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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 YEKATERINA PACHIKOVA

CHIEF WRITER - ANNA RULEVSKAYA

DIRECTED BY VITALIY BORDACHIOV

DIRECTORS OF PHOTOGRAPHY - ALEKSANDR ALIOSHNIKOV AND ANTON KOSTROMIN

MUSIC BY ANTON SILAYEV

PRODUCERS - NIKITA SHUMAKOV, VITALIY BORDACHIOV

ANNA PAVLOVSKAYA, PAVEL BABIN, VLAD RIASHIN

DETECTIVE ANNA SEASON 2

So there was an adultery.

Avdeyev’s affair with Firsanov’s wife

had started before Firsanov’s death.

Yes, but they both say it was platonic,

EPISODE 26 THE LIVING CORPSE

and Mrs. Firsanova had stayed true to her husband.

Do you believe her?

Even if it’s true,

they could have wanted Firsanov dead.

Maybe, but we can’t arrest them for wanting it.

Both have solid alibies for the time of the suicide,

and driving a person to suicide is a subtle matter

and is hard to prove.

I’m more worried about our one-eyed body.

This one was definitely killed.

Thank God, Countess Gorina isn’t worried about him.

Mr. Shtolman will come back in a week.

Yes.

Then we’ll find out the news.

Yakov Platonovich?

Why are you back so soon?

The investigation can’t wait, Nikolay Vasilyevich.

- Can I give you a report? - Please do.

Mr. Gluck had two clients from Zatonsk. One of them is General Shuvalov.

But he died six months ago.

I was at the funeral.

It was him in the coffin.

- Did he have a prosthetic eye? - What?

A prosthetic?

How do I know?

People are buried with their eyes closed, Anton Andreyevich.

Right. I’ll go to his widow and find out.

Who is the other person?

A man called Yuryev, 35.

He was very upset about his disability

but was apparently very happy with his new eye.

We’ll be looking for this Yuryev

until cows come home.

Well, gentlemen,

get to work.

I believe in you.

Who shot at him?

He did.

Older boys at school were bullying him,

and he took his father’s rifle.

God, Sasha, what have you done?

Anna Viktorovna, do you have good news?

No vital organs were hurt,

but we need to extract the pellets.

Madame, who taught your boy to shoot so badly?

Ivan Yevgenyevich, call the orderlies.

We need to get the boy to the surgery room.

Are you going to operate yourself?

Yes. It isn’t a complicated surgery.

Fool!

He takes after you.

Sergey Aleksandrovich, God rest his soul, couldn’t get used to his prosthetic eye.

He said it was rubbing his socket sore.

I believe he just liked to wear an eye patch

like field marshal Kutuzov.

Did you keep the prosthetic?

No, why would I?

I gave it to a beggar six months after my husband’s death.

It didn’t match his natural eye color,

but it didn’t matter.

Thank you.

He was so happy

he kissed it and started to cry.

Thank you.

You’ve been a great help.

Where are you taking it, you idiot? That way!

Yes, sir.

WAREHOUSE

I’m sorry I couldn’t help you,

your nobleness.

All right.

Idiot.

As you can see, both my eyes are intact.

But if these scoundrels steal something from the store,

my master might change this state of affairs.

Come back then.

Are you done?

Yes.

I saw you in a new light today, Anna Viktorovna.

What do you mean?

You are harsh.

The boy was screaming blue murder,

and the nurses were crying.

But your eyes are dry,

and your hand never faltered.

It’s a compliment.

Harshness is necessary in our line of work.

To save a patient,

sometimes you need to make him suffer first.

I must say I like you more when you’re like this.

Your nobleness, why would I want a glass eye?

I still have both of my own.

I can see that. I’m not blind.

Thank you, my friend.

Your nobleness.

One minute.

I knew this card sharper with a glass eye.

- What’s his name? - Vissarion.

Do you know if he is alive?

I think he is. He comes to the local pub every night.

Don’t play cards with him, though. He will rob you.

Thank you, my friend.

What are you doing, Uncle?

Annette, I’m conducting an experiment.

I’m developing monocular sight.

I’ve been studying this phenomenon all day.

The great Leonardo Da Vinci had it.

Look.

Do you see it?

How the foreground is detailed

and the background blurred.

Well?

If I’m not mistaken, this is called perspective,

and Leonardo was the one who invented it.

Not exactly.

Maybe the great master discovered it

due to his monocular sight.

By some accounts, Leonardo was...

he had a lazy eye.

One of his eyes looked straight ahead, and the other...

Like this.

Like this.

Let me explain.

Look here and then at this statue.

Wait. Now do it like this.

Back and forth, back and forth.

Yes, the background really looks blurred.

Exactly. Blurred.

Well?

So that’s how you should look

for your one-eyed artist.

- Genius. - See?

Good night.

I’m glad I was able to cheer you up, Annette.

Don’t you try to get me into this, my dear sir.

I got this eye in an honest way.

In an honest way? Good.

Whom did you win it from?

There was this cripple.

I saw his eye at once, and I wanted to buy it,

but he wouldn’t sell.

So I had to use my method.

I’ve heard about your method: robbing people blind.

Why rob them?

You think too low of me, your nobleness.

We started small,

and then he got agitated and bet his eye.

I didn’t force him.

So you say you won it in an honest game.

I swear on the cross.

Why don’t we play a round?

Your nobleness?

What do you say?

No, thank you.

I’m out of luck.

Anton Andreyevich is here.

Anton Andreyevich?

Anna Viktorovna, I received your note.

I’m glad to see you in good health.

Coffee?

- Yes, thank you. - Domna.

Just a minute, Miss.

Studying painting?

Trying to find your one-eyed dead man.

In a picture?

I think he was a painter.

He was wearing a blouse stained with paint.

Artists usually wear them.

I don’t know who he was, but his name was Yuryev.

And believe me, we have questioned all the Yuryevs who are alive

and relatives of all the dead Yuryevs.

Nothing.

It could be an assumed name.

A pseudonym.

A pseudonym?

For example, Leonardo Da Vinci’s last name only means

that he was born in a small town, a village called Vinci.

I didn’t know that.

Now we only have to find out

if there is a town called Yuryev in Russia.

Yes, sir. In the Vladimir gubernia.

My brother-in-law is from there.

Look at this estate!

It’s very close to Zatonsk. Just a short ride away.

I didn’t know we had company. Hello...

Anton Andreyevich.

Uncle, we found him.

Whom?

Our artist, Yuryev.

Gleb Solomin,

born in 1859

in Yuryev, Vladimir gubernia.

A year ago, he moved into an estate near Zatonsk.

Yes. Yuryev is his pseudonym.

Solomin!

He is a very fashionable artist.

Firstly, he is alive.

Secondly, his eyesight is unaffected.

Hello, my friend.

Is this Mr. Solomin’s house?

It is. My master isn’t at home, though.

What a shame. When do you expect him back?

Hello? I’m Gleb Gerasimovich’s wife.

I’m glad to meet you.

I understand you are here to look at his work.

Exactly.

I came straight from St. Petersburg

because I’m interested in painting.

I’m a collector.

Please come in.

Thank you.

- Take it. - Thank you.

What a beautiful portrait.

Yes.

Gleb painted it when we had just met.

A year and a half ago.

Ma’am,

I want to ask you something.

Have your husband ever...

Natasha, I’m told we have company.

Yes, they came to look at your works.

Hello.

Piotr Mironov, a collector.

I came here specially for this.

Excuse me, was Zinaida Golovliova...

I mean, Mironova, your wife?

She was.

I’m so happy to see you in my humble abode, Mr. Mironov.

Your late wife had perfect taste.

Thank you.

I can’t compete with Zizi’s taste.

Still, I hope you will like some of my paintings,

maybe even buy something.

You know what? Let’s start with...

Natasha.

Order to put brut on ice.

Will you introduce me?

Anna Viktorovna.

My niece.

I see.

Are you an art connoisseur, too?

I saw a few views of Paris on your catalogue.

Have you been there?

Yes, when I was younger.

I’d go to Louvre and study painting.

Thank you.

Adopting simple life, your nobleness?

What do you mean?

I don’t like expensive restaurants.

That’s right.

It’s more fun here.

Do you mind if my friend and I join you?

I believe you already have.

I was walking around the Montmartre

and met the old man Monet.

He lived there, so I’d often run into him.

So I said, “How are you?”,

and he said, “So-so, brother, so-so.”

- So-so? - So...

So-so.

Oh, this Monet!

How long have you been married?

Almost a year.

What about you?

- I’m not married. - Don’t be in a rush.

Why?

Because you marry one man and have to live

with a completely different one.

Men change after the wedding.

Has your husband changed a lot?

When Gleb was courting me,

who seemed so shy and romantic.

It took him two months to bring himself to kissing me.

When we started living together,

I saw the other side of him.

Are you happy with him?

Forget this word, my darling.

There is no such thing as happiness.

There is peace

and habit.

Excuse me, I’ll be back soon.

Gentlemen, let’s drink

to a good old mayhem for Russia.

My friend, you shouldn’t shout like this.

Zatonsk isn’t St. Petersburg, of course,

but there are ears here, too.

I don’t care.

Russian needs freedom.

The freedom of faith, the freedom of assembly,

the right to get a divorce, after all.

Say whatever you want, but divorce is a godless business.

You think God wants people to suffer?

It’s not for us to decide.

See? Obscurantism!

Do you know what people do to get rid of a bad marriage?

I heard this story in Yaroslavl.

Should I tell you?

All right. Tell me.

There was this man

whose wife fell in love with someone else.

But he was a noble man, so he went to the river,

stack his clothes on the bank, and wrote a death note.

Then he left the town and never came back.

It’s just a story.

Things like this don’t happen in real life.

Don’t spread such stories.

I talked to him myself.

He’s a good man.

An innocent soul.

He has this big beard.

In the summer he works as a seasonal worker,

and in the winter he writes a play.

Do you know where this hermit lives, by any chance?

I do.

It’s you!

And he is your brother.

Do you know

he is a criminal?

What are you doing? I didn’t do anything.

Maybe you didn’t, but this gentleman from Yaroslavl did.

It will cost him five years in jail.

You heard him, your nobleness.

You can witness it. How lucky!

Hey! My friend!

Get him!

There’s no place for you to go, sir.

Anna Viktorovna.

Oh joy!

You are with us again.

I was going to ask if you had any new works.

No. There is nothing new.

I’ve been painting less lately, you see.

Painting used to be everything to me...

because I was unhappy.

Now when I’m married

I have other pleasures in my life.

I saw a funny self-portrait in your studio,

the one with an eye patch.

I’d like to buy it.

It’s... very old.

How did you manage to find it?

Yes, I used to wear an eye patch sometimes...

to train my monocular eyesight.

It was my little secret.

It’s true.

Gleb would sometimes come to meet with me with the eye patch

and sometimes without it.

But you haven’t been wearing it lately?

I don’t do as much painting now.

But I’ll gladly sell you the portrait.

Darling, order to send more brut.

Let’s celebrate.

There is no need.

I think you’re selling someone else’s works.

Your brother was the outstanding painter.

You probably don’t know how to draw.

How dare you accuse me of this?

Yes, I have a twin brother Boris,

but I have no idea where he is now.

What?

You have a brother?

Why didn’t you tell me?

Because we had a fight

and never talked to each other since.

Your brother was missing his right eye, wasn’t he?

Yes.

He had an accident when he was a boy.

Now I’ll ask you to leave my house immediately.

No. Stay.

And I thought I was losing my mind!

There were two of you!

I loved one...

and married another!

My angel, what are you saying?

It’s impossible!

It’s possible.

You killed your brother a year ago

and threw the body in the river.

My brother was very talented.

His handicap brought his talent to a new level.

His new style made his paintings truly unique.

But Gleb was horribly impractical.

He couldn’t get a good price for his paintings

and would sell them for a song.

Then I decided to take everything upon myself.

You mean your brother painted

and you sold his paintings.

Yes.

The business was picking up.

I became known and loved by the society.

Did you act on behalf of your brother in his love affairs, too?

No, no.

Gleb was painfully shy.

On the other hand, I was a ladies’ man.

I had only to flirt with a woman once, and she’d be ready to do anything.

That’s when I sometimes send Gleb

on a date instead of myself.

So it did happen.

I see.

Hasn’t anyone ever noticed?

We came up with this eye patch story.

A fashionable painter could use such a touch of extravagance.

Why did you kill him?

We both fell in love with Natalia.

Gleb wanted to confess to her,

and I couldn’t let it happen.

Without him, I would be no one.

That’s when he decided to order a prosthetic eye from Gluck?

Yes. He was afraid his handicap would frighten Natalia away.

But you?

How could you forget about the prosthetic

when getting rid of the body?

It was my fatal mistake.

Fatal mistake.

Fatal mistake.

Incredible.

When will he be here?

I expect him to be back this evening.

I don’t have much hope that it’s Kolia.

Still, Nikolay Vasilyevich, let me thank you.

You have done so much in a short time.

No, Countess, I should thank you.

The poor man who was buried

under your brother’s name

had actually been killed.

Yes, I heard about it.

Gleb Solomin, the famous painter.

I have a few of his works.

His own brother killed him!

What is happening to this world?

What is happening, indeed?

What is happening, indeed?

Are you upset about something?

Nadezhda Aleksandrovna,

there is a duel about to happen

right under my nose,

and I still don’t know

how I can prevent the imminent murder.

I remember a similar incident

at our embassy in Rome.

Do you know what my husband did?

What did he do?

Put both duelists under arrest for a month.

Brilliant.

Do you recognize this man?

Is he the one you saw in Yaroslavl?

We want to know your name and occupation.

I don’t remember my name. I forgot.

I haven’t committed any sins. Let me go, good people.

You told him about staging your own suicide

and how it went down.

I tell people many things.

I can embellish my stories. They like it.

You mean you had invented the entire story?

Your excellence.

Nikolay!

You are mistaken, lady.

I’m not Nikolay.

Kolia.

I can see you loved this Kolia of yours.

If you did,

tell these gentlemen to let me go.

I can’t replace him.

Your Kolia is gone,

and I’m happy where I am.

Nadezhda Aleksandrovna,

do you recognize your brother?

I don’t know.

I’m not sure.

Excuse me.

You...

You have clearly...

recognized this man.

It was obvious that...

that you know him.

Yes. At first I thought it was Kolia,

but now I have my doubts.

Nikolay Vasilyevich,

let me take the suspect with me for a while?

I have to take him to a certain place.

Where?

I’m sure I have a witness

who will easily recognize Mr. Firsanov.

Come with me, please.

Druzhok! Come here.

Come here, good boy. Hello!

Well? Will you keep denying it?

Dasha!

Dasha! Dasha, what is it?

Do you confirm you heard cries on that night?

- When they caught the scoundrel? - Yes.

Yes, sir, of course I did.

All the police running around here.

No, that’s not what I mean.

Before the police appeared.

Maybe someone was being rowdy,

drinking, swearing?

Yes. I think there were drunk gentlemen outside my window.

Did these drunk gentlemen break your window

or inflicting other damage?

No, sir.

They were very loud, but there was no damage done.

The stubborn woman!

What? A trough was stolen from my fence.

I’m not sure if it was that day or the next one.

All right.

So someone had stolen your trough?

- Yes. - Well.

This is something.

All right.

Let’s put together a complaint.

Are you literate?

- No. - Not a problem.

You’ll sign with an X.

All right...

Nikolay Aleksandrovich,

do you admit you had staged your own suicide?

I did want to drown myself at first.

I couldn’t.

Then I thought why kill myself

if there is another way?

Ma’am,

did you know your husband was alive

when you married Mr. Avdeyev?

No.

I didn’t know.

How could you?

I just wanted you to be happy, don’t you understand?

Did you ask me?

Did you ask me if I wanted this happiness?

You two arranged it behind my back!

You treat me like a thing, not a person.

What are you saying, Dasha?

Mr. Court Investigator,

what will happen to me now?

I won’t lie to you, a trial is inevitable.

But with good lawyers, which I believe you can afford,

the jury’s sympathy will be on your side.

I think it will come down to a penance for you

and your wife.

But... Dasha isn’t my wife anymore.

She has remarried.

This marriage will be deemed illegal

and annulled.

Dasha. Dasha, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I didn’t drown myself.

I’m sorry, Dasha! I’m sorry!

Your nobleness, Mrs. Gorina.

- Stay away! - Stop! What are you doing?

I’m sorry, sister!

I want to live but I can’t.

You dolt.

I lived with a stranger for almost a year,

and the man I loved had been dead all that time.

You shouldn’t blame yourself.

You were cruelly deceived.

I was blind.

I feel guilty.

How could I have accepted the so-called change in his so fast?

I wish I could ask him for forgiveness.

Do it.

Do it right now.

He can hear you.

Gleb.

You’re the only one I ever loved.

I will miss you all my life.

Please forgive me.

Gentlemen.

Liqueurs.

Thank you, Nikolay Vasilyevich, I’ll pass.

Me, too.

It was a hard week.

Yes, it was.

I’ll have a shot, though.

If you don’t need me anymore, I’ll probably go.

Yes, of course.

Go, Yakov Platonovich.

I should go, too.

I can’t let you leave yet,

Anton Andreyevich.

I have a special mission

for you.

Go to Kliuyev’s house

and bring him here at once.

Kliuyev?

Excuse me, on what grounds?

This complaint.

Here.

“On September 8, having drunk himself to a beastly state,

he was driving around my house with his friends,

causing me distress and insomnia

and shouting swear words.”

- Kliuyev? - Read on.

“Swear words, cursing the authorities.

Though he didn’t insult His Majesty,

he obviously intended to.

Also, my household sustained a loss

in the form of a trough.”

Officer Riabko again?

Isn’t he eloquent?

And all this is recorded after her own account.

You know, a trough and... Kliuyev?

This is ridiculous.

No. It’s not.

Disorderly conduct,

theft,

lese-majeste.

It says "intended to".

An intent is more than enough.

Are you going to argue with me?

Do you disagree with the police chief’s orders?

I agree.

Good.

Take the constables and go to Kliuyev’s house.

Bring him here, drunk or sober.

We’ve had enough of this shooting.

Yes, sir.

"Today is June 6, 1894."

"The weather is fine."

"Andrey Petrovich and I are recording our voices."

You said your master doesn’t receive visitors?

Is he out of town?

He is. I don’t know where he went.

Maybe he went to St. Petersburg.

Maybe he did.

Wait here.

Excuse me, my friend, I need to make sure he isn’t at home.

He left.

To St. Petersburg.

Go.

Piotr Ivanovich, hello.

Good morning, doctor.

Yakov Platonovich.

Andrey Petrovich.

Gentlemen,

my duty is to offer you

to reconcile one last time.

Think about it.

Gentlemen, I beg you to listen to Piotr Ivanovich.

Yakov Platonovich, you know my morgue is full.

Do you want to be there, too?

Andrey Petrovich, be reasonable.

Thank you, but this isn’t necessary.

Well, gentlemen, in this case, we can begin.

Dr. Milts, please announce the rules.

Gentlemen,

you will shoot from the distance of 15 steps.

Not consequently

but simultaneously.

Please hand over the letters in which you absolve the other

from blame in case of your death.

Please pick your weapons, gentlemen.

Yakov Platonovich?

Let’s start, gentlemen.

Thank you for the respite.

Piotr Ivanovich, I did everything I could.

Start walking.

Fire!

THE LIVING CORPSE