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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 YELENA VAKHRUSHINA

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

Look at this.

EPISODE 32 THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN

The sun symbol at the crime scene is all wrong.

Yes.

What do you think it means?

The Cheremis didn’t kill Kuzmin or cut his head off.

Think about it.

In such rituals, every little thing matters.

One mistake, and the sacrifice was in vein.

Yes. So it was someone else who did it.

We shouldn’t forget about Turchaninov.

I think he couldn’t have killed them, even though he had a motive.

He could have had them killed, though.

- We need to check his alibi. - Yes.

Which do you take, the poker club or the village?

Poker is more up your street. Well... Let’s see.

- Heads? - The village.

- Poker club? - Tails.

- Help! - You bastard!

What’s going on?

I’ll drown him, your nobleness.

As you were!

What a nice little mouse.

Where will you take it?

To the office. Let him stay with us a while.

Nikolay Vasilyevich won’t like it one bit.

What about the coin?

You’re going to the village.

All right.

Anna Viktorovna. Good morning.

Good morning, Ivan Yevgenyevich.

- Allow me. - Thank you.

It’s heavy.

I’m going far away.

What will you say if someone asks you where you’re going?

I’ll ask you to say the suitcase is yours, if you don’t mind.

Of course.

So, gentlemen, you all played poker

at Mr. Mitskevich’s on the 17th, didn’t you?

Raise.

Mr. Turchaninov was with us, too.

- Call. - Call.

I know that.

When did the game finish?

Call.

Call.

It was late when we left.

Around 1 a.m.

Raise.

- Fold. - Raise.

Gentlemen, try to remember

whether Mr. Turchaninov left the table that night.

We all did from time to time, but not for long.

I understand that everyone would have to leave for a few minutes.

But maybe he was absent for longer than that.

Fold.

No, Turchaninov wasn’t, as far as I remember.

The host, however, had misses one game.

How long had he been away?

Thirty minutes, I guess.

I’m in.

I went out of the room at the same time

and heard Aleksandr arguing with his daughter.

He was yelling that he wasn’t going to tolerate something

and threatened to kick someone out of his house.

When he returned, he was pale,

and his hands were shaking.

But then he calmed down.

I’ll raise, gentlemen.

Thank you, gentlemen. You’ve been very helpful.

Aren’t you going to finish the game?

Yes, Mr. Shtolman?

Royal flush.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

Your nobleness.

Hello, Arseniy.

- Is this your house? - Yes, sir.

- Do you live here alone? - Yes, sir.

You don’t mind if we have a look around, do you?

Sure.

Search the house.

Arseniy, where were you the night before last?

- Here, at home. - Can anyone confirm it?

No.

Too bad, Senia, too bad.

Look at the way you live.

The fence is lopsided, the gate is rickety.

- I’ll fix it. - Yeah.

Here, your nobleness.

We found it behind the stove.

Whose is it?

Mine. I was cutting the calf.

A calf?

Or maybe you cut off people’s heads?

Do you?

No!

Take him to the station.

Come on, one bite. My sweet boy!

Can it be...

You're a magician.

I don’t understand.

Please get up.

She says you’re a magician.

You saved my son. How will I thank you?

Don’t. Listen, your son is sick. He has epilepsy.

He can live with it, but he needs treatment.

You’ll have to bring him to the doctor. I’ll give you medicine.

We’ll do anything you tell us.

Here.

The medicine.

Give him a spoonful three times a day, all right?

Yes. Thank you.

God bless you.

God bless you.

Stop it. Your boy is a beautiful child.

He’s a great kid.

Take this. It’s all we have.

Are you both out of your minds? Take it away!

Take your boy and take a good care of him. Go.

If you don’t want the money, tell us what you want. Anything.

I don’t want anything. Go home and take care of him.

Come back in a week.

Come here.

A heart of gold!

Pure gold.

You saved my son.

- Let me tell your fortune. - No, thank you.

Women in my family are good fortune-tellers.

- I don’t want anything. - Come on.

- Take your son. - You saved my son.

You saved my son.

I’ll tell you the truth.

All right. Let’s do it.

You are facing a choice.

If you choose wrong,

you’ll ruin your life.

Think again.

I’ve thought it over.

What do you want from me? They let them out!

My killer is still on the loose.

Help find him.

What am I to do? Where should I look?

The map will tell the truth.

A map?

What map?

So they found a bloody shirt and an axe at his house.

Also the grain and cattle stolen from the Cheremis.

He hasn’t confessed yet,

but I think he will after he has spent some time inside.

Have you found something?

The players confirmed that Turchaninov had never left the card table.

Mitskevich, on the other hand, had.

One of the players heard him fighting with his daughter,

threatening to throw someone out of the house.

He was absent for about 30 minutes.

It’s more than enough to fight with the daughter,

reach the grove, and kill Kuzmin.

Suppose he committed the murder in the heat of passion and then...

Then he returned to the crime scene and beheaded the poor guy

to make it look like a ritualistic murder.

Horrible.

But it seems plausible. We have to go to Mitskevich’s.

A wicked woman!

Mariya Timofeyevna, pardon me this...

Aleksey Yegorovich.

You...

You look bold today.

Do you like it?

You’re driving me crazy.

I’m begging you, one kiss!

Dear Aleksey Yegorovich, I’ve just applied the lipstick,

and I’m in a hurry.

Are you going out? Where?

I have an appointment at the photo salon.

We are doing a portrait for my novel’s cover.

I need to look stunning.

So the lipstick is for the portrait.

Of course.

All right. I’ll wait for you.

We need to discuss Chapter 22 one more time.

I’m afraid I can’t today.

I’ll be back late, and I’ll be exhausted.

Sitting for a portrait tires one out.

Here comes Domna.

Put the flowers in the vase, my dear,

and bring tea for Aleksey Yegorovich.

Yes, ma’am.

My dear friend, I’ll see you tomorrow.

Tea, sir?

Yes, it’s true.

It’s true that I fought with Olga that night.

I wanted her to cut off all connections with Kuzmin.

Why were you so dead-set against her marrying him?

I must say, I liked Yevgeniy Lvovich at first,

until one night we started talking politics.

So, who was he?

A Narodnik?

Worse.

It appears he was a Marx follower,

a social democrat, as he put it.

He started talking about the imminent revolution

and the fall of the monarchy.

How could I bless his marriage with Olga after that?

So you went to Kuzmin’s to throw him out?

Yes.

I was going to ask him to leave my house immediately.

I went to the guest house, but he wasn’t there.

So I went back to the game.

Now, gentlemen, I’ll ask you to leave.

I need some rest.

Yes, of course.

I’d like to ask you one more question, though.

Your right trouser leg is torn.

Were you wearing these trousers at the game?

Yes.

In this case, please remember how it got torn.

Sit down, my dear.

Tell me, does your mistress go out often?

Lately, it’s been happening more often than it used to.

Do you know where she goes?

How would I? She doesn’t give me an account.

Maybe she has other admirers,

and she goes on dates with them.

I don’t know about that.

All I can say, Mariya Timofeyevna has enough admirers.

People send her letters from all over Russia.

I don’t know whether she’s seeing someone or not.

What does it mean?

He who was a frog became a tsar.

He keeps eating.

You shouldn’t overfeed him.

Beware, he might bite your finger. I think.

Mr. Korobeynikov, you have arrested my friend Mitskevich.

On what grounds?

Firstly, Mr. Turchaninov, I don’t like your tone.

Secondly, Mitskevich was charged with killing Mr. Kuzmin.

Nonsense! He couldn’t have killed him.

As I told you, I had spent all night with him.

And you lied.

You had to know that Mr. Mitskevich left the game for at least 30 minutes.

The evidence is against your friend.

We found a piece of his trousers’ fabric at the crime scene.

Listen, I need to see him.

- It’s impossible. - Come on.

This is nonsense! Let me talk to him.

He hasn’t confessed yet, has he?

I don’t see how this can do any harm, Anton Andreyevich.

Take Mr. Turchaninov to the suspect.

Follow me.

I don’t understand, Yakov Platonovich. Do you have doubts regarding his guilt?

I have a hard time imagining

Mr. Mitskevich beheading the poor ethnographer.

The facts, though...

To Mr. Korobeynikov from Miss Mironova.

Thank you.

“Anton Andreyevich...

You need to find some kind of map that will point to the killer.”

Aleksey Petrovich?

I came as soon as I found out.

Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here.

I made a mistake.

I should have said earlier that I saw Yevgeniy that night,

and we had a fight.

Now nobody believes me.

They think I killed him.

This isn’t true.

I’m sure you’ll be acquitted.

Poor Olga. What will happen to her now?

Kuzmin is dead, and I’m under arrest.

I’m also worried for her mental state.

Aliosha, what shall I do?

What shall I do now?

Leave.

Sell the estate and leave... as soon as everything resolves.

You won’t be happy here anyway.

Who would want to buy it after all this?

I’ll find the buyers.

- You’ll have to come down on the price. - You do it.

If I’m convicted, Olga will at least have some money on her hands.

She’ll be able to leave and start over.

Please, Aleksey Petrovich, help me in my hard times.

You can count on me.

What a beautiful tune. Who is singing?

I don’t remember the name of the singer. Do you mind?

I hate this aria.

If that’s what you want.

It makes me melancholic,

and I don’t want to be sad when I’m with you.

Last time we had dinner together

you were asking me about the Cathars.

Why?

Because of this couple who keeps emerging in my dreams.

Guillaume Bilibaste,

the last of the heretics, and his lady love.

Not a dull moment with you. What do they want from you?

They are telling me their story.

Apparently, these two loved each other dearly

until death did them part.

I know your soul is talking to you through the images of the dead.

Let me make an assumption.

Maybe you crave love wholeheartedly

but are for some reason afraid of it.

Why don’t you let yourself go?

What can you possibly lose?

Andrey Petrovich, you promised to be my friend.

I am your friend. Your most true and loyal friend.

You can’t forbid me to want more.

Andrey Petrovich, I’m sorry.

I know it’s my fault.

I’ve been leading you on. I didn’t know what I wanted.

I’m sorry.

For all this time you’ve really been my friend.

You’re talking as if it’s a goodbye.

I have to go.

The atlas, gentlemen.

Looks like it shows your entire estate.

Yes.

Is this your father’s handwriting?

Yes. I believe so.

Look at this, Anton Andreyevich.

The surrounding lands are marked as purchased by someone...

Judging by the dates, in the previous two years.

Did anyone offer to buy your father’s estate?

I believe so, but Father didn’t want to sell.

Now, even if he does,

no one will buy it after what happened here.

What’s wrong, Miss Mitskevich?

It’s that man again.

I’ve seen him before.

He keeps walking around our house.

Freeze! Police!

What were you doing here, you vagabond?

Why were you hanging around? Who are you?

Answer me!

Wait!

This is Evgeniy’s watch.

Where did you get this watch?

Did you kill him?

Ma’am...

Take him to the precinct.

- Let me help. - Ladies and gentlemen...

Our respected Ivan Yevgenyevich is leaving us.

It feels as if he has just arrived to our city,

and now he’s going away.

You should know that we’ll feel orphaned without you.

The only thing that reconciles me with his departure

is the fact that his mission is so important and noble.

Let’s wish Ivan Yevgenyevich success in his new field.

- To you, Ivan Yevgenyevich. - Thank you.

Now, according to the old Russian traditions,

you have to say a few words.

Well, if it’s a tradition, I’ll do it.

First of all, don’t cry for me... too much.

Second, it was a pleasant surprise,

finding so many people devoted to their case here in the country.

I’m proud to have worked with you. I’ve learned a lot from you.

Doctor, aren’t you scared of going to Turkestan?

They have a cholera epidemics.

That’s the reason I’m going.

We need to fight it, no matter how bad it is.

Well, cheers.

Cheers.

This watch belonged to Yevgeniy Kuzmin.

Where did you get it?

From a dead body.

What dead body? Where did you find it?

A regular dead body. It was in the woods.

Did it have a head?

I don’t know. I took it from his wrist.

I see.

All right, my dear friend.

Either you tell me the whole truth right now,

or you’ll be charged with a ritualistic murder.

What is ritualistic?

The prosecutor will explain it to you.

And don’t think you’re going to jail.

They’ll hang you for this.

Here are the papers pertaining to the case you’re interested in.

Let’s take a look, your nobleness.

Of course.

A dead of purchase for Volovyi Luzhki,

the lot bordering Mr. Mitskevich’s lands from the south.

Bought by a Mr. Bezhin 18 months ago.

Now, the village of Bolshiy Kotly. It’s to the north.

Purchased also 18 months ago by the same gentleman...

Yes, looks like it’s the same Mr. Bezhin.

May I?

So the lands around the Mitskevich estate

were purchased by the same person.

Apparently.

Could you check is there are other papers in connection with this Bezhin?

Of course, but I’m afraid it will take some time.

It’s all right. I can wait.

Ok.

So you confess to this murder.

I do.

They paid me to deal with this...

- This... - Ethnographer?

Yes. To kill him.

Who paid you?

I don’t know his name. We met in the grove.

He said the young gentleman would be going home at night,

and I should kill him then.

He gave me the money up front, too.

All right. Go on.

I was waiting for him in the grove near the road.

When it got dark, I heard someone calling nd got ready.

Then I heard someone come running from the opposite side.

Who?

I don’t know. He sounded old.

He started shouting and demanding that the gentlemen moved out

and left this daughter of his alone.

What happened next?

Nothing. The old man stopped yelling and left, and I killed the guy.

And took his watch.

Yes.

Oh God.

What were you doing around the Mitskevich house?

I didn’t get the rest of the money. Just the advance payment.

I saw the client coming

to that house a few times.

So I wanted to catch him there

and talk to him one on one.

I see.

I found it, your nobleness. Here.

What’s this?

Mr. Bezhinov’s application to build a saw mill?

There are only two sawmill plants in our gubernia, detective.

They were both built in the middle of the last century

and work at quarter capacity.

So it’s a lucrative business. Whoever builds a saw mill...

Will get rich. You’re right.

However, Bezhin can’t do it without Mr. Mitskevich land

and woods.

I suppose he needs them badly.

Thank you for the valuable information.

Now we just need to find out who this Bezhin is.

I’m afraid I can’t help you with that.

This is police business.

We’ll investigate it.

Anna, I’m so glad to see you.

- Hello. - Hello.

I came to say goodbye.

I’m leaving.

Leaving? Where?

I can’t tell you.

No one can know that I’m leaving.

Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.

I’ll send you a letter when I’m there.

I will wait for your letter.

Goodbye.

I never had a friend like you.

Shall I see you again?

Of course.

When I’m back, everything will be different.

You will be married, you will be happy,

you will forget the past.

Please give my love to Anton Andreyevich.

Of course.

Anna, wait.

Take a book to read on your trip.

All right, Bezhins.

Bezhin, Nikolay. Bezhin, Nikifor. Bezhin, Ivan.

Bezhin, Bezhin, Bezhin. There’s at least 30 Bezhins here.

Never mind, Anton Andreyevich. I hope we’ll finish by the morning.

Yes. Bezhin, Aleksey Petrovich.

This sounds familiar. Aleksey Petrovich...

Father, Piotr Alekseyevich Bezhin.

Mother, Aglaya Pavlovna Turchaninova.

Turchaninova.

So he has his father’s name and his mother’s nobility status.

Folder 14.

“In connection with the termination of the parental lineage

Mr. Aleksey Petrovich Bezhin is allowed

to take on his mother’s last name, Turchaninov.”

The permission was granted one year ago.

The sly fox!

He buys the land under the name of Bezhin, then he pretends to be Turchaninov

who has nothing to do with it.

Do you think it was him?

I have no doubts. Send men to get him to the precinct.

Will do.

Guess whom I met today coming out of the church.

Let me think.

Come on, just tell me.

Our nihilist Skriabin.

What did he want there?

A certificate of confession.

And he needed it to get a marriage license.

I wonder who the lucky lady is.

Can’t you guess?

Anna Viktorovna?

Let’s go to our house.

Your accusations are ridiculous, gentlemen.

You must be really desperate.

I don’t see anything funny about it.

You needed Mitskevich’s land to build your saw mill.

You were going to get it by marrying Olga, but she rejected you.

She fell in love with someone else. It happens.

You weren’t going to give up.

You decided to kill two birds with one stone:

get rid of your rival and stage a horrible ritualistic murder,

which would allow you to get the land for a song.

Gentlemen, you forget I have an alibi.

I never left the room while the poor Kuzmin was being killed.

You had him killed by someone else.

When the game was over, you went to the woods,

found the body, and cut off his head

with your own two hands.

You put it on the Red Rock next to a symbol

that was supposed to point us towards the Cheremis.

But you did the symbol wrong.

The sun moves from east to west, not the other way around.

You have no proof.

Bring the suspect.

My God. I can’t believe it!

I should have guessed when she abandoned her idea so easily.

Ma’am, Anna Viktorovna’s clothes are missing.

And I found this behind the mirror.

“Dear Mother and Father,

I’m marrying Mr. Skriabin and going to Turkestan with him.

"Don’t be angry with me. Love you, Anna."

God, you were right.

Gentlemen, please do something!

Stop her, if it isn’t too late! Gentlemen!

We will do everything possible.

Take care of your mistress. Let’s go.

Gentlemen, please stop her!

Stop her!

Did this man pay you for killing Evgeniy Kuzmin?

Yes.

Go.

Congratulations, gentlemen.

My sincere congratulations.

Such a complicated case solved in three days!

We’re doing our best, Nikolay Vasilyevich. I have to say goodbye now.

I have some business to tend to.

Of course.

What kind of business is it, so late at night?

My secret is my prisoner.

If I let it out, I become the prisoner.

Do you think I can’t have any personal business?

Well, if it's personal, I won’t hold you up.

I’m happy to hear this, too.

I’ve been waiting for it for a while.

Good night, gentlemen.

Good night.

I should have guessed that Korobeynikov had a love interest.

You must have heard something, Yakov Platonovich.

Tell me!

I’ll have to disappoint you.

Anton Andreyevich doesn’t confide in me.

Of course.

He should think about a new apartment now.

I know him.

He’ll just come to me and say he is going to marry,

and the young couple has no place to live.

So if you find out anything, please let me know.

Well, cheers.

Gentlemen? What’s wrong?

Mr. Tregubov, my niece was kidnapped.

What did you say?

Were you promised to another bride?

No, father.

Were you promised to another man?

No.

I must say I’m confused, gentlemen.

If Anna Viktorovna wants to marry someone,

the police has no right to stop her.

We believe this Skriabin has kidnapped her.

You said she left a note for her family.

It doesn’t matter right now.

We need to take measures and stop them.

Have you been at the hospital?

Yes. They said they saw Anna getting into a carriage an hour ago.

They will probably go to St. Petersburg,

but first they will get married.

Where in Zatonsk can they have a secret wedding?

Secret?

There is this church on the city outskirts.

Father Amvrosiy shows understanding towards those

willing to get married without their parents’ blessing.

But I have no right to send people there.

Anna Viktorovna is an adult.

If you want to stick to your principles, we can do without you.

My authority will be enough.

Gentlemen, are you with me?

Yes, yes.

Servant of God Ioann,

I wed you to servant of God Anna

in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Servant of God Anna,

I wed you to servant of God Ioann

in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Holy father, stop!

THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN