I...

Of course, I never doubted

that you're a woman of boundless talent...

But could never imagine

you would soar this high.

So let us toast to...

What's the title?

- "Passion"... - "Passion".

And Shame.

And Shame!

Will Anna Viktorovna be joining us?

She's at her hospital, as always.

Sent me a note saying that she'll be back in the morning.

You see, Andrey Petrovich?

Even my niece is working.

Everyone around us is working,

only you and I are doing nothing.

Pyotr Ivanovich and I had a long conversation today.

Quite.

Looking for something to busy yourself, gentlemen?

I understand.

It's very in vogue these days.

Pyotr Ivanovich, you could publish Mariya Timofeevna's novel.

I promise, it'll shatter the earth.

What's the matter, Pyotr Ivanovich?

I've just had a good thought, I'm afraid I'll forget it.

Please excuse me, I need to write it down.

Yes.

The brand fits.

And the model looks similar.

What does it all mean?

That Lidiya Milyutina was possibly your Luka's mother.

He kept her photograph as a maiden among his things.

Some mother!

Throwing a newborn out into the river!

She took her time deciding to punish herself.

You said that it was a man throwing the bag into the river.

Yes, most likely.

But I'll repeat that I only saw his silhouette.

Yakov Platonovich, I've been to see Mademoiselle Polonskaya,

she was the schoolmistress at the gymnasium

at the time Lidiya studied there.

I dare not keep you, Mr Linkov.

Yes.

Happy to have helped you.

So speak.

When Lidiya was in her graduation year,

the chemistry teacher seduced her a certain Mitrofanov.

And most curiously, he's the headmaster of the women's gymnasium.

It all finally fits. Krutin's victims are not chosen randomly.

They're all connected.

First he made Luka kill himself,

and then his mother.

Mother?

Lidiya was Luka's mother...

I have no doubt of that.

When the child was born,

she decided to get rid of the baby,

and Luka was found by Linkov,

head of the Zatonsk beggar artel.

When I was a little girl, I admired Lidiya.

She was so beautiful, so slender...

She was afraid the appearance of the child would ruin her life.

You know, Yakov Platonovich...

If Mitrofanov is Luka's father...

then he is the last victim.

Chernyshov!

Sir, yes, sir.

Get me the address of the headmaster of the women's gymnasium.

- Quickly. - On it.

Yakov Platonovich, I'll come with you.

That is out of the question.

Go back to the hospital, I'll find you there.

Well, how did you like Aleksey Yegorovich?

Never mind Aleksey Yegorovich.

Mariya Timofeevna, tell me...

Your heroine, she is a woman who...

Dresses well, isn't she?

She uses powders, fragrances?

Well, of course.

- Her style is everyone's envy. - There!

What perfume does she use?

- What perfume? - What perfume.

I've never thought about that...

French ones, naturally.

What if she adores Wild Orchid?

- Wild Orchid? - Wild Orchid.

Excuse me, is that the embarrassment manufactured

at your perfume factory?

Yes.

I mean...

The director wants to close it down, in fact.

But kicking those people into the street...

would be a shame.

Mariya Timofeevna, that's not what we're talking about.

Let's suppose that the heroine of your novel likes Wild Orchid.

- Never. - Wait, not that one!

I mean, not this one.

Another one, whose formula was bought from the best perfumers.

I don't understand.

I improve Wild Orchid.

The first batch arrives at stores exactly

when your novel is published.

And the heroine likes Wild Orchid.

And? What follows out of it?

Mariya Timofeevna,

what follows is all the ladies

buy Wild Orchid.

My God, you're a genius!

And you receive a percentage

from every bottle sold.

What do you say?

I love it.

Henry. Henry, don't slurp.

Henry!

Who are you?

What's the matter, why do you barge into my house?

Shtolman, Court Investigator.

Excuse me, but I need to see Mr Mitrofanov urgently.

He's not here yet. He's still at work at the gymnasium.

- When did he say he would be back? - 10 o'clock.

You stay here in case I miss the lady's husband.

- My regards. - For what reason?

What is the meaning of all this?

He is in lethal danger.

Chernyshov.

Don't be so surly, do what I say and everything will be well.

- I'm busy. - Open up, police.

Shtolman, Court Investigator.

To what do I owe such a late visit, Mr Shtolman?

I wanted to talk man to man.

You may go, Mademoiselle Belova,

but keep in mind that our conversation is not over.

- Wait outside. - Yes sir.

Please.

I've just been to your house, you have wonderful children.

Especially daughters.

Yes, that is so.

I think the world of them.

If I had a daughter and somebody had a mind to take her innocence,

I would strangle him with my own hands.

Wouldn't you?

I would.

Can you imagine a more despicable crime?

I'm glad we see it the same way.

I'm listening.

Do you remember this girl?

Stay where you are, Mr Shtolman.

First I have to tell you everything.

First?

Everything must go according to plan.

The time bomb...

Strange...

I feel like all this has already happened to me.

Give me the pistol, Mr Mitrofanov.

Then you won't find out what you have come here for.

You must listen to me.

I'm listening to you.

Put the pistol on the desk.

- It could kill him. - He's dying anyway.

How much time do we have?

I don't know. I think we have around two hours.

By the way, are you familiar with Blundell's method?

Only theoretically.

Then you will assist me.

Aleksand Frantzevich, I beg you, don't do this.

Shtolman is looking for the antidote.

Anna Viktorovna, I'm a doctor.

I have no right to sit idly waiting

for a miraculous salvation, do you see?

Then I think we should ask Anton Andreevich himself.

I suppose you're right. Go and ask him.

Of course.

Of course I recognize Lida Milyutina!

You know,

every woman over 20 has a light scent of death.

That is why I like the young ones.

It's bigger than me.

Your position gives you an advantage.

What man in his right mind

wouldn't make use of it?

But I have always been gentle and patient with them.

Stop it. You forced them.

Perhaps.

Sometimes.

Just a little bit, but I've always been careful.

I haven't harmed any of them...

if you get my meaning.

With Lida Milyutina it went differently, right?

You're right.

However, I didn't abandon her in a time of need.

I arranged for the birth to happen in secret while I waited in the next room.

That's why I told her the child was dead.

I put it in a traveling bag in front of her and carried it away.

It was best for everyone.

He really was kind of weak and blue...

and almost didn't cry.

But it was your son.

I will admit, it weighed heavily on me at times.

You mentioned my daughters...

Do you think I haven't woken up in cold sweat,

thinking about how some bastard could do the same thing with them?

I suffered, I was almost ill, but...

he helped me.

How?

He told me I was innocent.

That I had no choice.

You are perfectly aware that's a lie.

There is always a choice between good and evil.

That strange feeling again...

He warned me that you would say something like that.

But you're wrong,

and soon you'll know why.

Wait!

You haven't told me everything.

Try to stop me.

Mr Shtolman,

once you found out who I am and what I did...

Save me...

...and kill your friend.

There's a choice for you.

4...

2...

1...

Sometimes it saves the patient's life,

sometimes it doesn't.

And what decides that, we don't know yet.

Saves even...

in a situation like mine?

Yes.

Well, better...

better a dubious remedy than none...

I agree.

I shall notify Aleksandr Frantzevich.

Yakov Platonovich, what is it?

Mitrofanov is dead.

Shot himself.

Doctor! Aleksandr Frantzevich!

We need to perform an autopsy.

Immediately.

You see, I don't have time.

- Or rather, Korobeynikov doesn't. - I'm begging you.

Doctor, Anton Andreevich's life may depend on it.

I don't think we can save him anymore,

we have one chance, and even that is distant.

So I will act the way my duty as a doctor demands.

And let the dead bury their own dead.

Excuse me.

Just please, Yakov Platonovich,

say nothing and don't ask me any questions.

Ghost of Mitrofanov, come to me.

Ghost of Mitrofanov, I order you to come to me.

You can atone for your sins

and save someone else's life.

Yakov Platonovich!

4...

2...

1...

4...

2...

1...

Yakov Platonovich! Yakov Platonovich!

Are you all right?

Yes? 4, 2, 1.

Do these numbers mean anything to you?

That's what Mitrofanov said one second before shooting his revolver.

What do these numbers mean?

Damn it!

Chemistry laboratory.

There, on the second floor,

at the women's gymnasium.

4 is the locker number, 2 is the shelf number,

1 is... is the row.

Hurry, Yakov Platonovich, hurry.

There's the laboratory.

The door is strong, covered with iron on the other side.

Good thing, too, they keep chemicals in there.

Unlock it, unlock it, don't dawdle.

Thank you.

What kind of joke is this?

Healthy blood will replace

the infected blood.

And you, Anton Andreevich,

will get better, of course.

That is, of course, unless hemolysis happens

and the donor's blood coagulates.

- In that case... - I get you, Doctor.

- Is Pelageya Ivanovna in any danger? - Not at all.

Aleksandr Frantzevich.

Anna Viktorovna, it's so good that you've come.

Come on in, you'll help me conduct the hemotransfusion.

Please wait.

I'm begging you, just wait a little bit longer.

Anna Viktorovna, please understand, we really don't have time.

I'm begging you.

Give us just a quarter-hour.

Open up right now!

You turned out to be a strong opponent, Mr Shtolman.

We've had quite a game.

I know who you are.

Why did you start all this?

Boredom.

Open up. Open up!

You need me.

Korobeynikov has nothing to do with it, he doesn't have to die.

But you did allow the poor Mitrofanov to die.

"Poor"?

He molested innocent girls and drowned his own child.

Everyone is guilty of something.

Luka the beggar wanted to kill his unborn child.

Lidiya ruined her son's life out of fear.

If only even one of them made the right choice.

Who are you to judge everybody else?

Open up!

You are just like me, Mr Shtolman.

You pretend that you serve the law.

But really, you are led by your own fancies.

Open up!

Do you not have things to hide?

Is there nothing you are guilty of?

Believe me, death is the best thing that could happen to any of us.

But you still have a chance to save Mr Korobeynikov.

- Goodbye, and remember: I'm close. - Wait.

Wait, we're not done talking! What do you want?

No!

Do not make me use force.

Aleksandr Frantzevich,

I've never argued with you,

but now, I'm begging you.

Wait!

Here's the antidote.

Yakov Platonovich!

Anna Viktorovna, be advised:

from this minute,

you are responsible for Anton Andreevich's life.

Suicide...

But how?

Why?

You were there!

Could you have stopped him?

Unfortunately, there was no time. Your husband grabbed his revolver, and...

Ma'am, has your husband ever gone

to St Petersburg to see a certain healer?

Yes.

Last year.

He had a nervous disorder,

it was very successfully cured with hypnosis.

Why are you asking me?

Last year, there were...

several strange suicides among people

who had been treated with hypnosis.

How did you know that my husband...

was treated in that particular way?

He never told anybody but me.

If it became known that he suffered from a nervous condition,

he could have problems with his reputation.

His name was found in the filing cabinet of a certain St Petersburg doctor.

Nothing is sacred to those doctors.

Is he under arrest?

Not yet, but St Petersburg police is looking for him.

Nobody is going to be responsible for my husband's death, that's unfair!

He was such a wonderful man...

I share your indignation...

and offer my condolences.

- Ivan Yevgenyevich. - Aleksandr Frantzevich.

Glad to see you.

I've been meaning to ask you, how are you settling in?

Thank you.

The apartment is lovely,

but I didn't sleep well: bedbugs pestered me.

What did you expect?

Bedbugs are innately Russian.

Where would Russia be without bedbugs?

That's all right, I'll exterminate them.

You know, old boy, let me bet on the bedbugs here.

What a heap of money.

I've never held this much in my hands.

This is more than enough for a few years of peaceful life.

If you don't throw it about, of course.

But what then?

I don't know how to do anything.

You're young. You'll learn a trade.

With a fortune like this, I could go back to the village.

There'll be no end to suitors, too!

They won't even care I got a gut.

You could do that, too.

But please, choose a kind one

who won't hurt your child.

Thank you so much for setting me straight, lady.

I won't never forget it.

I'm throwing myself at your feet.

Thanks.

No.

I can't.

Why should I breed this poverty?

What good can come to my baby?

So he'll toil on other people's land in the village,

or break his back at some factory.

It don't make any difference, he'll just drink himself to death.

Natasha, don't say that.

Listen to me.

I can feel the world changing so quickly.

You can't even imagine the kind of life that's coming in 10, in 5 years...

Life will be completely different.

Who knows if it's going to be better than before?

Cheer up, Yakov Platonovich,

we'll catch your villain, no doubt about it.

There's two of us now, isn't there?

As Plautus said,

"One man can never be truly wise."

I must say that even on one's deathbed,

pleasant moments to occasionally happen.

- Like what? - Anton Andreevich!

You gave me a right scare, my dear man.

You had me quite worried.

Hello, Yakov Platonovich.

- Good afternoon, Nikolay Vasilyevich. - Well, oysters, huh?

Oysters.

Yes, yes, oysters...

I never imagined you liked them so much.

I never imagined either, but...

something possessed me to try that exotic delicacy.

How did they even get to our Zatonsk?

Simplex cibus est saluberrimus, as they say.

That is, the simplest food is the healthiest.

Yakov Platonovich,

I would like to read a report

about yesterday's events.

Give me some time and it'll be ready by morning.

Of course, of course.

And still, do you see any connection

between the glutton beggar and the suicides of Mrs Milyutina

and the headmaster?

None whatsoever. I apologize for making the officers run around in vain.

That's all right, it's good for them.

If you'll excuse me, I'm so exhausted I'm about to drop.

Of course, go get some rest.

All the best, gentlemen.

You were right after all, Anton Andreevich,

when you said last spring

that Shtolman had come to Zatonsk for a reason.

Really?

Have you managed to find something out?

He showed me a document himself.

He has been granted special authority.

The sort of authority that is given to people

on special assignments.

Whom is he searching for in our Zatonsk?

Does a state criminal really walk

around right under my nose?

Oh no, Nikolay Vasilyevich,

if there were a criminal, you would know about it, believe me.

Yes, that is exactly what worries me.

That something like that may be happening right under my nose,

and I know nothing about it.

The farce continues.

Consolamentum.

Consolamentum.

THE LAST VICTIM