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He will lock you in a cage.

It will be a golden cage.
I will be able to keep writing.

You can’t.
Without freedom you will lose your talent.

To be free, it’s enough
to believe yourself to be free.

I don’t remember who said that.

Why don’t we go away together?
Start a new life?

Catch me!

Count to 30.

All right.

One...

two...

three...

Step away.

Masha!

Vasiliy Petrovich.

Glasha, where is your mistress?

Mariya Aleksandrovna
is walking in the park.

- How long?
- Over two hours.

Go. We won’t need you today.

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 ANNA RULEVSKAYA

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

ST. PETERSBURG

Andrey Zolotnitsky.

What a horrible fate.

EPISODE 39 ABRACADABRA

Of course, he will be acquitted,
and his name will be cleared,

even if posthumously.

It was a beastly plan,
setting him up as Whirlpool

and giving him to us
at the last possible moment.

Do you know who she was?

Her father was an ethnologist.

He come to Altay from Vienna
to study local beliefs

and fell in love with a shaman woman.

Was Pelageya their daughter?

Yes.

She left home 15 years ago,
and they never heard from her again.

We are looking into her involvement
into the most publicized unsolved cases

in the country in the last ten years.

Only one question remains.

What did she want Anna Mironova for?

I have a theory.

Have you ever heard
of the Cathar treasures?

The legends claims that...

before their last stronghold fell,

somewhere near the Montsegur castle

the Cathars had hidden great treasures

and some local sacred objects.

Many tried to find them,
but no one succeeded.

Because no living person knows
where to look.

Maybe the dead do.

Anton Andreyevich.

Anton Andreyevich.

Anton...

Anton Andreyevich.

Wake up.

- I’m not sleeping.
- Wake up, Anton Andreyevich.

Get up.

- Leave me.
- Don’t even dream of it.

Come on, Anton Andreyevich. All right.

Your body is an a sorry shape,

but you will live.

- Let’s go.
- Where?

What do you mean? On a walk.

- To get some fresh air.
- No, no, no.

I’m not going anywhere.

No, Anton Andreyevich. No.

You saved me once,

and now I must save you.

Help!

Help!

You are an incredible person,
Anna Viktorovna.

You talk to the dead,

but you’re scared of a little mouse.

Don’t you dare tell anyone.

Anton Andreyevich,
you shouldn’t torture yourself like this.

Don’t you understand, Anna Viktorovna?

I fell in love with a criminal

and allowed her to hoodwink me.

I don’t think I have the right to stay
on my job after this.

Anton Andreyevich,
you are a great detective.

I’d say, outstanding.

Yes, you went through an ordeal,

but it means you are able to deal with it.

Believe me, everything will be fine.

I’m telling you this as a medium.

I keep thinking about hypnosis.

What to do, how to fight it.

It’s hard to imagine

what crimes can be committed
with its help in the future.

Look!

This is a surprising sight.

What is your theory?

According to Ovid,
"Amour non est medicabilis herbis."

Love can’t be cured by herbs?

Anna Viktorovna? Nice to see you.

Anton Andreyevich.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Well...

Olga Matveyevna, do you believe it’s time?

Yes, Nikolay Vasilyevich,
you can make an announcement.

I proposed to Mrs. Verner,

and she agreed to be my wife.

My God.

Congratulations.

- Thank you.
- Congratulations.

Your nobleness.

Excuse me. It’s an emergency.

- What happened?
- A double suicide at Gorelin’s house.

Anton Andreyevich, your leave is over.

- But I...
- You have spent enough time at home.

Follow me.

Excuse me, ladies.

It’s our job.

I don’t know if you understand
what I’m saying now.

I have put all your property and money

into Volodia’s name.

I will keep taking care of him.

Paying his tuition

and your medical bills.

I won’t see you for a long time now.

You have to understand.
I want my life back.

Your fate is now...

In God’s hands. The worst is over.

You won’t be executed.

I’m being executed every night.

What?

“I couldn’t keep the treasure safe.

I’m leaving.

Gorelin”

Mariya Olshanskaya.

The rising star of the Russian poetry.

She was shining in literary salon
and turning heads,

until Vasiliy Gorelin,

the millionaire, proposed to her.

Doesn’t he live in Moscow?

He does.

He has a house in Zatonsk, too.

One of his broadcloth factories

is also not far from here.

Olshanskaya’s notebook.

Her poetry.

“To make my soul tremble

of silent happiness,

I want a sacred sting

of love.”

Not bad.

Hello, gentlemen.

Hello, doctor.

What do we have here?

I see this time

the deceased were being creative.

Ma’am!

Ma’am!

Wait!

What is your perfume called?

It’s divine, isn’t it?

It is.

A new perfume
of the Tauber Perfumery House.

It has just arrived to the stores.

Tauber, you said? Already in stores?

It’s selling like hot pies.

If you want to buy it
for your lady friend,

you should hurry.

What is it called?

La Revanche.

Revanche?

Revenge! I’ll be damned!

This wound alone would be enough

to cause her death.

Was she hit with something?

Yes, it’s possible.

Or she could have hit herself
on a corner when she fell.

There are no traces of blood,

and no object
she could have been hit with.

Did you call me?

Yes.

Were you the one who found the bodies?

Yes. After midday.

Why not earlier?

They asked never to wake them up
in the morning.

They went to bed late.

Did she wear these shoes at home?

No. Mariya Aleksandrovna wore them
to the park yesterday.

- Where is the other one?
- I don’t know.

When was the last time you saw the couple?

Mariya Aleksandrovna -
yesterday after lunch.

She was going to go to the park.

And Vasiliy Petrovich around 8 p.m.

when he came back from the factory.

Did you hear anything last night?

No. Nothing.

Some noise or arguing?

No.

All right. You can go.

For now.

Doctor. He has just twitched.

It must be a posthumous contracture.

No!

He twitched again.

Gentlemen, the sedatives...

expired a year ago.

- What does it mean?
- What is his name?

Vasiliy Petrovich.

Is he breathing?

Vasiliy Petrovich, do you hear me?

- Do you...
- My God.

“They execute me every night.”
Why did she say that?

You know it’s the main point
of her delusions, Mr. Shtolman.

She keeps imagining
someone is trying to execute her.

Are you exposing her
to cruel procedures again?

- Remember, I forbade you to do it.
- Of course.

It’s your right so far.

What do you mean, so far.

Excuse me, but I heard
that you were trying to get a divorce.

You need to know that as soon as
you stop being Mrs. Nezhinskaya’s husband,

all decisions regarding her treatment
will become this clinic’s prerogative.

Excuse me, I have patients to treat.

How strange.

She’s wearing a girdle and stockings.

What is it you find strange?

The girl was getting ready to go to bed.
She put on her negligee.

What lady would go to bed
in a girdle and stockings?

Am I right, Nikolay Vasilyevich?

By the way,
it’s not the only strange thing.

Look. She sprained her ankle.

The trauma is quite new.

It could occur as recently as yesterday.

Besides, her stockings are wet.

I believe she was killed at the park
and later brought to the house.

Did the spirits tell you that,
Anna Viktorovna?

No, Nikolay Vasilyevich,
just deduction this time.

I see these years of working

with the police haven’t gone in vain.

Well, I’ll send people to search the park.

Goodbye.

Vasiliy Petrovich,

tell me all about what happened yesterday.

Is it necessary?

I have already confessed.

Alas, it is necessary.

We had a fight.
A horrible, passionate fight.

Over what?

She was no woman but pure ether.

She had her head in her poetic clouds.

She was waiting
for some impossible passion.

Weren’t you two engaged?

Yes. Everything was arranged.

She agreed to marry me.

And yesterday
she suddenly started having doubts,

laughing at me,

accusing me,

calling me a stupid merchant...

Something got into me.

I hit her, pushed her,

she fell and hit her head and died.

When I realized what I’d done,

I decided to kill myself.

I can’t live without her.

So you took the sleeping powder.

Yes, all of them. All I had at home.

I didn’t notice they were old, idiot.

I should have shot myself.
People will laugh at me.

I appreciate your honesty,
Vasiliy Petrovich.

I even feel for you.

This doesn’t make sense, though.

The maid didn’t hear anything,

and we found no traces of blood
in the room.

And believe me we know how to look.

How do you explain it?

I can’t. How would I know?

In the state I was in,
I don’t even remember what I was doing.

Maybe I cleaned it.

Maid Glasha sleeps in the other wing,
that’s why she didn’t hear anything.

Do you recognize this, Mr. Gorelin?

It’s your fiancee’s other shoe.

She had both of them on
when she went to the park yesterday.

We found one in your bedroom

and another in the park.

By the way,
there was blood on the snow, too.

I must say I was surprised

Miss Olshanskaya went outside in winter

in light shoes

and didn’t change them when she was back.

She didn’t care about the weather.

Masha always dressed
according to her moods.

So your fight took place in the park.

All right, gentlemen.

I’ll tell you the truth.

Masha.

Masha, where are you?

Come back home.
You’ll catch a cold. Masha!

Masha!

Masha!

What is this? How could you, Masha?

God, how could you abandon me?
Where did you go?

Just a minute. Wait.

How could it happen? What is this?

Why didn’t you call the police?

Could it bring her back to life?

Why did you bring the body inside?

I’m afraid it will be hard to explain.

Try us.

Masha was most of all afraid
of dying an ugly death.

She used to say
there were no worse humiliation

than looking indecent in your death.

So I did it the way she would want me to.

Changed her clothes,
brought flowers from the greenhouse.

Why did you confess the murder

you never committed?

This will be even harder to explain.

Olshanskaya is a renowned poet.
A celebrity.

And suddenly she is killed
by God knows who in a backwater town.

Being killed by a jealous fiance -

you have to agree
it’s a spectacular finale.

You never mentioned jealousy before.

Do you know

if this ring belongs to Olshanskaya?

No. She didn’t have a ring like this.

We found it in the park with the shoe.

I should have figured it out earlier.

Sir, is this the hospital?

Please take me to the doctor.

My head aches like hell.

My novel mentions
this goddamned orchid 12 times.

How could it happen?

Liza.

She left me for Taube.

- Who?
- Who?

Taube, my competition.

And she took the perfume formula with her.

Obviously,
he immediately started producing it.

Liza? Are you sure?

Of course, Vitia.

I’m absolutely sure. Who else?

I talked to her a lot
about this project of mine.

You know how they called the perfume?

Revenge!

Revenge! It’s too obvious.

I’m sure the name was her idea.

Anyway, it’s a very good name.

Much better than Wild Orchid.

Mom, please.

Mariya Timofeyevna, you...

Mariya Timofeyevna,

I’m bankrupt.

I’m bankrupt. Do you realize it?

A huge batch of Wild Orchid

has already been produced,

but the stores won’t take it.

Also, I’ll be accused of plagiarism.

Vitia, calm down.

Tomorrow we’ll go to St. Petersburg
and sue him.

I’ll act as your attorney.
We’ll make the little scoundrel confess.

You know, gentlemen, you deserve it.

A woman is not a toy.

Of course Liza did a bad thing,
but she had great teachers.

Yes.

Mariya Timofeyevna,
you should be an attorney. Goodbye.

Masha, you’re right, of course,

but Petia doesn’t deserve
such a punishment.

Of course he doesn’t.

I’m sure you can handle this.

By the way, it might be for the best.

I thought about it a lot,

and now I think
I shouldn’t publish my novel.

What? What do you mean?

Mother, you worked so hard!

So many people are waiting for it.

It’s a beautiful novel.

Yes, Masha. What is this nonsense?

People might recognize you
in Porfiriy Platonovich

and start gossiping.

I don’t think you will like it.

Masha, would you really do it for my sake?

Of course.

No, listen, I can’t accept this sacrifice.

I... No,
I insist that the novel was published.

God, I’m bankrupt!

Bankrupt!

I’ll stay with him.

I warned Masha against the Jews.

I begged her not to deal with them.

But she was too liberal.

Am I right to understand
you had a Jewish rival?

Yes.

There was this Iosif Viner,
a shady character.

He is also one of these rebel poets.

But I though he hadn’t seen Masha
for over a year.

Because the late tsar, as you know,

wisely saw to removing all Jews
from Moscow.

Mr. Gorelin.

You are free to go.

Just please don’t leave the town
until the investigation is over.

Let him pass.

Thank you.

I’ll be at my house if you need me.
Or at the factory.

Come in.

Hello, Solomon Yakovlevich.

Anton Andreyevich.

Anton Andreyevich,

something big must have happened
for you to come visit old Lurye.

I’m very happy to see you.

Pleasure is all mine.

Have any of your people come
to town recently?

Why would they? To what end?

To get themselves in trouble?

My metier allows me to stay
in Zatonsk or even Moscow.

Not everyone is as lucky
as me to be a pharmacist.

That’s true. So you’re absolutely sure
that nobody came here?

If I was absolutely sure they did,
why wouldn’t I tell you?

In this case,
I have another question for you,

and I won’t take any more of your time.

We have a ring, and we want to know
what the inscription on it says.

It’s on the inside.

Can you read it?

Yes.

“Love is as strong as death.”

It’s a wedding ring, Anton Andreyevich.

The bride gets it at the wedding

and keeps it for all her life

until she passes it to her daughter.

I see.

A bride’s ring. I wonder...

Isn’t it too big for a woman’s hand?

It looks like it’s made for a man, no?

It’s meant for the index finger.

Where did you get it?

It was found on the crime scene.

If you have something else to tell me,

do it now,

because "Vita somnium breve est."

Life is but a dream.

Well...

It’s the law, Yakov Platonovich.

Having stopped
being Mrs. Nesninskaya’s husband,

you won’t have any influence on her life.

I’m afraid you won’t be able to keep
the custody over the boy, either,

because he isn’t your son.

I want to file a petition.

In the light
of the new monarch’s enthronement

and my modest service to the country,
maybe I can get Nezhinskaya pardoned.

Forget about it.

If you think His Majesty Nicholas II
is any wiser or kinder than his father,

you are mistaken.

Leave your idle hope

and don’t disgrace yourself
with this advocacy.

Nezhinskaya will either go to prison
as soon as she recovers

or stay at the madhouse
till the end of her life.

There is no third option.

In this case,
I have to forgot the divorce.

Forgive me for wasting your time.

Goodbye.

"Meine liebste Nina,"
I have a surprise for you.

Mama?

Yes, she’s your mother.
Go on, hug her. Don’t be afraid.

Mama! I missed you so much!

Aren’t you glad to see your son?

Who is this boy?

Mama? Don’t you remember me?

Don’t worry, Volodia.
Your mother is sick, that’s all.

But I promise I’ll make her better.
She will remember you.

Do you want me to show you something?

I heard you were a very smart boy.

You’re a good student, aren’t you?

Yes. I want to be the first in my class.

I need to work on my calculus, though.

This device might help.

You know what electricity is, right?

Yes. Of course.

Do you know...

What it does to a human brain?

It stimulates it!

Makes it smarter.

Electricity increases
your mental faculties?

You really are a smart boy.

That’s what this device is for.

Do you want to give it a try?

Of course!

This is so great!

But you have to be...

absolutely still.

Can I tell the boys at school
about this device?

Of course.

You can even do...

a report.

No! No!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Come here. Volodia!

Volodia, my dear! Volodia!

Mama! Do you remember me now?

I never forgot you. Volodia!

I’ll give you some privacy.

We will talk later, "meine liebste Nina."

I missed you so much.

I missed you, too! I missed you so bad.

You are so big! My boy...

My boy. My dear boy.

I missed you so much.
How I missed you!

Miss Mironova!

Anna Viktorovna?

Solomon Yakovlevich, hello.

Hello. Listen, I need your help.

You see, my nephew Iosif visited
with me a few days ago.

He didn’t report to the police,
which is, of course, against the rules.

On the other hand, why would he do it

if he was only staying for a couple days
on his way to Odesa?

What happened to him?

They caught him in Yaroslavl

and are bringing him here

to charge him
with the murder of Mariya Olshanskaya.

And they will, I assure you.

- Have you read about the Dreyfus case?
- Of course.

What grounds do the police have
to arrest him?

They found our heirloom ring
at the murder scene.

If I was ever sure of anything
it’s that Iosif didn’t kill anyone.

I understand. He needs a good lawyer.

- I’ll talk to my father.
- No, no.

I’ve already written to Mr. Wolfenstein
in St. Petersburg.

I hope he won’t say no.

No,
I wanted to ask you for something else.

What is it?

My religion prohibits it, of course,

but if King Saul summoned
the spirit of Prophet Samuel,

why can’t the poor pharmacist do the same?

Anna Viktorovna, please!

Talk to the deceased Olshanskaya!

She must know who killed her.

Spirit of Mariya Olshanskaya,
reveal yourself!

Spirit of Mariya Olshanskaya,
reveal yourself!

She doesn’t want to come.

Yes?

Annette?

Why are you here alone in the dark?

I was trying to summon
Mariya Olshanskaya’s spirit,

but it wouldn’t come.

Maybe she will be more agreeable tomorrow.

Look...

what I’ve got for you.

It’s Andrey Petrovich’s phonograph!

Yes. I decided to keep it.

There is a record of your voice,
by the way.

I know.

"Today is June 6, 1894."

"The weather is great,

and Andrey Petrovich
and I are recording our voices."

It happens when it’s kept
in the wrong conditions. Let me...

Wait, Uncle. Wait.

Let me set it right.

”I want to talk but I have no voice.

I have almost no body left."

"My hair has tied itself
into a tight knot..."

It’s only natural in your situation.

Annette? It’s her posthumous poem!

Can you imagine what would happen
if we published it?

Uncle, darling, I’m begging you,
let me talk to her.

Tell me, who killed you?

"I remember they were looking for the ring

and hoped for it to appear."

"But death is as empty
and irrelevant as it always has been."

I wonder what she expected.

Hush! Did your fiance kill you?

"He came to me with hope
and drew a ring around me."

A ring! No!

It’s Samuel Yakovlevich’s nephew
after all.

“Black branches against the moonlit sky,

"The river sounds are barely audible."

"And I’m hanging in a hammock,
so far away from heaven."

Mariya, your poetry is beautiful,
and I admire it.

But I can’t understand you.

Could you switch to the prose?

No, no. No way!

- Let her speak her heart.
- Uncle.

Go on with your poetry, please.

- It’s going so well.
- Uncle.

The person who killed you.
Where is he now?

"At the quiet backwater pool,
where the river flows at night..."

Hello. Why are you sitting in the dark?

At the quiet backwater pool...

Please go to the dining room.
Your dinner is served.

Silence! What are you...

Please.

Please!

At the quiet backwater pool... right?

Where the river goes... or flows...

What’s next?

I’d also love to know what’s next.

- Is that all?
- That’s all.

That’s all.

It won’t be enough
for a new poetry collection.

I thought
that was what she was doing it for.

Never mind. This is better than nothing.

I can continue it later.

Is this your ring, Mr. Viner?

Yes, it belonged to my family.

In this case, how do you explain
that it was in Mr. Gorelin’s park,

at the spot where his fiancee
Mariya Olshanskaya was killed?

I don’t know!

We were walking around.
Maybe it fell out of my pocket.

So you admit you were
at the park that night.

Yes, I was there with Marie.

In this case, I have to inform you

that you are the prime suspect
in her murder.

You know, Mr. Detective,

I think you have made up
your mind about it.

I’m not prejudiced against Jews,
if that’s what you mean.

But you had both the motive
and the opportunity.

And this is our major evidence.

- Everything speaks against you.
- I didn’t kill her.

Masha!

Masha!

Masha, are you all right?

Masha!

Why didn’t you tell the police?

Because I was in town illegally.

I would be charged with this murder.

Mariya was beyond saving.

You had a wedding ring with you.

Where you going to propose?

You are very shrewd.

Yes, I wanted her to leave Gorelin
and go to America with me.

But she said no.

And you killed her brutally
in a bout of passion.

I realize you were out of control,

and the jury will take it
into consideration.

Mr. Detective,

I knew this conversation was futile.

You won’t believe me anyway.

I’m looking for Mr. Korobeynikov.

It’s me.

I read about the mummy case
in the newspapers.

A most interesting case!

It was you who solved it, correct?

Who are you, sir?

Why do you barge in here
without permission?

Vladimir Ulyanov,
sworn attorney Wolkenstein’s assistant.

I believe this is my client Iosif Viner.

Mr. Wolkenstein couldn’t come
because of the ongoing trial.

I’ll be defending you.

Why did you let Gorelin go so quickly?

You believe he couldn’t have killed her?

He couldn’t have.

The medical examination concluded

that Miss Olshanskaya died
between 5 and 8 p.m.

Please take a look.

Gorelin returned from the factory
at eight.

And went straight to his fiancee whom,

as he believed, he already owned.

Anton Andreyevich, you know,

thirty minutes are inside the margin
of error

in establishing the time of death.

Vladimir... excuse me,
what’s your patronymic?

Ilyich.

Your client has just said
that Mariya was dead at five

when he ran away from the park.

Did you see for yourself he was running

and not walking with his knees bent?

- There are no witnesses.
- Vladimir Ilyich.

- There was a witness. Yes.
- Go on.

A man, yes, a man. A peasant, I believe.

He was in my way, and I pushed him away.

A tall man with a beard and a knapsack.

Maybe...

I know chances are slim,

bit maybe he saw who killed my Masha.

Listen, Iosif, this is important.

Maybe you remember
any distinctive features.

- Distinctive features.
- Yes!

Yes! There was one!

One finger on his left hand was missing.
I saw it.

Anton Andreyevich, I believe
we should send all Zatonsk police

to look for this witness.

What witness?

The one your client has just invented
to buy time?

Why would a peasant be at Gorelin’s park?

You don’t see the whole picture,
my friend.

I’m not your goddamned friend.

Have some decorum, Mr. Ulyanov.

Otherwise I’ll tell the constable
to escort you out,

even if you are Wolkenstein’s assistant
from the capital.

I sincerely apologize.

If you need this witness,
look for him yourself.

Go.

Quick.

Tell me, my friend,
where do common people live in this town?

Common people? In Slobodka.

How far is it from here?

Half an hour.

Thank you.

TEA SHOP

This Ulyanov, Verner’s lawyer,

has put me out of temper.

Why?

He is arrogant, haughty,
and very unpleasant.

I’m sure he will be a brilliant lawyer.

He will out-Plevako the famous Plevako.

Excuse me this bad joke.

See?
You’re making jokes, Anton Andreyevich.

You know what they came up with?

This Ulyanov and Verner
have invented a witness

who had allegedly been at Gorelin’s park
at the time of the murder.

This is how they described him:
a burly man with a beard,

and, interestingly,
missing a finger on her left hand.

You know, Anton Andreyevich,
they didn’t invent him.

This witness actually exists.

Unfortunately, he is dead.

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