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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 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

EPISODE 40 ABRACADABRA

Everything is ready. Please.

“Miss.”

Miss, this is the head...

Excuse me, are you going to talk with your ear?

Let me.

This is the head of the Zatonsk police, Nikolay Vasilyevich Tregubov.

You need to say “Zatonsk 3-15.”

Zatonsk 3-15.

Who would you like to telephone?

I haven’t decided yet.

Can I telephone the Yaroslavl police?

Miss.

Yaroslavl 8-17.

Thank you.

Speak.

Who is it?

Who am I?

Police chief Tregubov from Zatonsk.

Pavel Andreyevich, hello. Yes.

No, Pavel Andreyevich,

it’s as if you were in the next room.

Yes.

No, nothing. I just wanted to check the connection.

How is you wife doing? Your...

A meeting? Don’t let me detain you.

It works!

It works.

Bearded, you said.

Tall, with a missing finger.

No, I don’t remember.

Maybe he isn’t from here.

Wait.

I think Katia Ovsova’s father lost his finger in the war.

I don’t remember if it was his right or left hand.

Where can we find this Katia?

God, sir, Katia is dead.

She died a month ago.

Died, you say? Too bad.

Did she have any family?

Not anymore.

She started working at the factory a month ago,

when her husband drank himself to death.

She sent her children to the country to stay with their grandparents.

Where exactly in the country?

I don’t know. We weren’t close friends or anything.

We talked sometimes, that’s all.

What factory was she working at?

We have only one around here.

Mr. Gorelin’s broadcloth factory.

It’s huge.

They built it last year.

I was sitting sadly... Nobody sang.

The grapes were silently ripening...

He is here again.

Who?

That spirit.

I think he doesn’t know what’s going on with him.

Were you at the park last Monday?

Did you see who killed Olshanskaya?

Did you see his face?

You don’t know what’s going on with you?

Oh God, not again.

Hello, dear workers, comrades.

Who is in charge here?

I am.

Did you know Yekaterina Ovsova?

They mean our Katia.

We should tell him.

Shut up, you fool. Do you want to lose your job?

Yes, she worked here.

She died one month ago.

Her ordeal is over.

I need to talk to one of her relatives.

Do you know where they live?

Why do you want to know?

Who are you?

Vladimir Ulyanov, the lawyer.

Lawyer?

Ivan, go get the manager.

Let him throw this guy out of here.

You don’t need to go anywhere.

Why does my question make you so nervous?

Don’t you understand?

I’ll explain.

I don’t know who is paying you for digging into this shit,

but we don’t want any trouble.

Maybe you’ll get 100 rubles for Katia’s kids through the court,

and for us it will mean bigger performance rate and fines.

And if they find out we were talking to you...

What are you afraid of?

Our lives are worse than dogs’.

Someone is trying to protect Katia, even if she’s dead,

and you want to scare him away.

Nastia, you are the one to talk.

Don’t tell me what to do.

I’ll tell you everything I know.

Nastia, you’re a good woman. Responsible.

We need more people like you.

So, is Gorelin treating you guys badly?

Depends what you compare it to.

At other factories, workers sleep in the workshops on the benches.

We have our own home.

We even get paid sometimes.

Three times a year.

Katerina Ovsova was providing for her entire family.

Her kids, her father, her mother.

She’d work for 15 hours a day without days off.

On that day, she was under the weather.

The manager said, “Either you come to work or you pay the fine.”

- What happened? - Can’t you guess?

Her hair got caught in the conveyor belt.

It dragged her through the workshop and threw her to the ceiling.

She fell to death.

Only her hair was left on the belt.

All this time I knew you were lying to me.

You must be a really good actress.

Small wonder, considering the crime

you’ll soon go to prison for.

Prison is like death to me.

Death is inevitable.

Listen.

I’m rich. I have money.

No. Nina. No.

I know how to pleasure a man.

Look at yourself, "meine liebste Nina."

You aren’t the beautiful woman who used to charm the court.

There is only one condition on which you can avoid prison.

I am authorized to tell you about it.

I’m listening.

Good morning, Anton Andreyevich.

Good morning, Vladimir...

- I forget... - Ilyich.

Vladimir Ilyich.

I can see you’re dying to tell me something.

You’re right. I found a witness.

Again the witness. He doesn’t exist. He just doesn’t!

Yelisey Gorelin, 45, lives in the village of Astafino.

One finger is missing on his left hand. You know what’s interesting?

He has the same last name as our millionaire.

I was going to go visit him. Do you want to join me?

There is no sense. He won’t tell you anything.

- How can you be so sure? - He’s dead. Dead.

Is he?

How long have you known?

Don’t you think it strange that every witness

who comes around dies immediately?

Yes, it definitely is strange. I’d even say horrible.

Where is the body? I’d like to see it.

On second thought, I think I’m mistaken.

It’s the wrong Gorelin. Not Yelisey, I mean.

- Let’s go. - Come with me.

Go!

All right. I think the baby will be born soon.

I wish it was sooner. I can’t wait to hold him.

- Or her. - No.

This time it will be a boy.

I’m sure. I had a dream.

- Really? - Thank you, Anna Viktorovna.

You’re welcome. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

You again.

Have you recalled something?

All right.

Let’s try together.

"At the quiet backwater pool, where the river is silent..."

At the quiet backwater pool,

where the river is silent...

Hello, ma’am.

Hello, gentlemen.

What can I do for you?

We are looking for Yelisey Gorelin.

Is he your husband?

He is.

I’m looking for him, too.

He went to Zatonsk one week ago.

He was supposed to be back long ago.

What was his business in Zatonsk?

The usual. Survive and earn some money.

I heard you lost a daughter not long ago.

She worked at the Gorelin factory and supported you,

and now you’re left without means.

Didn’t you get any compensation when she died?

Why, we did.

The manager gave us three rubles.

That’s what they think my Katia was worth.

She had three kids!

How are we supposed to feed her when we can barely feed ourselves?

So he went to Zatonsk on foot

to beg Vasiliy Petrovich on his knees.

Maybe he’ll give us a couple kopecks from his millions.

Now, now.

You will be all right, my dear.

At first I actually lost my memory,

didn’t recognize anyone, didn’t understand anything.

But then it started coming back.

Why didn’t you tell me?

I couldn’t. They were watching me.

If you only knew what I was going through!

Now I have a chance to get out of here,

to walk free.

They let me know there would be no pardon.

They will pardon me if I give them what they need.

The Gordon Brown folder.

Do you have it?

No.

Did you hide it in a safe place?

I burned it, Nina.

No! No, no!

I must admit I’m surprised, Vladimir Ilyich,

by your swift identification of this Yelisey.

Work conquers all.

Love conquers all.

Everyone is the maker of his fortune.

I shall either find a way or make one.

I had an A in Latin.

Anton Andreyevich,

I’m somehow sure that Yelisey saw Olshanskaya’s killer in the park.

Maybe. But he won’t tell anyone about it.

So he is dead after all.

Okay, I’ll tell you.

There is a powerful medium living in our town.

She has been helping the police for a while.

So, this Yelisey’s spirit came to her.

Ergo, exitus letalis.

So the Zatonsk police makes conclusion based on a medium’s visions?

Well...

Obviously, Russia’s institutions are rotten to the core.

Watch your mouth, Mr. Ulyanov.

Your sarcasm is wasted.

Anna Viktorovna has helped the police more than once.

An old hag smelling of moth balls?

I did everything I could for you.

I promise I won’t abandon Volodia,

even though it will cost me a lot.

You couldn’t have burned it!

You couldn’t have.

You couldn’t have.

Don’t you understand a powerful weapon like this

can’t be allowed to fall into anyone’s hands?

Do you think you have saved the world?

You can’t stop the progress.

If not Dr. Brown, someone else will finish what he had started.

At least I will not have had anything to do with it.

My conscience will be clear.

No.

Never.

Till your dying day you will know that you could have saved me

and didn’t.

You will suffer and regret it every day,

but no one will spare you this pain.

Anna Viktorovna.

Anton Andreyevich.

- Do you have news? - Well, not news but rather a hunch.

Is there a river in the park where Olshanskaya was killed?

Yes.

- Can we go there? - Of course.

You say they assessed Katia Ovsova’s life as three rubles?

Believe me,

many like her have to die for the public to finally wake up.

You don’t seem to feel pity for them.

Pity is insulting.

Well? Have you found something?

No, your nobleness.

- Go on. - Yes, sir.

Anna Viktorovna, at least give us a clue about what we’re looking for.

I don’t know, Anton Andreyevich.

Give me some time.

Give me some time.

Yelisey Gorelin’s spirit, reveal yourself.

Yelisey Gorelin’s spirit, reveal yourself.

Yelisey Gorelin’s spirit...

There! You need to look there.

Come here.

Yes, you’re dead.

Just before you died, a girl had been killed here.

Help us.

Show me who killed her.

Who are you?

Miss, I need to see Vasiliy Petrovich.

Is this his estate?

What makes you think he’ll see you?

My daughter

got killed

at his factory.

Her children will become beggars.

Why are you telling me this? I’m upset enough as it is.

See, I think I’ve sprained my uncle.

It’s all for the good.

Your daughter is in a better world now.

Miss, please.

Put in a word for me with Vasiliy Petrovich. Ask to see me.

Go away.

You stink.

We found it.

The murder weapon.

Well, gentlemen.

Doctor Milts has confirmed

that the fatal wound was inflicted with this bludgeon.

As you can see, there are traces of blood on it.

Mariya was killed by a peasant

from Astafino village,

Yelisey Gorelin.

He didn’t outlive her for long,

being pushed down the precipice by Mr. Viner.

Just a minute.

Only a prejudiced and nearsighted person can accuse my client

of killing the old man.

Oh?

Pushing Gorelin away, Iosif obviously had no intention to kill him.

It was an accident, gentlemen.

Are you going to ruin a young man’s life

for accidentally pushing his beloved’s killer?

- Accidentally? - Yes.

I don’t understand why this Yelisey Gorelin killed Mariya.

Maybe because he was paid three rubles for his daughter’s life.

I didn’t know that.

What’s going on?

Iosif!

"Barukh ha’shem."

Thank you, dear Vladimir Ilyich.

Thank you for our lucky escape.

Thank you, Mr. Lurye. It was in interesting case.

Excuse me. Anna Viktorovna. Anna Viktorovna!

Thank you!

If not for you, we would be crying now.

Solomon Yakovlevich, I’m sure the police would solve it without me.

Don’t be too modest, "meine kind." You found the body.

Believe me, this town will never forget

that you helped catch the madwoman

who opened a book store here.

Let’s not talk about it.

I still have chills when I remember this Abraxas.

Why be afraid of someone who doesn’t exist?

"Abra kedavra," I create as I speak.

It’s the opening words of a Hebrew prayer

celebrating the creator of the world.

These insane Gnostics had a habit of eavesdropping

without understanding a thing.

So they invented this Abraxas and started worshipping him.

You mean Abraxas is just a story?

It’s nonsense.

Abracadabra.

I should go, Nikolay Vasilyevich. Good night.

Anton Andreyevich.

Take a seat.

Tell me, how are you feeling?

I’m all right.

Good.

As you know, I’m going to tie the knot soon.

My life will change completely.

And I’m not as strong as I used to be.

I’ll retire soon.

I’m sorry to hear that.

A new man will come and introduce a new system.

A new stress, a new tsar, the new laws...

How do you feel about taking the position

of the chief of police in the future?

Now, my dear.

Bring the vodka from my office and two glasses.

Anna Viktorovna.

I don’t believe in all this mystic stuff.

You know, opiate for the masses.

But I’m impressed with what you can do.

Did you want to ask me about something?

How did you figure it out?

Let me offer you a ride. I’ll tell you on our way.

All right.

I don’t deserve it.

I failed with Whirlpool.

Oh, don’t say that. We all failed.

I’ll be honest with you.

I believe you’re the best candidate

to become the new police chief,

and I’ll do all I can

to make it happen.

I’m flattered, but...

I can’t do that.

I must...

I want...

to leave this town.

I can’t stay here anymore. Everything reminds me of...

Her? But Polina Anikeyeva never existed.

Anton Andreyevich,

you were in love with a woman

your imagination had created.

Get rid of this delusion

and enjoy your life.

Goodbye, Nikolay Vasilyevich.

Weak man.

Vladimir Ilyich, did you lose someone?

Around five years ago?

Seven. My older brother.

Do you want to talk to him?

My head is spinning. Is it really possible?

It is, but not every time.

Why?

Sometimes they simply don’t want to come.

What was your brother’s name?

Aleksandr Ulyanov.

He was executed.

He was hung... like a dog.

How horrible.

He was prepared to die.

I don’t know... if it was worth it.

If he regretted it, if he felt remorse.

We are here.

It’s a nice house.

Vladimir Ilyich, come tomorrow if you want.

I’ll try to help you talk to your brother.

No, thank you, Anna Viktorovna.

I’m afraid I have let myself go in the company of a fair lady.

Whether Sasha regrets anything or not,

it doesn’t matter anymore.

This is not our way.

We shall go another way.

Well...

If you change your mind,

please come tomorrow.

Goodbye.

To the hotel.

I’m sorry, Serafima Ivanovna.

I didn’t know about the accident with your daughter.

The manager didn’t tell me anything.

He is fired.

Why didn’t your husband come straight to me?

He went to the factory. They didn’t let him in.

And to write a complaint and file it the right way,

you need to hire a man.

We don’t have that kind of money.

I hope this money will at least in part make up for what happened.

3,000 rubles!

Thank you, Vasiliy Petrovich.

I’ll pray for you till I die.

You don’t have to.

I wanted to ask you.

How long have you been called Gorelins?

Well...

My husband said the name was given to his grandpa

after the village of Gorelovka.

Is it the Gorelovka near Yaroslavl?

It is. It belongs to Counts Zubov.

My grandpa is from there, too! He was Zubovs’ bondman.

Really? Maybe we are related.

We might be, but life has treated us differently.

Well, Vasiliy Petrovich...

to each his own.

It’s a sin to lament one’s fate.

Well, I should go.

God bless you.

You know, Serafima,

come back tomorrow after lunch.

I’ll find a good lawyer for you.

Someone has to help you to deal with this money.

That’s right. I haven’t seen so much in all my life.

Thank you.

DOWN WITH THE EXPLOITATION!

She won after all.

"A carriage was standing near the church

ONE MONTH LATER

where the wedding was held"

"All the guests were dressed up so pretty,

and the bride was the prettiest one."

Nikolay Vasilyevich, I don’t get it.

Are you guarding me?

Not exactly. I’m just keeping an eye on you.

I want to avoid surprises

this time.

Well?

You’re a groom.

Please.

“Triumph's thunder louder, higher!

Russian pride is running high!”

Is it true that the groom is German?

No. I heard he was retired.

You don’t hear what I’m saying.

Speak into this thing.

Will they serve dinner soon?

Have you read "Passion and Disgrace?"

I couldn’t put it down.

That’s true, but I believe it too spicy.

I heard it was Viktor Ivanovich who wrote the most savory scenes.

Mariya Timofeyevna?

Did you see my wife?

She has just been here.

- Masha! - What is it, Vitia?

Why are you still wearing your slippers?

Because Domna took my shoes for shining and never brought them back.

Aleksey Yegorovich, my dear, help him find his shoes.

Of course.

Piotr Ivanovich!

My dear!

Aleksandra Ivanovna! Darling.

Please.

My dearest!

It’s a subtle design. It looks like they are alike...

My God. Anna, you are so beautiful.

All right.

This is splendid.

My God, what are you doing?

This way it’s much better.

Ma’am, it’s vulgar.

- I’m telling you... - Please...

Don’t do anything.

Can I have a minute?

We should go.

- You see how nervous she is. - If you say so.

All right.

Darling, this way! Only this way.

Gentlemen! What is this?

We’ve been waiting for you.

Congratulations, Yakov Platonovich.

- Hello, doctor. - Hello.

Thank you, Aleksandr Frantsevich.

Yakov Platonovich, look at Volodia making fast friends with my Grisha.

Olga Matveyevna and I are so used to his presence

that we can’t bear a thought of giving him back.

And you shouldn’t.

It’s good for a child to live in a big family.

Where is the best man?

He should have been here long ago.

You rascal! Just you wait!

Miss, is this yours?

Thank you.

You’re welcome.

Anton Andreyevich Korobeynikov at your service.

Tatyana Sergeyevna Mironova.

Mironova? Are you from the bride’s side?

Yes, I’m a distant relative.

Are you? I’m the best man.

Anton Andreyevich, where are you?

We’ve been waiting for ages.

Zatonsk police.

The chief isn’t here. He’s at the church.

Mr. Korobeynikov is at the wedding, too.

Mr. Shtolman? He is the groom.

Yes, I’m listening.

I’ll take the message.

Are you a publisher now?

I have a literary salon in Moscow.

You should come, too.

Gladly. I’ll be honored.

Yakov Platonovich, I have been meaning to tell you this for a while.

There are things I’ve done that I’m ashamed of

and that burden my soul.

Your duel with Kliuyev... I could have prevented it, but...

Don’t worry about it.

I never held it against you,

knowing that you did it for Anna Viktorovna.

Yakov Platonovich, an urgent message from St. Petersburg.

Is something wrong?

Who are you?

Did you think I would just let another man have you...

Raymonde?

Ivan Yevgenyevich?

He was just a mask.

I am your Guillaume.

I have come for you.

- No! - I have come for you.

Hush! Please don’t cry.

Don’t, if you don’t want to get everybody you love killed.

Nikolay Vasilyevich! Send constables to the Mironovs’ house.

Anyone you can find.

- Are you armed? - Always.

Your revolver.

A cab! Quick.

- Your wedding dress suits you perfectly. - No.

I’m not Raymonde.

But you told me about your dreams!

And now we are together again, my love.

No!

- No! - Great deeds await us.

No.

The old world will die,

and we’ll wake up in the beautiful new one.

You are insane!

Let me go! You’re insane!

Anna!

"ST. PETERSBURG BULLETIN"

ABRACADABRA