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Do you know of any reason

that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony?

Yes, I do.

No. It’s a lie.

There is no reason. I’m marrying him on my own free will.

Father, go on.

Miss Mironova, by the authority of court investigation, I arrest you.

What? On what grounds?

On the charge of false predictions and false miracle working.

This is low. This is so low!

Shtolman, what are you doing?

Yes. Yakov Platonovich, this is... too much.

Gentlemen,

I’d gladly stay and watch your show till the end,

but I don’t have time for this.

Goodbye, Anna Viktorovna.

Don’t abandon me!

I’m sorry. I can’t help you anymore.

You’re under arrest.

Please follow me.

ALEKSANDRA NIKIFOROVA

DMITRIY FRID

SERGEY DRUZYAK

IRINA SIDOROVA ANDREY RYKLIN

BORIS KHVOSHNIANSKY ANDREY LUKYANOV

YULIYA TAKSHINA MAKSIM RADUGIN

NIKOLAY DENISOV YURI VNUKOV

ELENA POLYAKOVA

WRITTEN BY YEKATERINA PACHIKOVA

CHIEF WRITER - ANNA RULEVSKAYA

DIRECTED BY VITALIY BORDACHIOV

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 33 THE OTHER WOMAN

Anton Andreyevich, wake up.

Anton Andreyevich.

- Pelageya Ivanovna. - You look surprised.

I feel as if I was fast asleep.

Well, small wonder.

Together!

Together, till death do us part.

Whatever you say, Anton Andreyevich. Your breakfast.

Funny.

I still can’t believe it.

What is it?

- Who is it? - Me.

- Me who? - Constable Chernyshev, your nobleness.

What are you need?

Miss Mironova was going to elope with this...

The new doctor, whatever his name is.

- Skriabin. - That’s right.

But Mr. Shtolman stopped them and arrested Miss Mironova.

I see. Anything else?

- I’ll be at the precinct in 30 minutes. - Yes, sir.

Did you hear the news?

Yes.

When will Shtolman stop interfering with Anna’s personal life

and live her alone?

The accusation is obviously ridiculous,

but I’m sure Yakov Platonovich will say it was for Anna Viktorovna’s sake,

to protect her from Whirlpool.

I think Anna would be safer if she got married and left the town.

Anna Viktorovna and Ivan Yevgenyevich.

Yeah...

Who would have thought?

Anton Andreyevich, tell me...

do you have feelings for Anna?

Why would you say that?

Don’t you believe me?

Don’t you believe I love you?

My only dream is to dedicate every minute of my life

to make you happy...

my dear Pelageya.

Did you tell the constable you’d come back in 30 minutes?

Breakfast?

My angel.

Well...

I still think you paid too much

for the power station.

Are you going somewhere?

For a walk or maybe shopping. I haven’t decided yet.

You are forbidden from leaving the house.

I'm not following this stupid rule.

Anna.

You have to understand.

You are under arrest.

A house arrest, but still an arrest.

You cannot leave the house

or correspond with anyone.

I vouched for you.

You don’t want to go to jail, do you?

This is stupid. No one is going to send me to jail.

Believe me, they will.

The charges against you are quite serious.

This is stupid.

You think I don’t know why you are suddenly so law-abiding?

You are just happy that Shtolman stopped me from leaving.

But I will leave.

I will find a way to escape from this prison.

I didn’t think I’d ever say that but...

I’m grateful to Shtolman.

I’m grateful to him, too,

little as he deserves it.

Mironova didn’t hurt anyone. Let her go!

Satrap! "Oprichnik!"

Hey, go home!

Hey, Shtolman! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?

Gentlemen, let me pass.

No, my dear sir.

I’m here to represent the public, so please answer me.

On what grounds did you arrest Anna Viktorovna?

Who filed the complaint?

Mr. Rebushinsky, you will get your explanation in due time.

It’s the 19th century, sir!

Satrap! Inquisitor.

Nikolay Vasilyevich. Hello.

Yakov Platonovich,

I always thought you were a complicated man but...

a decent one.

I don’t want to pry,

but I believe you used to care about Anna Viktorovna.

You can rest assured that I still do.

What got into you, then?

Why this stupid, nonsensical arrest?

I am not your boss and can’t demand explanations,

but I am a state official, and I have the right to know.

All right, I will explain.

That was good, ma’am.

Turn your chin a little bit to the right. Stay like this!

Smile, I’m begging you.

You have a charming smile.

All right. Sir, give your wife an adoring look.

Just don’t close your eyes.

All right.

And the last thing.

Hand in hand.

Good.

How much longer? My feet are going to sleep.

Jean, have patience. I want a wedding photograph.

And you are absolutely right.

Life is short and art is eternal.

Don’t move and keep smiling.

Here goes.

That’s it.

I think it will be a great picture.

Your works are much better that Mr. Beliayev’s.

Mr. Beliayev is a great photographer, I’m sure.

His equipment is definitely out of date.

Is it true you studied photography in Paris.

Nonsense!

I studied in London.

Did you see the queen?

As I see you, ma’am.

My mentor, Mr. Robinson, was ordered a ceremonial portrait.

The queen herself!

- Incredible. - Yes.

Well, the photographs will be ready in a few days.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

You mean...

this devil incarnate is chasing...

Yes. She won’t be safe as long as he is on the loose.

Are you sure you aren’t exaggerating?

All I know is you’ve prevented her from marrying a good man.

Do you suspect him?

No.

I have made inquiries.

I couldn’t let Anna Viktorovna go with him

and put herself in danger.

I believe you aren’t honest with me, Yakov Platonovich.

I have just violated my orders

by telling you about Whirlpool.

Anton Andreyevich knows everything. Do you trust him?

I see.

Anton Andreyevich knows.

Whirlpool almost killed him.

I had to tell him the truth.

Vania is here.

I’m so sorry for being late.

An urgent commission, Masha.

Yevgeniy.

So nice to see you.

You know, it’s as if nobody in this town has ever had their photographs taken.

Let’s have a drink.

Where is Lena?

Lena? Lena is a bit under the weather. A migraine.

She sends her apologies

and says she missed you a lot and hopes to see you soon.

- It’s a shame. - Yeah...

- We missed her, too. - Yes.

Vania, tell me how you like it here.

What do you think of this town?

It’s just a town. Nothing special.

But we have already settled down, and you know what?

It’s so nice to live under your own roof.

Don’t get too comfortable in this house, Vania.

You won’t stay there forever.

You’re right.

Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth.

- I remember. - Let’s have a drink.

Yevgeniy, come on.

I missed you so much.

And you, too, Masha.

Tell me all about Moscow.

Moscow...

- Moscow is beautiful. - Mr. Timofeyev, can I talk to you?

Excuse me.

What happened?

A disaster. A fire at your house.

Oh God.

I’m sorry.

I have to go. Excuse me.

Where is he going?

Let me pass!

It’s my laboratory! You dot understand!

It’s my laboratory!

Let me pass! My plates are there!

Do you realize it?

"Miss Mironova, by the authority of court investigation, I arrest you

on the charge of false predictions and false miracle working."

Is it my wife?

She isn’t in the house.

Don’t jump to conclusions.

The body is scorched, as you can see.

It’s impossible to identify it at present.

Let’s wait for the forensic report.

It might be one of the house help.

It can’t be. We don’t have help. It’s a vestige of the past.

Lena was alone at home.

Where were you?

At the restaurant, meeting with our friends from Moscow.

Lena was supposed to go, too, but she had a headache.

Right.

What could she be doing in the shed?

It’s my laboratory.

Lena often helped me with developing

and printing.

The fire brigade has established that the fire had started inside the shed.

It caught almost immediately. Were there any chemical reagents?

Yes.

If they caught fire, they could have exploded.

Looks like that’s exactly what happened.

Your nobleness, the shed lock.

The door has burned, but the iron...

The door was unlocked. Why didn’t she run outside?

She must have suffocated.

Your nobleness, come here.

What now?

This is horrible.

Why do I have to make all the decisions?

I can’t stand it anymore.

Annette, please don’t do it. You’ve startled me.

Uncle, I need your help.

All right.

Can you give this to Andrey Petrovich?

- Who? - Kliuyev.

I know I’m not supposed to correspond with anyone.

That’s why I’m asking you to help.

You want to make me your accomplice.

Uncle!

At least you could stop fooling around.

My child...

I don’t know. You’ve given us all a good scare.

This thing you’ve done... You have to understand it.

Casting in your lot with God knows who, going to Turkestan...

I don’t know if I should accede to any request of yours.

And this?

No, really!

Open it and read. I’m not hiding anything.

So now you have lost your mind, too.

I don’t read other people’s letters.

I have enough of correspondence of my own.

Zakataykin keeps writing to me.

- Uncle! - This tax and that tax...

Uncle, please. I’m begging you!

Just give this letter to Andrey Petrovich.

- Please. - Annette!

Anna!

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Looks like your wife wasn’t alone.

I don't understand. I don’t know how it happened.

Maybe she had a visitor while you were away.

No.

She didn’t know anyone here.

We’ve only been in Zatonsk one month.

Anton Andreyevich!

- Do you have something to tell me? - Yes.

There was a visitor. A man.

A man?

How did he look?

It was dark. I didn’t see his face.

But I’m sure he was her lover.

What makes you think that?

Who else would it be?

It wasn’t the first time I saw him here.

The husband would go out,

and the wife would sneak into the shed, and then the lover would join her.

- Not the first time, you say? - Yes.

I didn’t like her one bit.

Her uncle left her the house and the money,

and she didn’t even come to the funeral.

Take the bodies to the hospital.

Thank you, my dear.

Go home.

Good morning, Yegor Kuzmich.

Have you heard about the Timofeyev fire?

Of course I have. It’s the talk of the town.

Such a disaster!

It’s good for our studio, though.

What do you mean?

Well...

The laboratory is gone.

He won’t be able to work anymore.

What are you implying?

That I benefit from it?

Are you saying I am the arsonist?

No, no, not at all!

Maybe you did it!

Young people blow up anything they don’t like these days.

It wasn’t me.

Watch it!

You said both bodies had burnt to the bone.

Was the fire so big?

This Timofeyev had set up a laboratory at the shed.

It looks like some reagents had exploded.

It took the fire brigade a while to arrive and put it out.

We’ve been telling the governor we needed to reinforce the brigade,

but this peacock won’t lift a finger until his own mansion burns.

Wait. Do you believe it was a murder?

I’m sure Timofeyeva had a lover.

The husband, made sure he looked surprised at seeing two bodies,

but I’m sure he knew.

Even the neighbor knew Timofeyeva was seeing a man.

How could he have arranged it?

A time bomb.

Or maybe mixing some reagents

and calculating how long the reaction would take.

Yegor Kuzmich.

What is it?

Maybe...

we should take advantage of the situation after all.

What do you mean?

I don’t know.

Renovate the studio, buy some new equipment.

Do you know what kind of camera Timofeyev has?

Photography is an art, you know.

Painting with light.

I’ve mastered this art, and Timofeyev hasn’t.

Yes? Come in.

Please accept my condolences, Ivan Andreyevich.

Such a horrible disaster.

But I’m sure your talent will prevail.

Yegor Kuzmich, could you help me out?

My laboratory has been destroyed. I have this urgent commission.

I need to develop and print the photographs.

I don’t want to let down my clients, so I thought...

I understand.

Don’t worry, I’ll do it.

Thank you.

Here, please take this.

What is this, sir? Keep your money.

I’m not going to take it.

Camphor!

- Aleksandr Frantsevich. - What can I do for you?

Two bodies were brought in last night. Is the report ready?

Of course not. I’m doing rounds, as you can see.

Your bodies will have to wait.

I’m afraid it can’t wait.

Yakov Platonovich, Skriabin has left,

and Anna Viktorovna is under house arrest.

On your orders, I might add. I’m all alone here, you see.

I understand.

Then don’t expect me to do the impossible.

What if I allowed Anna Viktorovna to come back?

Do that, and then we’ll talk.

Lena and I have known each other since the Bestuzhev Women’s School.

I met Ivan Andreyevich, her husband,

when they came back to St. Petersburg from London.

- London? - Yes, London.

Ivan was studying photography there,

and Yelena visited often,

because her parents were the followers if the Doctrine.

Excuse me, what Doctrine?

- The Doctrine is the light of truth. - The light of truth!

It’s the teachings of Yelena Blavatsky.

She organized a theosophy school in London.

You must have heard about it.

So, Yelena’s parents were her followers.

Not just followers but her closest allies.

- Sorry. - Yeah...

Blavatsky had been grooming Lena since she was a little girl.

She believed Lena had strong spiritual...

Power.

Yes. Spiritual power.

All these mystical societies mushrooming around!

It’s insane.

Did Yelena’s husband share her devotion

to this Doctrine of yours?

- Of course. - Of course.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have married him.

Only a like-minded man could become her spouse.

I see.

So...

So it was a harmonious marriage, wasn’t it?

Did Yelena share her husband’s passion

for photography?

Photography?

Photography.

Not at all. At least, Lena had never mentioned it.

Did she mention her lover?

What?

Did she have an inclination toward adultery?

What?

This is an ugly lie!

- Easy, easy. - It’s...

Who told you that?

Lena wasn’t like this at all.

A lover! How vulgar.

Now, now.

Hello.

Hello.

- Mironova! - Hello.

Mironova.

I’m going to the admission ward. You can’t come in.

Stay here.

They assigned a constable to follow her.

What a shame.

Anna Viktorovna! I’m glad you’re here.

- Hello, doctor. - Hello.

Please start seeing patients. I need to do an urgent postmortem.

Another murder?

No. Two bodies were found at the fire site.

- But one is out of place, as far as I know. - What do you mean, out of place?

Only one person was supposed to be in the house, but two died there.

Where was the fire?

Where? It’s all that Zatonsk talks about!

Last night at the photographer’s. Haven’t you heard?

Alas, doctor, I haven’t had a chance

to learn the news for the last few days.

You’re right.

Yakov Platonovich has been treating you outrageously, to say the least.

At least he didn’t burn me at the stake like in the Middle Ages.

A blessing in disguise.

Where have you been?

I was expecting you at lunch. It has gone cold.

I’m sorry. I was busy.

You are always busy. You’re never at home.

You have abandoned me here, turned me into a servant!

At least before I used to be paid for it.

Liza, dear, don’t start it.

Don’t start what?

I’d like to see you being confined within four walls all day.

You promised me that we would go out to concerts, shows...

And what did you do?

Locked me in a cage. I don’t have a life!

What have I done to deserve it?

I’m sorry. Forgive me. It’s all my fault.

I promise we will go somewhere really soon.

I swear.

You smell of perfume.

Oh God. What are you talking about?

You think I’m a fool?

Are you going to go behind my back and abandon me?

No, sirree!

Yakov Platonovich,

if Mrs. Timofeyeva had had a lover, as you claim,

she definitely hadn’t spent her last minutes with him.

What do you mean, doctor?

Both bodies are female.

I’ve always admired your sense of humor.

Are you sure?

Yakov Platonovich, I can tell a female body from a male one.

Which one of them is Timofeyeva?

This is the hard question.

Both women were roughly

the same age and height.

Both had good teeth.

No dentures or fillings.

I don’t know which one of them is Timofeyeva.

The only thing I’m sure about is

that they had both been married.

I’m glad you’re feeling better.

My cough isn’t as bad as it used to be, thanks to you, Anna Viktorovna.

Keep taking the tincture I have prescribed.

Thank you.

Tell the next patient to come in.

Andrey Petrovich.

Anna Viktorovna, I have received your note.

Can I believe my luck?

Yes.

I will marry you.

Please accept this ring.

What a beautiful gem.

It’s a Ceylon ruby.

I’ve been wanting to see it

on your hand for a while.

May I?

Andrey Petrovich,

I promise I’ll be a loyal wife to you,

but please don’t demand passionate love from me.

And please take me away from this city as soon as possible.

Even though you only agreed to it under the circumstances,

I promise you won’t regret your decision.

Your word is my command.

We will get married and leave immediately.

One of you is the poor photographer’s wife, right?

I see. What do you want?

What does it all mean?

I must say I’m surprised you suddenly agreed

to this bachelor dinner.

As far as I remember, Liza is a great cook.

Not anymore.

Apparently, it’s beneath her now.

I see.

“I don’t want to be a noble woman anymore. I want to be the sea queen.”

They are all like that, Vitia.

Hire a housemaid.

I have made a horrible mistake.

An irreparable one.

You say that because she stopped cooking for you.

We are too different.

Do you want to leave her?

How? Petia.

How can I do it?

She fell in love with me,

entrusted herself to me, moved in with me openly.

No, Piotr.

She is my cross,

and I’ll have to bear it till the end of my days.

Viktor.

I think I can relieve you from this burden.

Just trust me.

My friend.

Another glass of rice vodka.

How is it possible, Mr. Timofeyev?

You, a photographer, have never taken any pictures of your wife?

Well, Lena didn’t like to sit for portraits.

She believed that every photograph

was stealing a part of your soul.

It didn’t stop her from helping you at the laboratory.

No. It didn’t.

She was convinced everyone should do what they believe right.

You still have no theories as for who the other woman might be?

Some gentleman is eager to see you. He says it’s about the Timofeyeva case.

Let him come in.

Hello, officers.

I was told you were investigating the Timofeyeva case.

Do you have some information?

I’m ready to answer your questions.

And could you please tell me how I come into legacy?

- Exuse me? - I must say...

I’m not familiar with the procedure.

What legacy?

Here.

The late lady’s last will.

A will!

Yelena Ilyinichna bequeaths all her movables and immovable

to Pavel Viktorovich Irisov.

Yes. That’s me.

How dare you? Gentlemen, it’s a fake!

Not at all.

This is a completely legitimate document signed by Yelena herself.

I have her letters.

I suppose you have samples of her handwriting, too.

She had recently come into her late uncle’s legacy.

Isn’t that right?

How are you related to Mrs. Timofeyeva?

We loved each other.

You said you had her letters.

Did she give you any photographs, too?

Stop it. Don’t you see it’s a fraud?

The police will look into it, Ivan Andreyevich. Don’t worry.

So, do you?

Of course I have Yelena’s photograph.

I always carry it with me.

Close to heart.

She was absolutely uninhibited.

Don’t you dare!

Don’t you dare sully my wife’s memory!

- Don’t you dare! - Gentlemen!

- Don’t you dare. - What’s going on, gentlemen?

Control yourself! Be a gentleman.

Is this your wife?

Yes.

I’m glad we’re clear on this.

There were two bodies in the shed.

What?

There were two bodies in the shed.

They didn’t tell you?

Gentlemen.

Stop! Where do you think you’re going?

Stop!

Help!

So you aren’t from here, Mr. Irisov.

Where do you live?

Moscow.

Is that where you met Mrs. Timofeyeva?

Yes. Six months ago.

Did you visit her in Zatonsk?

When was the last time?

I see. You want to know where I was on the day she died.

In Moscow, at my apartment, with my friends.

They will confirm it.

I can give you the names and addresses.

Definitely. But first tell us about Yelena Ilyinichna.

What was she like?

She was gay and full of life.

She liked good food and dancing.

Dancing?

How about philosophy?

Soul searching?

As far as we know, she was in a theosophical society.

Has she ever mentioned Blavatsky?

I don’t think so. Is that some relative of hers?

No! You have betrayed me!

Betrayer!

You sleazebag!

How is our patient?

Delirious.

That’s understandable. It’s the concussion.

I’m sure the prognosis is optimistic.

- Yes, doctor. He got off lightly. - No...

We’ll keep an eye on him.

Keep an eye?

You’re watching me!

Is he your husband?

- He’s mine. - No, he’s mine.

You again!

No! Please don’t!

Please go away.

Anna Viktorovna, you’re needed there.

Are you all right?

Should I bring you water?

Keep an eye on him.

If he doesn’t get better in an hour, give him another camphor injection.

All right? Thank you.

Hello. Did you want to see the doctor?

Come in.

Come on in.

Please let me do my job.

How do you feel?

What is your complaint?

Excuse me, Miss Mironova...

I don’t know where to start.

Shall I bring Dr. Milts?

No. I need you.

Please take a look at this.

What is it?

Photographs.

I have developed Mr. Timofeyev’s plates

since his laboratory had been destroyed.

I never believed in all this mystic stuff, but now...

Do you see this, too?

So I’m not going mad.

THE OTHER WOMAN