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Gentlemen, don’t you miss a traditional Russian hunt

with beagles and greyhounds?

Yes, nobody does it anymore. It’s too expensive.

Dmitriy Lvovich, you could afford a good old hunt, though.

Yes.

I could, Ivan Khristoforovich, but I won’t.

It’s like trying to bring a dead man back to life.

Everything in this world will perish sooner or later,

including us, our projects,

and our favorite pastimes.

Besides, I believe it more humane to shoot your prey

than to bait it.

Timofey? What’s going on?

The beaters have found the trail, your excellency.

Let’s go, gentlemen.

Thank you, my friend.

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 YUDIN

CHIEF WRITER - ANNA RULEVSKAYA

DIRECTED BY DENIS YELEONSKIY

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY - ANTON KOSTROMIN

MUSIC BY ANTON SILAYEV

PRODUCERS - NIKITA SHUMAKOV, VITALIY BORDACHIOV

ANNA PAVLOVSKAYA, PAVEL BABIN, VLAD RIASHIN

DETECTIVE ANNA SEASON 2

EPISODE 29 THE FOX HUNT

Your wound has healed completely.

Congratulations.

That’s a funny snake you have here.

Is it some kind of symbol?

The Uroboros, a snake swallowing its tail.

It’s the cycle of life, death, and rebirth.

Please don’t tell anyone about this tattoo.

I’m looking for a way to get rid of it.

Doctor’s word.

Are you a Buddhist?

Do you believe in rebirth?

I think it possible. You?

I don’t believe in any God, Buddhist or Christian.

I see.

Even if we admit God exists...

a big kind God...

Why does he allow all these abominations?

Oppressing the weak, extermination of the innocent?

Maybe he is kind, but not in the way we imagine.

If he isn’t kind, why would I care if he exists?

Goodbye, Andrey Petrovich. Try to stay out of the bullets’ way.

There is nothing noble about death.

It’s nothing but stench and squalor, believe me.

You don’t know Prince Meshcherskiy very well,

but believe me, when you do, you will get to love him.

He is an extraordinary man.

If you only knew what he has done for the people in our county...

Take his school for the poor children, for one.

Does the prince have children?

A son. Lev Dmitriyevich.

A retired colonel living in St. Petersburg.

I see.

They expect him at dinner tonight.

Your excellency, are you all right?

Never mind me. It will pass.

Timosha, you do it. Come on.

Your excellency!

Your excellency!

Your excellency!

God, what is it?

Help! Anyone!

We won’t let you cut her! No, we won’t agree to it!

Why don’t you give her some medicine, nurse?

What medicine? Your child is suffocating!

She needs an urgent surgery.

Don’t listen to them!

No, we won’t agree to it.

Let’s get out of here, Nastia. Let’s go.

You... You’re going to get her killed!

Ivan Yevgenyevich. Thank God.

The girl has diphtheritic croup, and the won’t let us operate.

They don’t? Good for you.

You’re young and can have another baby. This one will wait for you in heaven.

Don’t listen to them, you fool. Let’s go, Nastia.

- Right. - Cutting a child’s throat open!

I’ll complain! No, we won’t agree to it!

Say yes.

Well?

All right.

- Prepare the surgery room. Quick. - Yes.

Give her to me.

Stay here, for God’s sake.

Vera, my angel, you came.

Now we have a chance to say goodbye.

You will be all right, Dmitriy Lvovich.

Don’t talk like that.

You will get better.

How did it happen?

I have no idea. I was aiming at the fox.

Timofey, it’s not your fault.

Do you hear, all of you?

It’s not his fault.

It’s just a... stupid acci...

I’m afraid... the prince is dead.

No!

No!

Hold her head.

She’s breathing!

She’ll live.

- Give her camphor. - Yes.

I was at Kliuyev’s the other day.

He has recovered completely.

He can go down the aisle tomorrow, if you’re interested.

Ivan Yevgenyevich.

You did a good job with this grandmother.

I’ll always call you in such situations now.

You’ll have to handle stupid relatives yourself, Anna Viktorovna.

I won’t stay here for much longer.

What?

Are you leaving?

Camphor.

Show me where you and the prince were standing.

Over there.

Gentlemen, please take the positions

you were occupying at the time of the shot.

We were here.

I was standing here, and the prince over there.

- Over there? - Yes.

- Farther away? - No, here, closer.

Stand here.

- Here, right? - Yes.

Go on.

Dmitriy Lvovich suddenly had trouble breathing,

so he told me to take the shot.

- Did you? - Yes.

Where?

The gun.

Show how you did it.

All right. Step back, mate.

What were you aiming at?

Gentlemen, please come out into the clearing.

You could see both the prince and the jaeger

from where you were standing.

I could, but I didn’t. I was watching the fox.

Did everyone see the fox?

- Yes. - Yes.

And no one had time to make a shot?

Have you checked the gun?

Yes, your nobleness. They are all fully charged.

It must be a ricochet, then.

I will never forgive myself.

Don’t be harsh on yourself.

Dmitriy Lvovich said it wasn’t your fault. It’s fate.

"Fatum est series causarum."

Fate is a series of reasons.

The police will get to the core of it.

Please don’t leave the city until the investigation is over.

The ribbons?

Collect them.

Anna Viktorovna, have you heard about the cholera epidemic in Turkestan?

- Yes. I read that it was receding. - Don’t trust the newspapers.

My friend is there with an expedition

from the Emperor’s Experimental Medicine Institute.

There are less new cases now,

but the second wave is coming.

The sanitary conditions there are hideous.

So you’re going to Turkestan.

Isn’t it every Russian doctor’s duty?

People need medical help everywhere, not only Turkestan.

I lead an aimless life here, Anna Viktorovna.

There I’ll get a chance to find out what I’m worth.

Hello, doctor.

Hello, Ivan Yevgenyevich.

Doctor, what’s wrong?

The old prince Meshcherskiy has just died.

- A hunting accident. - Oh God.

- Did you know him? - Yes, we met a few times.

He was a forward-minded man. I’m sorry.

The Hindu would call it karma.

You go hunting and end up killed.

I’d prohibit hunting if I could.

You’re an idealist, my friend.

Aleksandr Frantsevich, you won’t have to endure my idealism for long.

Why is that?

I’ll quit in two weeks

and go to treat cholera in Turkestan.

Does he mean it?

I’m afraid so.

Why are all good things so fleeting?

ST. PETERSBURG

Mr. Shtolman, your theory has proved wrong.

On the day of admiral Bobrinskiy’s murder

ensign Zalivukhin and Nelidov were at sea.

They had nothing to do with his death.

- I thought it was worth looking into. - You were right.

The connection between Svetlov and Whirlpool is obvious.

The situation is beginning to take shape.

Looks like Whirlpool strips his patients of conscience,

as if it were something obsolete.

"And the brother deliver up the brother to death, and the father the child:

and the children shall rise up against their parents."

Something significant is happening, Yakov Platonovich.

Significant and horrible.

Whirlpool is obviously obsessed by some ghastly mystic idea.

Don’t let his cheap show for the Zatonsk wealthy idiots fool you.

This is just a way to trick them out of their money.

Whirlpool is a revolutionary,

and he wants what all revolutionaries want.

Dethrone the tsar and push Russia into a state of chaos,

because they don’t see any other way to stop the inequality and obscurantism.

You think I don’t see anything,

don’t notice what’s obvious?

I don’t have to tell you, Mr. Shtolman, that...

revolutions are conceived by idealists,

implemented by fanatics,

and its fruits are stolen by scoundrels.

Maybe you’re right, but there is one thing that makes me doubt it.

Why does Whirlpool want Miss Mironova?

Why does he need a woman able to communicate with the next world?

Maybe he wants to ask Robespierre’s advice.

By the way, his talisman has recently been stolen from a Paris museum.

It isn’t related to our case, though.

Better tell me,

are the rumors of Miss Mironova’s gift exaggerated?

I used to doubt it,

but I don’t anymore.

Dmitriy Lvovich.

I’m not talking to you.

Go away. I’m not talking to you.

You won’t get anything from me.

Save...

my daughter.

Save her!

Go away! I’m not talking to you.

You won’t get anything from me.

Miss? Is everything all right? Are you well?

Very well.

Where do you want to go?

To the hospital.

Your excellency.

No need for formalities, Nikolay Vasilyevich.

I have just come back from St. Petersburg.

I left as soon as I had received the cable.

Please accept my deepest, most sincere condolences.

Lev Dmitriyevich, I know you were close to your father.

Yes. It’s a huge loss for me.

But you know, father often told me he didn’t want to live to be very old.

He didn’t want to be a burden for his family.

You mentioned that his body was at the hospital.

Yes. I’m afraid this formality is unavoidable.

They need to extract the bullet to prove it was a ricochet.

Oh God, this is so unfair.

A person who wasn’t thinking about dying...

When will I be able to collect the body for the funeral?

- Tomorrow. - Thank you.

I hope you will be at the funeral.

Right. Well, Anton Andreyevich...

it wasn’t a ricochet.

It was a deliberate shot aimed to kill.

- Are you sure? - Absolutely.

Look at the bullet.

There is no trace of initial impact of any hard object.

Also, the nature of the wound.

The wound canal is deep and straight

which wouldn’t happen with a ricochet.

Can you tell what weapon the bullet was shot from?

I’m not an expert, frankly speaking,

but it might be an English rifle.

That’s exactly what Timofey had.

Doctor.

The prince only had one son, am I right?

Yes.

Why would he say “Save my daughter,” then?

- When did he say this? - This morning.

These family secrets...

You’ll have to excuse me.

I’m going to Krechetov.

Anton Andreyevich, there is one more important detail.

The prince was fatally ill.

He wouldn’t have lasted more than six months.

Thank you.

Now let’s read aloud what I’ve written together.

“Any beginning

is hard.”

- Good job. - Vera Nikolayevna.

A visitor for you. They said it was urgent.

I’m coming.

Be good children for me.

Hello, Lev Dmitriyevich.

Hello, Vera.

My condolences.

This is a terrible loss for us all.

Shut up.

It was your husband who shot my father, wasn’t it?

It was an accident!

The prince had said it himself before he died.

I’m afraid I’m not as lenient as my late father.

I’m going to deal with Timofey myself. Tell him that.

And this is for you.

Read it.

A notice about closing the school?

How could you?

Are you really going to go through with it?

Your father had invested so much into this school.

It’s his life work.

As you know,

I always thought it was a folly, and a dangerous one at that.

The school has to close in three days.

Wait. Give me at least one week.

I’ll find financing.

I’m not discussing this, Vera.

Send the kids home and close the school.

Your wife had gone through such horror

that she preferred to repress it by becoming insane.

ST. PETERSBURG. THE LANGE CLINIC

Her mind has erased all her memories to get rid of the bad ones,

but I believe I’ll be able to help her remember.

Is it necessary for her to remember?

Without it, there is no hope for recovery.

Can I come see her?

Of course.

Look who is here, ma’am. Do you recognize him?

No... No...

Take a good look. You know this gentleman very well.

Hello, Nina.

I won’t.

I won’t.

Not today. I won’t.

You should go.

I won’t.

I don’t want to.

Mr. Shtolman.

He was a great man.

So many people came to say their goodbyes.

- Everybody was there. - You know, I’m not surprised.

I suppose Timofey Krechetov just couldn’t stand it anymore.

Couldn’t stand what, Lev Dmitriyevich?

Your father did so much good to all his people.

That’s true. But he had his little weaknesses.

What weaknesses?

You mean Vera Krechetova?

I saw your father saying his tender goodbye to her before he died.

I didn’t know then that the jaeger was her husband.

It’s hard to imagine, isn’t it?

Vera moved in with us when she was five.

My father took care of her education and gave her a chance

to live the life that people of her background don’t get to have.

He made her a school mistress.

Frankly, I didn’t like it,

but I didn’t think it appropriate to judge my father.

Of course.

But I don’t see anything inappropriate in all this.

Your father was a benefactor of an orphan girl.

Six months ago she fell in love with this new jaeger.

My father was sad about it,

but he accepted it and even gave his blessings.

Luckily, their family life was a catastrophe.

Why is that?

Vera was corrupted.

She had acquired views and ways unsuitable for women in her situation.

Do you believe a person can have a decent place in the society

only by birth right, your excellency?

One can’t learn to be a nobleman, Mr. Korobeynikov.

I believe Vera’s affair with my father had soon recommenced.

Obviously, Timofey was madly jealous.

Why did your father say on his deathbed that Timofey was innocent?

Love your enemy. Ever heard of it?

Gentlemen.

Hello, ma’am. Is your husband here?

No, he isn’t at home. What happened?

He is a suspect in the murder of prince Meshcherskiy.

Murder? It can’t be true.

You’re mistaken. Why would he kill Dmitriy Lvovich?

Unfortunately, I need to search the house.

Anna. Stop.

Wait.

- Listen to me. - Will it ever stop?

I accepted Kliuyev’s challenge.

Would I have to die to console you?

I know I should have told you earlier but...

What would it change? You’re married.

Only in the eyes of the law.

Any man would say that to a woman he doesn’t want to lose.

I’m telling you the truth.

Who is she?

You know.

No. How would I know?

You know her.

Nezhinskaya.

Allow me...

Excuse me.

Stop the carriage, my friend. Your excellency!

Mr. Mironov.

Lev Dmitriyevich, I was looking for you.

Please accept my condolences.

Thank you.

You see, the thing is,

a year ago your father turned to me and asked to draft a will.

Would you like to come to my office to read it?

Well. In this case, let’s do it as soon as possible.

Get in.

Go ahead, my friend.

What is this woman doing here?

Mrs. Krechetova is mentioned in the will

and has to be present at the reading.

Please sit down.

Here goes.

“October 15, 1893.

I, the undersigned, being of sound mind and firm memory,

do the following testamentary provisions.

To my daughter Vera Krechetova,

born out of wedlock,

I bequest the school founded by me

and 50,000 rubles.”

What? Wait.

What do you mean, “my daughter”? She was his... mistress!

Of course not.

Dmitriy Lvovich had always treated me like his child.

My God, but it means the school is saved!

“The rest of my movable and immovable property I bequest to my son

Lev Meshcherskiy.”

The will is composed observing every rule and signed by a witness.

There is also

a personal letter for you.

“Accept Vera, your sister...

Take care of her, be her rock...”

Goodbye, Mr. Mironov.

I’m sorry, Viktor Ivanovich.

He didn’t know...

and neither did I.

Don’t worry, Vera Nikolayevna.

Your brother will cool off, and you two will reconcile.

You are a wealthy woman now,

and your brother hasn’t lost a lot.

Everything will be fine.

I’m sorry.

Ivan Yevgenyevich, may I?

Anna Viktorovna, it’s your day off.

Yes, but I really need to talk to you.

Of course.

You mentioned going to Turkestan yesterday, I believe.

Yes.

Do you think I could come, too?

What?

You don’t know what the situation there is.

- Please forget this idea. - Wait. Listen to me.

You said yesterday you wanted to find out what you were worth.

I want it, too.

I’ve been helping people for years, but my life here has become unbearable.

I can’t stay in this town anymore.

And since there is a catastrophe in Turkestan, it means I belong there.

Believe me, I’m not afraid of hardships.

You know it’s not about hardships. You could catch the infection and die!

I don’t care about my life.

Sufferings bring forth dedication.

All right.

They are in dire need of nurses.

With your knowledge and skills,

having gone through all that, you might become a real doctor.

Will your family allow you to go?

I’ll talk to them.

Tonight.

One hundred and seventy.

How was the capital?

I don’t know. I was too busy to notice.

Of course.

You’re a busy man.

Prince Meshcherskiy is dead.

I’ve been reading the report.

God rest his soul.

He was a rare man,

sensitive and noble.

There are not many like him around.

Yes.

The funeral was this morning.

Unfortunately, we haven’t caught the culprit yet, but we will.

Yes, we will.

I read that, too. So... what’s the motive? Jealousy?

The motive is stupidity.

Krechetov was jealous of the prince,

but it appears his wife was prince’s bastard daughter.

Mironov read Meshcherskiy’s testament today.

She got a hefty sum.

- Specifically? - Fifty thousand.

Wow.

Yes. Why are you asking?

Maybe it is the motive.

What if Krechetov somehow found out about the will?

He might want the prince dead

and pretend to be jealous to hide his motives.

You mean the spouses might have conspired?

I wouldn’t jump to conclusions. It’s just a theory.

However, I’d like to talk to Mrs. Krechetova immediately.

You can do it in the morning. She won’t go anywhere.

No one bails on this kind of money.

Still, I want to question her today.

Does she live at the Meshcherskiy estate?

The servants will show you to their house.

Are you all right, Yakov Platonovich?

Yes, thank you. I just need something to occupy my mind.

Goodbye.

Annette?

Uncle!

Annette!

You’re back!

You won’t believe it what I’ve brought for you from St. Petersburg.

I saw that old books shop and...

- I thought you might be interested... - Piotr Ivanovich...

In the history of the heresies.

- Mariya Timofeyevna? - Welcome back.

You become more beautiful with every day.

Please!

- How is your novel going? - It is going.

I have news about the wild orchid. I can’t wait to tell you.

Let’s talk in the drawing room.

I’ll order to serve tea there.

Mother.

Uncle.

I need to tell you something important.

Father.

My dear father.

I swear you won’t regret it.

I’ll do anything for our school.

I’ll prove I’m worthy of your trust.

Mrs. Krechetova? Are you home?

Open the door.

Help!

Get her to the hospital, quick.

Who did it?

Who did it to you?

Mother, what’s wrong with you?

No, what’s wrong with "you?"

Are you out of your mind?

What... What did she just say?

That she is going to Turkestan.

But this is insane!

What is insane about what I’ve said?

No, she is definitely crazy.

Why don’t you say something, Piotr Ivanovich?

Tell her!

Annette I must say I’m confused

and a little bit perplexed?

What’s wrong with you both?

If you want to argue with me, at least give me some arguments.

No, I’m not going to argue with you. I’ll just tell you this.

You aren’t going anywhere. It isn’t happening.

You’ll have to step over my dead body,

if you are ruthless enough for it.

Annette, I must say, in this case

I completely support your mother.

Good night, Uncle.

Annette, the book?

God knows what’s going on here. It’s a madhouse!

Vera, my dear, what happened to you?

Did Timofey do it?

I’ll kill the bastard!

No, Ivan Khristoforovich, it wasn’t him.

Who was it?

I didn’t have a good look.

How can you be sure it wasn’t him?

No, you aren’t going back home. I won’t let you live with a murderer.

Don’t you dare say talk about my husband like this.

Anna Viktorovna, I wanted to know...

Why are there strangers in the ward?

I’m sorry. It’s my friend.

Ivan Khristoforovich Volpin, at your service.

I’m charmed, I’m sure,

but Vera Dmitriyevna is still weak.

She needs rest. Please leave.

Vera, I wanted to tell you...

The police is investigating your assault,

but you don’t have to talk to anyone.

I know.

Anna, I was going to ask you a favor,

if it isn’t too much of a burden.

My students don’t know what happened. They are waiting for me, and I...

I was told that the court investigator will soon go there to question everyone.

Could you send someone to the school

to warn them?

The court investigator?

I’ll go there myself and warn them.

Get well soon.

THE FOX HUNT