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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 KAREN GAZARIAN

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

Come in.

What can I do for you?

EPISODE 28: BACCARAT

Yakov Platonovich Shtolman, court investigator.

Konstantin Ilyich Aliabin. Sit down, please.

Thank you.

We are investigating the murder

of your friend ensign Zalivukhin.

Zalivukhin isn’t my friend. Hasn’t been for a while.

Why? Did you have a fight?

No. I’m a serious man. I have life goals.

As for him... A pack of cards is the only thing he’s interested in.

I haven’t talked to him for a year, so...

How will you explain the fact that you met with him this Thursday near the inn?

I was going home from the factory,

and I saw him sitting in a cab.

We didn’t even say hello.

But you hurried to inform his wife about that.

So what?

I met her in the street that same night.

So I said, “Your husband is in town give him my best.”

The poor thing turned white: “Where did you see him?”

So I told her he went to the inn.

Did you notice anything unusual about his behavior?

As I said, I only saw him in passing, so I didn’t have an opportunity.

Tell me, is it one of the victims from the inn?

Yes. Zalivukhin.

You said you weren’t going to help the police anymore?

What happened?

Anton Andreyevich was so persuasive. Besides, the spirit and I have a deal.

I do what he asked me, and he sheds some light on this murder.

My God, no one does anything for free,

even beyond the veil.

Annette?

What is it?

It’s gone.

If you have nothing else to say, Mr. Aliabin,

I won’t take any more of your time.

Is this the produce of your factory?

Mr. Shtolman,

I was counting on this order

from the navy for the uniforms.

Look at these samples!

Broadcloth and wool of the highest quality.

The goldwork, the buttons. I spent six months working on them.

Designing, adjusting, adjusting again.

- What happened? - Nothing.

It was all in vain.

A Feofilaktov from the next county got it.

I hadn’t even heard of him before.

I’m sorry.

Annette.

We should get out of here before someone catches us and...

There’s nothing to steal here. It’s all rubbish.

What’s this?

I don’t know.

“To the future naval man from his father.”

A present fir your son!

Do you want us to deliver it?

- Hello. - What can I do for you?

Mrs. Zalivukhina?

Our condolences.

Thank you.

I’m Piotr Ivanovich Mironov.

I used to know your husband in St. Petersburg.

I don’t remember my husband ever mentioning you.

- And yet, and yet... - I understand.

My husband owed you money.

I can’t pay you at present...

It’s not about money, I assure you.

You see, your husband

accidentally left a present

for your son at my house.

Take a look.

Oh my God.

All right, come in.

Come in.

After you.

...calling for His angels to help Him...

Well?

Who is the future naval man here?

Read the inscription. You can do it.

To the future naval man.

Now, look.

Here goes...

This is for you.

Take it.

Did you know Ivan Semionovich well?

Well...

Ivan Semionovich...

I wouldn’t say I knew him very well

or very long,

but it was immediately apparent what kind of man he was.

From Nelidov?

Who killed you?

Ma’am?

What are you doing...

I’m sorry. I didn’t feel well.

I needed to be alone.

Shall I bring you water?

No, thank you. I’m much better now.

Excuse me.

Sir?

- Viktor Ivanovich? - Mr. Rebushinsky.

I need to talk to you.

Of course. I’m listening.

I ask you...

No, I demand that you acted like an honest man.

Excuse me, I don’t quite understand, Aleksey Yegorovich.

Could you be more specific?

You have to divorce your wife whom you have abandoned.

What?

What gives you the right to interfere with my family affairs?

- Has my wife sent you? - God, what a low mindset!

No, it was my idea to talk to you.

Mariya Timofeyevna needs to be free

to have a chance for a happy family life.

- Oh. I see. - Yes.

It didn’t take her too long.

Did you suppose, my dear sir,

that a brilliant woman like your wife

would be mourning your betrayal for the rest of her life?

Can I ask you who the lucky man is?

It’s me.

Yes, I’m the luckiest man alive, Mr. Mironov.

Viktor Ivanovich, I understand this is hard

and in some sense even shameful,

but you have to take it upon yourself, being the guilty party.

We’d need two witnesses. I’ll find someone.

They’ll have to catch you in flagranti

and give a written statement.

Then...

Then you tell my wife

I will not give her a divorce.

Tell this brilliant woman I said that.

Jupiter, you're angry therefore you're wrong.

I won’t leave you in peace

until you grant Mariya Timofeyevna a divorce.

Goodbye, sir.

Anna Viktorovna? Do you have news?

Yes, Anton Andreyevich.

Zalivukhin’s spirit showed me a card.

The four of spades.

Four... Four...

Svetlov had four points.

Does it mean he initiated the fight?

I don’t know. Look at this.

Where did you get it?

Zalivukhin’s house.

Received one year ago from Nelidov.

“Vania, my friend.

Enough being idle.

It’s time to get to work.

The crystal needs cleaning,

the paper is getting dry, the comet...

The comet will fly over Petergof at 37/16.”

This is utter nonsense. A comet...

Baccarat.

A card game.

They also call it the comet.

This letter appoints the time for the game.

Anton Andreyevich, I’m sorry. I need to go.

Anna Viktorovna, thanks a lot. Your help is invaluable...

For the police.

Are you sure this is about the game?

I know the gamblers’ lingo rather well.

Sweat on the paper,

clean the crystal,

get to work - all these expressions mean to play cards.

And the numbers?

May I?

To tally the points in baccarat, you extract ten.

37-10 = 27.

16-10 = 6.

The 27th... It’s the date of the game.

Where did you find the letter?

At Zalivukhin’s.

Did Anna Viktorovna bring it?

Even if she did, it doesn’t help us a lot.

It was written a year ago.

There must be other letters like this one.

Zalivukhin came from St. Petersburg, being aware the game had been set.

Nelidov didn’t need to be notified,

but he had to have written to Svetlov.

You think there is something important in these letters?

Let’s hope so.

Let’s hope they still exist.

Here you go, gentlemen.

This is his desk and all his papers.

I didn’t touch anything. It’s how Nikita left it.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

The same handwriting. A letter from Nelidov.

Received ten days ago.

“My dear friend...” All right.

Something about health... Yes.

“The comet will fly over Mon Plaisir at 12/20.”

October 2. It’s the day of the fatal game.

The letter was opened and then sealed back.

The aunt?

I don’t think so. It’s an expert job.

Someone well acquainted with perlustration of correspondence.

Perlustration?

It’s a good thing you’re well acquainted with it.

Looks like all letters had been opened and resealed.

Someone had been reading Svetlov’s correspondence.

Do you know who and why, by any chance?

Another letter from Nelidov,

received three months ago.

“My friend Nikita, I need to tell you something.

Feofilaktov has placed a bet and will hit the jackpot.”

Feofilaktov. Aliabin had mentioned him.

“Konstantin isn’t playing.”

I don’t understand why he is writing about those two.

They had never played together.

Then it isn’t about the cards.

The contract, then?

Nelidov served at the Naval Ministry.

He could be a member of the committee.

You said Zalivukhin had promised his wife they’d soon get rich.

What if the four means not the losings

but a fourth person?

We need to interrogate Aliabin again.

He couldn’t have done it alone.

If he had access to the letters...

He had an accomplice at the post office.

Eureka.

Eureka.

Come in.

Uncle?

I have recalled something.

I read an article not long ago

in "Niva" magazine.

Remember this Guillaume

from your dreams?

The article was about Guillaume...

I can’t recall his last name.

It doesn’t matter.

What matters is that he was burned at the stake

in Languedoc the 14th century.

What makes you think it was my Guillaume?

He loved a girl named Raymonde.

That was her name.

They burned her, too.

They burned...

What did they kill them for?

This Guillaume was a Cathar.

The article was called “The Last of the Cathars.”

Like Fennimore Cooper.

Who were these Cathars?

The Cathars?

Annette, this isn’t a history test.

I don’t remember.

There was a phrase in the article

that stuck in my memory.

“After 600 Years, the laurel will blossom again.”

It appealed to me somehow.

So poetic and beautiful.

That stuck in my memory...

I should borrow it...

and suggest to your mother...

that she used it somewhere.

Isn’t it a good idea?

You again, Mr. Shtolman?

What can I do for you?

Sit down. I’m afraid this is going to be a long conversation.

Can you tell me where you were on Thursday night?

At home. Why?

Wait.

I’m starting to realize what you’re getting at.

Are you going to make me a suspect in that murder now?

Why?

You had a motive. Revenge.

Messrs. Zalivukhin and Svetlov

persuaded you to bribe Mr. Nelidov,

who was on the ministry committee.

You didn’t get the contract, though.

Feofilaktov won it by offering more money.

This is a mere assertion.

I’m an honest entrepreneur.

As for the murder allegations...

How would I know they would be

at the inn on Thursday?

You knew where he was going.

Besides, you were reading Svetlov’s letters.

You could write novels, Mr. Shtolman.

Your accomplice at the post office has confessed.

He said you asked him

to bring him all letters from Nelidov to Svetlov.

I asked him?

It’s a lie!

It was his idea.

Did he?

This Toboltsev is a lying bastard.

He said not a soul would find out.

All right. I confess to reading the letters.

But I had no reason to kill them.

I wanted to get justice in court.

I was looking for evidence.

So where is your evidence?

Here. Have a look.

“I have to inform you

about an organized group of fraudsters

at the Naval Ministry.”

Exactly.

An anonymous report to the Special Department?

Don’t be so contemptuous.

I’m doing it in good conscience, to help my country.

Feofilaktov’s broadcloth!

It’s crap, that’s what it is.

His goldwork will get dull in a month.

If you got the contract, you wouldn’t be talking about justice.

You’ll come to the precinct to give your statement.

I...

- Hello. - Anton Andreyevich.

- Yes. - What can I do for you?

Does Toboltsev work here?

Yes. He has been a postman for 20 years.

Where is he?

He went to deliver the morning mail.

He hasn’t been back yet.

- Which desk is his? - This one.

Good.

Do you have the new issue of "Zatonsk Telegraph"?

Yes. The sorter works here, but sometimes he delivers the mail, too.

Careful. Don’t cut yourself.

We sharpen them weekly.

How many do you have?

Three.

Three?

Collect them and bring them to me, please.

Will do.

Excuse me, what’s going on?

These are my personal belongings.

Mr. Toboltsev?

Yes. Who is asking?

Head of the investigation department Korobeynikov.

What happened to your hand?

I was cutting the twine and cut myself.

When?

The day before yesterday.

Come with us.

Anna Viktorovna.

I’m here for Anton Andreyevich.

He isn’t here. He’s making an arrest.

Do you have new information?

I’m not talking to you.

You already are.

- Anna! - Don’t you dare!

Don’t you dare come to me and talk to me.

How could you lie to me all this time?

How could you keep coming to my house?

How? This is shameless.

I didn’t lie to you.

Yes, you simply forgot to mention having a wife.

If you knew what condition she is in...

I believed I would be free soon,

that’s why I concealed the truth.

I have only one request for you.

Leave this town.

I can’t, and you know why.

Whirlpool? Let him get to me as soon as possible.

“I saw a girl, a drowned girl...

With a card...

A nine of hearts.

Victory, gain.”

Anna?

Andrey Petrovich,

did the doctor allow you leave the house?

I never asked. I can’t stay inside anymore.

What happened? Were you crying?

No. It’s nothing.

I see.

Where are you going?

I don’t know.

Home, I think.

Come with me.

I’ll order a nice dinner.

We’ll eat together as friends, talk about silly things.

Why stay at home alone?

Why not.

Where can they be?

Mr. Toboltsev’s daughter was engaged to the navy officer Svetlov.

She died right before the wedding.

The report says she couldn’t swim, and she fell into the river.

Nine of hearts.

What?

Which of them is the killer, in your opinion?

Mr. Aliabin, you said

you were getting Svetlov’s mail

through Mr. Toboltsev, an employee at the post office.

Is it true? Do you confirm it?

I do.

He’d bring them to me for a couple hours.

Opened?

Yes.

Then he’d reseal them in my presence.

Well? What do you say to that?

What can I say?

Mr. Aliabin was trying to expose the bribe takers,

and I was helping him.

This sounds beautiful, but I’m afraid not truthful enough.

Did you find out

about the Thursday’s game

at Mon Plaisir from this letter?

I’ve already told you. I didn’t...

Excuse me.

Toboltsev didn’t bring me this letter.

What do you mean?

- I brought you all letters. - This is the first time I see it.

I brought it, and you had read every letter.

Gentlemen, I haven’t seen this letter.

All right.

Yakov Platonovich, allow me.

Of course.

You said you had cut your hand with the knife you use at the post office.

Yes.

- This one? - Yes.

Interesting. How come?

It’s blunt.

Maybe not this one but one just like it.

- We have many at the office. - Three.

Two sharp and one blunt.

How could it happen?

I don’t know.

I do.

You went to the inn, carrying the knife from the post office.

You committed a crime, killing three officers,

and returned the knife to the post office.

But you made a mistake. You mixed up the knives.

You brought the blunt one from the inn to the post office,

leaving the sharp one at the inn.

Here it is.

It’s hard to believe

but in India no one is seeking a better life.

Everyone believes that their place

in the society is perfect.

Why?

It’s a matter of faith.

They believe in rebirth.

If you are born again as a rich person,

it means you were righteous in your previous life.

If you are a pauper, it means you deserve it.

The same goes for love.

Wait.

Do you mean you can’t strive for happiness

even if you’re unhappy?

No, the Hindu believe

that the marriage binds them for seven births.

No engagement can take place without a pandit

proving that the couple was married in previous life.

They burn the widow in her husband’s funeral pyre

so that they could reunite in the next life sooner.

My God.

This is deep.

- Andrey Petrovich? - Yes?

You’ve traveled a lot,

seen many places.

Have you ever heard about the Cathars?

Cathars?

Interesting that you mention them.

Why?

They also believed in metempsychosis.

All evidence is against you.

There is no sense to deny it.

Confession might mitigate your sentence.

I don’t care about my sentence.

We know that your daughter was engaged to officer Svetlov.

You read the letters, and you knew

the officers were playing at the Mon Plaisir.

You killed them.

Now you need to tell us why.

They gambled on my Aleksandra and lost.

Cards!

Of course. The nine.

Your daughter was the gain.

They are killers.

All three of them.

I punished them for it.

What can I say?

You are out of luck.

You’ll pay the debt immediately.

How can I do that.

Start writing.

I’ll tell you what to write.

Get ready.

You are going to get my gain.

I’m coming.

Who are you?

Ivan Zalivukhin.

I need to see Miss Aleksandra urgently.

It’s late. She is fast asleep.

Her fiance sent me.

Nikita? What happened?

He was coming back to town

and was run over by a cab in the darkness.

He is very sick. He is at the inn now.

He is delirious, and keeps calling for you.

She only came back in the morning.

She wouldn’t answer any of my questions.

I thought Nikita was dead,

so I decided to leave her alone.

Two days later,

they found her body in the river.

How did you find out what had happened?

She left a suicide note.

It said that Nikita was alive and well.

When Zalivukhin brought her to the inn,

Nelidov defiled her.

Svetlov and Zalivukhin were in the next room the entire time.

That’s why Svetlov was tormented

and wanted to confess.

How did you kill them?

I started reading letters...

from Svetlov to Nelidov.

I knew I would have my chance sooner or later.

I did.

They set up a game at the Mon Plaisir.

Why did you agree

with your daughter’s death being proclaimed an accident?

You could have shown the police her suicide note.

I could have,

but why disgrace her memory?

Besides, I had no proof except for this letter.

Nelidov had friends in high places.

The others did, too.

They would have gotten away with it.

So I sentenced them myself

and executed the sentence.

You thought you were getting justice for them,

but you became a murderer instead.

It’s God’s will.

I regret nothing.

Take the prisoner away.

I was right. Whirlpool had nothing to do with it.

I can’t agree.

He treated Svetlov in St. Petersburg.

He might have helped to silence his guilty conscience.

If Svetlov had confess, this murder wouldn’t have happened.

This murder wouldn’t have happened if the justice system were better.

The Cathars were especially strong in the south of France, Languedoc.

In the 13th century, the Pope organized a crusade against them.

But it was only 100 years later

that they managed to get rid of this heresy.

The Cathars were extremely popular

with the peasants.

They called them the good people.

A good man...

I’ve heard it before.

They believed a person wasn’t to blame for their sins.

How can it be?

The preached that our world was created by Lucifer,

and people’s souls were trapped in their bodies against their will.

No matter what we do,

we are doomed to suffering and death.

This is horrible.

Another horrible thing is

that over one million Cathars were burned at stake

by the Inquisition for believing in wrong things.

Anna Viktorovna,

let’s talk about something else.

What?

Let’s change the subject.

It’s late. Andrey Petrovich, I have to go.

Thank you for the wonderful evening and conversation.

Raymonde Marty.

Guillaume Bilibaste.

The spirit of Raymonde Marty, reveal yourself.

The spirit of Guillaume Bilibaste, reveal yourself.

The spirit of Raymonde Marty, reveal yourself.

The spirit of Guillaume Bilibaste, reveal yourself.

BACCARAT