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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

ELENA POLYAKOVA

WRITTEN BY IVAN LIUBENKO

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

Nicolaescu doesn’t work very well as a stage name.

EPISODE 36 THE INVENTOR OF DEATH

Besides, nobody remembers anymore

that it was the Emperor’s Theaters’ diva’s real name.

She came to Zatonsk to get rid of a little complication.

- I believe you know what it means. - Quite.

I knew who the woman who killed herself at our hotel was,

and I was writing a sensational story.

But you never published it.

- Exactly. - Why is that?

Some people of high standing asked me not to.

The body was shipped to St. Petersburg in a rush,

and it was announced that she died at her house from influenza complications.

I believe the same people

ordered prosecutor Verner to close the case quickly.

I don’t believe you’re going to tell me who these people were.

They didn’t give me their names,

but believe me, I wouldn’t dare defy their orders.

Why do you think Miss Mirani chose to come to Zatonsk?

For discretion, I believe.

Besides, her agent Mr. Rtishchev was originally from here.

I believe he had arranged it.

Rtishchev?

Was he her agent?

Yes.

He is selling tickets at the county theater now.

He went bankrupt after that tour Mirani was unable to go on because she died.

God, what a voice! What a gift!

Is it him?

I believe there is no doubt.

The recent murders are connected with this old case.

And these letters!

You won’t be able to get rid of me this time.

I’ll treat this case the way I believe necessary,

and I’ll catch this devil.

Of course.

Good night, gentlemen.

You look worried.

Just look at this.

These letters again.

Didn’t you try to convince me this morning

that Whirlpool had nothing to do with the Korostyliova and Verner murders?

I’m absolutely sure he hadn’t.

What about these letters?

They were found on late Verner’s table among his papers.

These are the initials of a woman.

Gabriella Mirani.

The singer who died in St. Petersburg

in her prime?

The very same.

She was famous for singing Carmen,

but she died not in St. Petersburg but here in Zatonsk.

Her real name was Gabriella Nicolaescu.

All three murders are connected with her.

Three?

Rtishchev was her agent.

I don’t know if I should be happy or upset.

Happy, Anton Andreyevich.

At least the killer doesn’t use hypnosis.

He takes revenge on everyone

he believes responsible of Nicolaescu’s death.

Rtishchev brought her to Zatonsk and introduced her to the midwife,

the midwife gave her the Stellera tincture,

and Verner closed the case.

The killer uses exotic methods,

but he is driven by ordinary human feelings.

Yes.

I believe I know who the poor bastard is.

The grieving father of the unborn baby.

He was deprived of what’s important in this life.

He was picturing

what his baby would be like,

how he would raise it,

take it on walks, read nursery rhymes,

play the tag game...

He was being tormented,

anguished,

and then finally he lost his mind.

I believe midwives who do such things

should be severely punished.

This isn’t what you were saying this morning.

What does it matter what I was saying?

THE LANGE CLINIC

"Meine liebste Nina."

Unfortunately, your husband forbade me to apply electrical treatment.

He believes that method to be barbaric.

So I’ll have to use different ones.

They are less effective, but Mr. Shtolman isn’t going to find out about them.

Unless you tell him.

And if you do, it would mean you aren’t mad.

I’m waiting for a detailed dossier on Gabriella Nicolaescu from St. Petersburg.

She was better known as Gabriela Mirani.

I believe it won’t be easy to find the killer.

It has been seven years since she died.

And?

And what?

And do you need my help?

I don’t dare to ask you for it.

Yakov Platonovich, you’re unbearable.

You don’t dare to ask, you can’t suggest, you are too shy to want...

We’ll never be happy together if you act like this.

And the killer will stay on the loose.

You’re even more beautiful when you’re angry.

Do you need my help or not?

I believe you’ve made your decision.

It would be nice if you asked me for it.

I do ask you.

I believe you and I could make a great detective team.

We could open a detective bureau and call it Anna and the Spirits...

in one of the European capitals.

You’re thinking about our future. That’s nice.

Anna Viktorovna! They are waiting for you.

Yes, I’m coming.

Goodbye, Yakov Platonovich.

What’s this?

Sugar.

Yes.

From the sugar bowl on your master`s desk.

Anton Andreyevich. What are you doing here?

An investigatory experiment.

And these?

- I don’t know. - You don’t?

I’ll tell you. It’s grounded rubies.

The jeweler confirmed it.

Mr. Rtishchev’s stomach was cut with these rubies

after he had some tea with this sugar.

Do you think I did it?

Who else?

You said no one else was living in the house.

I swear it wasn’t me. Where would I get the rubies from?

All right.

You can go. Just don’t live the town.

Is she lying?

I don’t think it’s that simple, Anton Andreyevich.

The victims die after doing some routine things.

Rtishchev had a cup of tea with sugar.

Korostyliova picked up her milk bottles.

But Verner doesn’t fit into your pattern.

He didn’t drop the bomb into his own chimney.

What if he just put a log into the fire?

He might have.

And...

It was filled with case shot.

Yes. It could be the only sensible explanation.

Miss Polina.

Andrey Petrovich, hello. I heard you were leaving.

Yes. I am.

I knew you had a big library, but I didn’t know how big.

Maybe you would agree to sell me some books for my store.

Yes.

I have a lot of books.

And I don’t need any of them anymore.

You can’t treat books like this.

Books are rubbish, like everything else in this life.

What matters are our wishes and their power.

"The Antiquities of the Russian State."

It’s a treasure.

Take them all.

You don’t have to pay for them.

Money is rubbish too.

Thank you.

Since you’re so kind, could you offer me a cup of tea?

I’m so cold.

Of course.

Thank you.

Chief of police?

Hello, Grigoriy.

Sit down.

How do you know my name?

As the chief of police,

I am supposed to know everything.

How long have you been here?

Half an hour. What are you doing here?

I was just passing by.

Do you want to know the truth?

I got a report this morning

about a pickpocket in this part of town.

I’m following him.

By yourself?

Sometimes I do that.

Did you see anyone suspicious?

No. I didn’t look.

You didn’t? I see.

So you feel no inclination for detective work.

What’s this?

Nothing special.

It’s my poems.

Poems? You write poetry? Good.

Will you read it to me?

Come on.

All right. Just don’t be too harsh on me.

“The happiness is not forever,

And nothing is under the Moon.

The day turns into bad weather

In the blue haze.

You never thought and never believed

That this is how it was going to be.

You tried to dissuade the whole world

And defend what you believed in.”

I know it needs polishing.

No. This is beautiful poetry.

I’ve never heard anything better.

Why are you sitting here?

You might catch a cold.

Whatever you say, your nobleness.

“You never thought and never believed

That this is how it was going to be.”

My son...

I don’t know how to thank you, Andrey Petrovich.

You’re so generous.

- I was happy to oblige. - I'll send a cabman to collect the books.

You don’t have to. I’ll bring them tomorrow.

It might do me some good. I have a horrible headache.

- I noticed you weren’t yourself. - No, you’re mistaken.

No, you’re right.

I’ve lost everything I loved.

But I was rewarded for it.

You might laugh at me,

you might think I’m a madman,

but the universe is following my will.

It happens sometimes.

Catch your chance while you can.

I feel I can get anything I want.

So the universe is on your side.

Do you have any books on astrology? It’s in vogue right now.

I had some. Let me look for it.

Here it is.

I found it.

"The Mirror of Secret Sciences?"

Incredible! Thank you.

I hope you have brought good news, gentlemen.

Mrs. Verner, is this the only fireplace in the house?

No. There is another one in the dining room on the second floor.

Who supplies the firewood? Whose duty is it?

Prokhor the valet.

We believe that your husband

could have put a log filled with case shot into the fire.

Which was planted in the wood basket by someone else.

Follow me, gentlemen.

Here he is. Prokhor.

Did you bring firewood to the study

on the day Lev Lvovich died?

No, ma’am, I only checked it.

- The basket was full. - See?

And you didn’t add any logs into the basket?

- I... - Did you plan to murder your master?

Listen, Prokhor has been with us for over ten years.

No, Miss, this won’t do.

Your voice has to raise from here, from the diaphragm.

I’m sure he couldn’t be involved into my husband’s murder.

Olga Matveyevna, you can never be sure about anyone.

How can one live without trust?

I’m sorry, Mrs. Verner. It’s our job to suspect everyone.

Who is singing in the other room?

It’s Zoya, my daughter.

She wanted to take singing lessons, so she’s torturing poor Mr. Nikolayev.

Even now, when we’re in mourning,

she insists on proceeding with her lessons.

Was he here on the day that your husband died?

Of course.

Why didn’t you tell us about it?

I didn’t think it was important.

You said the bomb was dropped through a chimney.

Everything is important.

What is the teacher’s name?

Adrian Bogdanovich.

We’ll need to question him, too.

A cup of tea, Piotr Ivanovich?

Just looking at you,

listening to your voice...

I don’t know what to say.

Tell me everything...

that’s on your mind.

Tell me.

It is wrong that I entertain you while Viktor isn’t home.

Enough. Enough of this hypocrisy.

It is hypocrisy.

What do you feel for me?

Tell me.

Believe me, a lot depends on it.

I...

had thoughts about you.

All right.

I dreamed about you.

We were...

What?

Walking around St. Petersburg.

We were on the Nevskiy...

...Avenue.

Liza?

What a disgrace! Viktor, it’s not what you think it is.

- I We were just sitting here! - Shut up!

I abandoned my family because of you!

How dare you?

- Viktor! - Shut up!

- Viktor! - I said shut up.

- Viktor! - Shut up!

Please don’t get all steamed up, brother.

- Please calm down. - Calm down?

How could you even think about doing this?

Viktor, let me explain. Please!

Not another word!

I’ll send for my things.

Viktor.

I came in at noon. The wood basket was full.

Did anyone else come into the study that day?

No one but the family.

If there were a visitor, I would bring them in myself.

How long have you been with the Verners?

Ten years, I think. No, twelve.

I remember their youngest, Grigoriy, was born soon after I had been hired.

Nikolayev, Adrian Bogdanovich.

- Exactly, sir. - Nikolayev.

From Chisinau?

Nicolaescu?

That’s what I used to be called.

Is Gabi Nicolaescu a relative of yours?

I don’t have relatives with this name.

Nicolaescu is a very common name back home.

- How long have you been in town? - Six months.

- And before that? - At the county theater. I was fired.

- Why? - For drinking.

Do you know cashier Rtishchev?

Who doesn’t?

He was an important man.

Selling free passes under the counter. The bastard.

"Ubi culpa est ibi poena subbesse debet."

Please translate.

Where there is fault there the punishment should be.

What have I done?

I loved Viktor so much,

and now I feel that I love you, too.

An emotional tumult.

It happens.

What will happen to me now?

Your brother will stop paying for the apartment.

I’ll be on the street!

Don’t worry about that. Don’t worry.

Will you help me?

Of course, my child. You have nothing to worry about.

Shall we go to St. Petersburg?

St. Petersburg?

Why not?

Who are your bets on, gentlemen?

Nikolayev.

You’ll see, he is related to the singer.

She was born in Chisinau, too.

And he had an opportunity to kill Rtishchev.

He could have killed him many times in a less complicated way.

They worked at the same theater.

Yes, but I suspect the valet.

He is such a simple and upstanding guy.

Quiet waters run deep.

God knows what he has on his mind.

We don’t have proofs that any of them is guilty.

We will as soon as we have the singer’s dossier.

Let them both stay in jail.

there is something else that’s bothering me, gentlemen.

Why did the murders happen now?

Good night.

With your permission, I have to go.

Right.

Olga Matveyevna.

Kolia, we need to talk. Grisha said you were at his school today.

He’s a wonderful boy.

A true Tregubov.

He looks like my uncle Ivan Dormidontovich.

A tall and handsome man.

He died young, though. Drunk himself to death.

Make sure Grisha doesn’t take interest in drinking.

Let me remind you he is a Verner,

and he will always think Lev Lvovich was his father.

I told Grisha that you and Lev used to be friends,

but please don’t ever bother him again.

Don’t make me regret telling you.

All right. I will stay silent.

But, excuse me, I have to see him sometimes.

He is my son.

- We will talk about it later. - When?

When the police finds my husband’s killer and everything settles down.

Spirit of Gabriella Mirani, reveal yourself.

Spirit of Gabriella Mirani, reveal yourself.

You said he was in danger. Who did you mean?

Why did you kill yourself?

You could have had other children.

I don’t understand.

Who is trying to avenge you?

Who killed Verner and the others?

Whirlpool!

“You never thought and never believed

That this is how it was going to be.

You tried to dissuade the whole world

And defend what you believed in.”

What do you think?

What?

The poem.

To tell you the truth, I didn’t like it.

Why is that?

He repeats the word “believed” as if there are no other words.

You stupid man. You don’t know first thing about poetry.

And to think you graduated from grammar school with distinction.

Anna Viktorovna, good morning.

Good morning, Nikolay Vasilyevich. Is Yakov Platonovich here?

No. He’s doing a search.

- And Anton Andreyevich? - He’s also there.

Why don’t you join me for a cup of tea?

I’m sorry, Nikolay Vasilyevich, I’m in a hurry.

Could you take a message for me?

Of course.

Thanks.

Would you like to listen to a poem?

I would. Next time, if you don’t mind.

I’m in a hurry.

Please give this to him as soon as he comes back.

I will.

It’s important. Thank you.

“You tried to dissuade the whole world

And defend what you believed in.”

My son.

- Did you find anything at Mr. Nikolayev’s? - A collection of dirty postcards.

Anything good at Prokhor’s?

Some Old Rite books. Nothing interesting.

Not a single lead.

To the precinct?

Go.

- Stop. - Whoa.

I’ll only be a few minutes.

Wait for me here.

Anna?

Is something wrong?

You need to know this, too.

No, you shouldn’t go to the hospital.

Stay here until Yakov Platonovich and Anton Andreyevich come back.

Here we are in plain sight and thus safe.

Come inside.

Thank you, ma’am. It’s a cold day.

Gabriella Mirani.

How did she know?

Spirits know many things.

They don’t always want to share them, though.

All right...

All right...

Here...

Gabriella Mirani. Had a debut at the Nevskiy Theater.

Famous for the parts of Carmen and Rosina.

Engaged to Andrey Zolotnitsky, never married...

Died in St. Petersburg in 1887 of influenza.

Who is Zolotnitsky?

Sir, you can’t go in there.

He is my friend. Let him pass.

Miss Polina, I’ve brought your books.

Thank you.

Did you know Gabriella Mirani, by any chance?

Don’t come closer. I’ll shoot.

Shoot. I’m invincible.

Andrey Petrovich, don’t.

Don’t do that.

You will be mine anyway.

Go.

Yakov Platonovich,

when will the singer’s dossier come?

Any day now.

I can’t wait.

I’d like to know which of these two we should give more attention.

We need to solve this case as soon as possible.

I believe none of them is our culprit.

Only one of them could have planted the log with the case shot.

Mrs. Verner said nobody was in the house but the music teacher.

Anton Andreyevich, go easy on the dessert.

What if the log was planted earlier?

It’s impossible.

The culprit’s timing was perfect.

He knew Verner would retire to his study after dinner

and rest in his armchair at the fireplace behind the closed door.

I understand

we don’t view Mr. Verner’s family as suspects?

What?

His wife? His children?

Are you out of your mind, Mr. Shtolman?

Your nobleness, an accident at the book store.

- What happened? - Murder.

Pelageya!

- What happened? - I think he was stabbed.

Pelageya, you’re alive! Thank God!

Pelageya?

Don’t touch anything. Don’t move the body.

What’s wrong with her?

Wake up!

She was hypnotized, Anton Andreyevich.

Thank God. Pelageya?

Miss, what’s going on here?

The constable was murdered. Who did this?

What’s wrong with me?

- What? - Anton?

Yes? I’m here. What is it?

I don’t remember anything.

Merkulov.

- This is the murder weapon. - What?

The victim is constable Merkulov.

Yakov Platonovich, you had assigned him to Anna Viktorovna.

Was she here?

Yakov Platonovich, I don’t remember anything.

Don’t worry about it.

God, I’m such a scatterbrain.

She left a note for you this morning.

Don’t be afraid of anything. I’m here.

- What does it say? - All three were killed by Whirlpool.

God, look! Her hat!

Anna was here.

The gloves.

Mirani, Gabriella.

Did you talk to her about Gabriella?

Yakov Platonovich, I don’t remember anything.

Andrey Zolotnitsky.

What’s going on here?

Andrey Petrovich, what are you doing?

You seemed a kind and noble man.

You were mistaken.

You killed a man. What’s wrong with you?

I didn’t kill him.

It was fate.

You killed him.

Everybody was saying that.

Professor Kashchenko and other doctors.

But I was saner than any of them.

The universe talked to me. I heard the voice of the Creator!

And now? Do you hear it again?

Yes, finally. It had stayed silent for seven years.

Come on!

Seven years? Seven?

She was talking about you!

She wanted me to save you!

Gabriela Mirani. Did you know her?

I loved her. She betrayed me.

When my father lost his fortune, he killed himself and my mother.

I was in the hospital

when she took the Stellera.

She got rid of your baby!

Silence!

I lost them both.

She was remorseful.

She killed herself.

It had nothing to do with remorse.

The Stellera tincture burned her vocal cords.

She lost her voice.

Go!

We have blocked the roads. They couldn’t have left the city.

They are here somewhere.

No. I don’t believe you killed three people.

I don’t believe it.

They died because it was my wish.

No! I don’t believe you.

You’ll have to.

Only I decide who lives and who dies.

All I have to do is give an order.

God, I loved you so much.

I thought with you I could forget everything.

But you deceived me, too.

Andrey Petrovich, don’t do this.

The police will get to you sooner or later.

Let me go and save your own life.

Why live?

Don’t you think this enterprise isn’t worth the effort?

Do you recognize it?

The culprit was here all along.

The witnesses claim Kliuyev was with them that night

and never went out.

You forget the hypnosis, Anton Andreyevich.

Right.

I’ll turn this town upside down and find this bastard.

There will be no sleeping tonight. Follow me, quick.

Wait! Have you checked the basement?

The basement?

- Have you checked the basement? - We couldn’t find the key.

Idiots. Break the door!

Anna!

Yakov, I’m here!

I think your friends are here.

Well, I’ve got a surprise for them.

No!

I’ll unscrew this valve, and in minutes he will blow up.

No!

- What is this noise? - The steam engine!

They are in there.

- Please don’t do that! - Don’t be afraid, Anna.

I’ll see you in the better world.

Please don’t do that!

He is going to blow up the house.

Spirit of Gabriella Mirani, reveal yourself.

Please save us.

Please!

There is no other choice. Break it!

Break it. Stop. Do you hear that?

- Break it! - Break it!

Andre?

Yes?

It hurts. Untie me.

Gabi, not now. I’m sorry.

I missed you so much.

Please forgive me.

I’m so sorry!

I avenged you!

It’s all my fault.

We found these at your house.

Yes, I wrote these.

And sent them to your victims?

Did the grounded ruby come from this stone?

I had it remade into a ring,

changing the shape a little.

So you take the responsibility

for the deaths of Verner, Korostyliova, and Rtishchev?

I was only giving orders.

We know you have an accomplice. Who is he?

How did he plant the log with case shot at Verner’s house?

How would I know?

You have fooled us so many times.

Not one fake identity but several.

Now you will answer for everything.

People are coming for you from St. Petersburg.

Your nobleness, Miss Anikeyeva.

- Of course. Send her in. - Come in, ma’am.

Are you ready to identify him?

Yes.

It’s him.

- How could you? - Pelageya!

- How... It’s you! - Pelageya!

- Pelageya, stop! - It’s you!

He will not avoid punishment.

You were scared of my little snake?

Such a small, innocent thing.

A misunderstanding.

I’m sorry.

Gentlemen, attention, please.

I have just received a message.

The emperor is dead.

- What? - Yes.

In Livadiya.

What’s wrong with him?

He’s dead.

Pelageya, my darling.

Miss?

Not again!

THE INVENTOR OF DEATH