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Katerina Fiodorovna’s spirit, present yourself.

Katerina Fiodorovna’s spirit, present yourself.

Katerina Fiodorovna’s spirit, present yourself.

Katerina Fiodorovna’s spirit, present yourself.

One,

two,

three,

four, five.

Ready or not, here I come.

ANNA, THE DETECTIVE

THE COIFFEUR EPISODE 27

Excuse me for this early visit.

Good morning. I’m glad to see you. I have news.

I hoped you would.

I... I saw how Katerina Fiodorovna was scared of the comb you brought me.

You saw her?

In a dream.

A comb, the hair... Was she poisoned through her hair?

Don’t jump to conclusions.

I’m going to the precinct to talk to Shtolman.

He needs to know.

You know, let’s go together. I’ll pick you up at two. All right?

And now... Now I have to go.

-Anna Viktorovna? -Yes.

I wish all this disappeared, so that we could meet just for pleasure,

without these humiliating problems. Just to walk in the park.

I’d like that, too.

Your High Nobleness.

-Excuse me. Can I have a word? -What happened?

The master had packed his bags and told us to leave.

He’s selling the estate.

To whom? How?

Misha, the groom, drove the master to Mr. Barmin’s bank

and then to the railway station for the 10 o’clock train.

Can you do something, Mr. Detective? Where are we supposed to go?

This isn’t a police business, my friend. Talk to the new owner.

Let’s go.

Put Kurnosov on the wanted list.

Yesterday I saw Kurnosov talking to Pototskaya.

What about the coiffeur?

Nothing. He has been to the bank and then came back to his salon.

Go to the bank and find out the details of the deal from Barmin.

Your Excellence.

-As you ordered. -Hello, Alice. How are you?

Do you remember me?

I’m Kirill Vladimirovich. You live in my house now.

Is she always like this?

Always. She livens up only when Anna Mironova comes.

-She is allowed to visit, isn’t she? -Of course. I gave my permission.

Miss Mironova is so strange. She recites some English rhymes to her.

It’s all right. You may go. I’ll call you.

So, you don’t recognize me at all.

I’m your father’s friend.

I used to come to your house when you were ten.

I’d bring you books, and you would recite your poetry to me.

Do you remember?

You used to write down your poems in your blue notebook.

How did it go?

“White rose in the garden, raven puppy in the night.

Moving through, moving through, nothing left for me to do.

Moving through, moving through, what I lost I’ll never find.”

Do you remember? Help me, Alice. How did it go?

“Moving through, moving through, what I lost I’ll never find.”

BANK

Still, I insist upon an answer.

On what business did Mr. Kurnosov come to you?

It’s a commercial secret.

We have reasons to suspect Mr. Kurnosov of committing a felony.

By refusing to answer, you are covering him up.

Or are you his accomplice?

What? I didn’t violate any laws, Mr. Detective.

I have a reputation!

I believe you. In that case, why don’t you give me an answer?

Mr. Kurnosov offered me a good deal, selling his estate to me at half price.

Interesting.

Actually, not the estate but the power of attorney on administering the property.

How curious.

It would be stupid of me to say no. It was a great deal.

And the money? Did you pay him the whole sum?

No. Mr. Kurnosov wanted me to put 20% into a safe deposit box.

The rest he received in cash and bonds.

Excuse me, this safe deposit box... What is it?

A box with a number on it.

Anyone can take the money,

if they have a key and Mr. Kurnosov’s written order.

I see. Is the money still there?

No. It was taken away this morning.

-What? By whom? -Miss... Anastasiya Pototskaya.

How is it possible?

Come in.

You? What do I owe the pleasure?

Mr. Terentyev died last night.

I was there when he was dying.

He had confessed to everything before passing away.

What did that low liar tell you? Besides, he’s already dead.

But Mr. Kurnosov isn’t. He will soon be brought back to town.

Meanwhile, give me the money you took from the bank.

I can’t resist brute force. You can have it.

What is this you’re holding in your hand?

-Perfume. -Let me see.

Anton Andreyevich, don’t open it. It can be a poison that works when it’s inhaled.

How would the poisoner be still alive, then?

Me? A poisoner? Gentlemen, I don’t understand what’s going on.

We’ll talk at the precinct. Send this to Dr. Milts for tests.

You’ll come with us. You’re under arrest.

It’s him! He came for a reading and then asked me

if it was possible to make his aunt ill. He promised me money.

I only sold him the poison. It was his choice to use it on her.

Listen, this is... This is a lie! I...

I still don’t know what kind of witchery she used to kill Auntie.

She threatened me, too! She said she’d kill me if I don’t pay her.

Like with that guy who tried to...

You’ve seen the morning papers, haven’t you?

Your involvement in the Ivanova-Sokolskaya murder is already proved.

It won’t be hard to link you to the Terentyevs murders.

I suggest you confess.

Mr. Detective, you aren’t a priest. Take this lowlife away.

I won’t say anything in his presence.

-Mr. Detective, I... -Take him away.

Wait. Arrest her! Put her in shackles! Asperse the premises! What are you...

All right. Start talking.

Terentyev used to come to me.

He promised to marry me, and I believed him.

Enough. Tell me about the poison.

It’s simple. I gave poison to Terentyev, and he poisoned his father.

Then he said he wouldn’t give me my share, and I killed him, too.

-And Kurnosov? -He saw my advertisement in the paper.

He hinted that he didn’t want to be cut off the will.

Now he’s trying to pin it on me.

What is the recipe for your poison?

I’ll take it to my grave.

Do we need to inform someone about your arrest?

No. I’m alone in this world.

Also... About my prediction. I didn’t lie to you.

Protect this girl. God is my witness, I don’t wish her ill.

-Anton Andreyevich? -Yes?

Take her away, Anton Andreyevich.

Come in.

Hello, Anna Viktorovna.

Yakov Platonovich, we came...

in connection with that case.

Sit down. I’m listening.

Come on.

It was the coiffeur. Everything points at him.

What do you mean exactly?

He...

I saw... Katerina Fiodorovna.

I have reasons to believe...

-Excuse me. -Anna Viktorovna. Anna Viktorovna.

You don’t believe her, do you? As far as I know, Anna...

Do you want me to arrest a man for doing his job?

No. You probably want him to go on with his evil job.

Anton Andreyevich, keep watching the hairdresser.

The coiffeur.

-But you said... -If he is somehow connected to this case,

he’ll betray himself after Pototskaya’s arrest.

Moreover, I don’t want Anna Viktorovna to go to him.

You know her.

I understand, Yakov Platonovich. As for Miss Pototskaya...

Never mind.

A visitor, Ivan Savelyevich. Shall I show him in?

-Yes, please. -Please come in.

Yakov Platonovich Shtolman, detective.

Kornilovna, you may go. What can I do for you?

-Are you the new owner of this house? -Yes, sir.

-You’re quite young. May I? -Please sit down.

Thank you.

I want to know about your relationship with the late owner.

Just a minute.

Here. My parents’ wedding certificate. It’s a sad story.

My father seduced my mother when she was a young girl.

My mother’s father forced him to marry her in secret.

However, my father ran away after the wedding.

Are you saying that Terentyev Sr. was a bigamist?

No. My mother died giving birth to me. My father remarried after her death.

My grandfather, who raised me, gave me his last name.

I’ll have to take this document for expert examination.

What for?

The circumstances of the Terentyev’s death raised suspicions.

What do I have to do with that?

You’ll probably want to come into inheritance.

Inheritance? That’s the last thing I want from my father. I don’t need money.

But why not use a chance if you have one?

You see?

It would be easier for you to prove your kinship after the examination.

-You’re right. You can take it. -Thank you.

-Goodbye. -I’ll show you to the door.

A nice frock, by the way. Did you order it from Zeitchel on Nevsky Prospect?

From Bronstein in Kuznetsky Most. I came here from Moscow.

-You have perfect taste. -Thank you.

Nice hot pretzels!

All your troubles go away; buy a pretzel and be on your way!

Pretzels, pretzels! Stuffed pretzels!

Who are you? Who gave you permi...

Anton Andreyevich?

Go away, Stepan Gavrilovich. I’m on a mission.

-Yes, sir! I get it. - Stuffed pretzels!

Excuse me, I didn’t recognize you.

Are you trying to drive me mad? Go away! With your mouth shut.

Come on! One for you and one for your girlfriend!

Stuffed pretzels!

Help!

Come with me.

-Confess if you want to live. -Let me go!

Stop it! Police!

Stop!

What?

Arrest this... gentleman.

-You are under arrest. -He’s a criminal, not me!

You are under arrest! You were swinging a gun.

Take him to the precinct, quick.

Yes, sir.

-He threatened to kill me. -Care to explain?

Oh God. I wanted to make him confess. You know what I mean.

Take the lieutenant to the cell. Let him think it over.

Yes, sir.

Are you out of your mind? Protecting a murderer?

Did you hear that? A murderer.

Petlitsky, Mikhail Yuryevich?

Yes.

Was the lieutenant trying to kill you just for fun?

He was shouting some nonsense, accusing me of Sokolskaya’s murder.

You know who started this rumor about me.

I request... I demand to protect my honor.

File a complaint with the orderly. We’ll investigate.

Gladly.

Don’t you find it strange

that three of your clients died in the last few months?

Very. Very strange. But what do I have to do with it?

You’re right. I won’t hold you any longer.

Thank you.

Looks like he is actually innocent.

Or a very good artist. We’ll have to cancel the surveillance,

since you have burnt your cover, Anton Andreyevich.

What was I supposed to do, Yakov Platonovich?

Also, send a request to Moscow for information on Mr. Zasokin.

Tell them to visit Bronstein’s shop in Kuznetsky Most and find out

how often he orders clothes there,

who was with him when he last came there, etc.

-And change your clothes already! -Got it. Will do.

Here. Look at this.

-What’s wrong with her? -She’s dying.

-What happened to you? -Wages for my sins!

What is this? Poison? There must be an antidote!

Where is the antidote?

Don’t... It’s... on me... The chain...

What chain? There must be an antidote for this poison. You know that.

Where is the antidote?

Where is it?

Hello, Mr. Michel. Do you remember me?

I didn’t expect to see you here, Anna Viktorovna.

What do I owe the pleasure?

I came on Mr. Shumsky’s behalf.

He is really sorry about what happened.

-If you could take your complaint back... -Then what?

Will you offer me money? Who will give me back my good name?

You are the one who started to suspect me.

I almost lost all my clients because of you.

I didn’t tell anything to anyone!

Your servants might have overheard something.

That would be enough.

It takes years to build a reputation, and it can be ruined in one moment.

-I didn’t mean to hurt you. -You are brave.

You think I’m a poisoner, and you come to ask for your fiance.

What if I am a murderer?

Anna Viktorovna? Anna Viktorovna?

Come in.

Hello, gentlemen.

Hello, Aleksandr Nikolayevich. What happened?

This time I decided to come in person.

-Come on in. Take a seat. -Thank you.

A man named Zasokin came to me today. Allegedly, Saveliy Terentyev’s son.

He had a paper signed by you

and saying you had taken documents from him,

confirming his kinship to the late Saveliy Naumovich.

Yes. I did take the paper from him. So?

So, this Zasokin tried to sell me

his inheritance rights for a song, like Kurnosov.

In exchange for the power of attorney.

Anna Viktorovna.

Wake up. Anna Viktorovna, easy.

You are all right. Everything’s fine.

-How do you feel? -It’s stuffy in here. I’m sorry.

I’ll write this statement you want.

I’ll take back my accusations against the lieutenant.

I don’t want to ruin his life, even if he ruined mine.

-Are you all right? -Yes. Thank you.

Your documents proved fake.

Yes. If course. I’ll tell you everything.

Pototskaya offered me to play the heir.

She said a rich and single man was dying. I said yes and forged the papers.

Pototskaya gave me a letter signed by Terentyev.

The marriage certificate was easy.

But I knew nothing about the poisonings. I’m not a murderer, Mr. Detective.

Don’t pretend a victim! You knew everything from the beginning.

You’re mistaken.

I wanted to quit as soon as I had realized it smelled fishy.

But then...

I was to publish a classified in the local paper on selling a samovar

as soon as I get the money,

and pass it at the pub on the same evening.

Yes. We are missing something.

I don’t think he has come up with all this.

There must be someone else. Pototskaya’s partner in crime.

I really don’t know.

I’m in fear of my life. Please put me in prison! Save me!

Arresting you now means letting the culprit go.

If you want our help, help us first. The court will take it into consideration.

I’ll do anything.

Do what the letter says.

Our man will be watching you at all times.

I’ll do it. I understand.

Go to the bank to collect the money and then to the newspaper with the ad.

Yes.

Here. A letter from the coiffeur.

It’s enough to clear Shumsky.

Shtolman will have to let him go. Your coiffeur proved to be a decent man.

He could have asked for money.

-Do you mean I was mistaken? -It looks like it.

Yes?

His Excellence Prince Razumovsky.

-Wow. -Show him in.

Hello, Anna Viktorovna. Viktor Ivanovich.

Glad to see you, Prince.

I’m sorry, I have to leave you.

Viktor Ivanovich, let me get straight to the point.

I like your way of doing business, and I’d like our cooperation to be permanent.

I’m planning to settle down in Zatonsk. I want you to be my attorney.

This is a very interesting offer.

I understand that you need to think it over.

There’s not much to think about.

I’m honored and accept with gratitude.

I’m happy to hear it.

-Brandy? -Yes, it would be nice.

-I’m pleased. Cheers. -To our fruitful cooperation.

There is a special reason for me to turn to you.

I expect certain hostile actions from Mr. Shtolman, whom you know well.

I understand it’s a shock to you. Still, you know about our history.

Shtolman hasn’t forgotten anything.

I think I might need a good lawyer like yourself.

I’ll do everything in my power. Within the limits of the law, of course.

Anna Viktorovna, you look so nice and cozy. I’ve just been at Alice’s.

-Have you visited her today? -Yes. I found her very scared.

It’s understandable. She hasn’t got settled yet, but she will.

Of course. I really appreciate everything you’re doing for her.

It was... very magnanimous of you.

Don’t mention it. I’m doing what I can.

Can I ask what you are reading? Something mystical?

No. It’s just a novel.

Yes, you need a distraction once in a while.

Especially with your... intense spiritual life.

I’d like to support you in developing your unusual gift.

In what way?

I can see you are struggling.

We could organize a group with you as a leader.

We would gather at my house to study your gift

and the extraordinary world

only you have an opportunity to get a glimpse of.

I could invite some luminaries from St. Petersburg

whom I know personally.

This is really... very intere...

-Are you all right? -Excuse me.

-I don’t feel well. -What’s wrong?

Excuse me.

Yes, of course. But... think it over.

What happened?

Miss? Oh God. What’s wrong? What is it?

Anna? Anna, what happened? Are you all right? Anna?

-Annette? -What’s going on?

Everybody, get out of the room.

What are you waiting for? Send for the doctor!

I'll go.

Anna Viktorovna. You need to drink this. Please.

Yes.

What is it? Aleksandr Frantsevich?

Mariya Timofeyevna, gentlemen...

I care about you all, so I can’t lie to you.

The situation is in fact hopeless if it’s the poison I think about.

There’s virtually no hope.

We can only pray for her survival.

God! Is there nothing we can do?

Unfortunately, Yakov Platonovich was unable to catch the accomplice.

We know for sure that he has the antidote.

It doesn’t look like anyone is waiting for Zasokin.

They are taking their time.

Don’t be a child, Anton Andreyevich. You need to be patient.

Any patience can run out once in a while.

-Yakov Platonovich. -What happened?

I’m sorry, Yakov Platonovich. I let you down.

They attacked us on the way here.

They hit me on the head from behind, and Zasokin was shot in the heart.

-What? -They took the money.

-Who? Did you see them? -I don’t know. I didn’t. How could I...

Call the doctor! And constables.

He was supposed to collect the money on the way, not at the pub.

-To Michel’s, quick! -Do you see now that it was him?

No, but I don’t have any other theories, either.

Help him!

Freeze!

-Police? That’s fortunate. -You? What are you doing here?

Looking for the antidote. Anna Viktorovna is dying.

He poisoned her when she was at his place.

Stop it!

Any minute counts now! She has the same symptoms.

-Why would I believe you? -Because if you don’t, you’ll kill Anna.

Yakov Platonovich, look! Look.

Madame Le Fleu.

He is her son.

What makes you think he’s at Pototskaya’s house?

He has left the town.

No cabman would drive him out of town at night.

There are no trains, too.

He is smart enough to realize that we would start a chase.

But he thinks we won’t go to his mother’s house.

Open up! It’s the police. Watch the windows.

That’s him!

Freeze!

Get him inside!

Hands up!

Where is the antidote?

I’ll make it for you.

But you’ll let me go. Scot-free.

Are you joking? You’re out of your mind! After all these deaths!

Anton Andreyevich.

Let him go to hell, as long as Anna is saved.

I’ll let you go.

But how can I be sure it would save Anna Viktorovna?

I’ll come with you and administer the antidote myself.

You’ll see it for yourself. She’ll quickly recover.

But... then you’ll release me.

You are a man of your word, Yakov Platonovich.

It’s ready.

Give it to her. In half an hour you’ll see her getting better.

Please take him away.

Doctor! Doctor!

Start talking. Is Pototskaya your mother?

Having found me... she gradually passed all her knowledge to me.

It came in handy in my coiffeur business, by the way.

I’m not interested in your business.

Whose idea was it to poison people and make deals with heirs?

It was an accident. My mother was reading fortunes.

One of the heirs came to her as a client.

We thought that the family secret shouldn’t go to waste.

That’s how it started. We’d do a gig and move on.

Interestingly, we’d find clients in each town.

Human nature!

What was that trick with Anna Viktorovna for?

Did you plan it in advance?

Of course.

In every new town, we’d find out everything we could about local police.

Their weak spots and all. Just in case.

Anna Viktorovna was yours.

I can understand you don’t care about other people,

but your own mother?

Did she care about me when she abandoned me at the orphanage?

I have good news. Anna Viktorovna is out of the woods.

-Are you sure, doctor? -Absolutely, Yakov Platonovich.

Well? Let me go, gentlemen.

You have 24 hours.

Tomorrow you’ll be put on the empire’s Wanted list.

But we had a deal!

I promised to release you.

It doesn’t mean I’ll let you keep killing people. Go.

Yakov Platonovich, are you going to visit Anna Viktorovna?

I don’t think I should bother her right now.

Aleksandr Frantsevich, are you sure we don’t have to worry anymore?

Absolutely.

Anna Viktorovna has healthy lungs. They’ll do the rest of the job.

Mother... Yakov Platonovich… Or was it a hallucination?

He was here and then left. He didn’t want to disturb you.

He was of great help.

Anna Viktorovna is still very weak.

Let’s give her some peace.

Anna Viktorovna. I’m sorry.

I know this isn’t the right time.

But I have to ask you.

You see... You know everything. Tell me if there is hope for me.

You know what I mean.

-Do I have to answer now? -Yes. It’s very important for me.

Ivan. You are only a friend. I’m sorry.

Well, so be it.

Goodbye.

-I somehow knew I’d find you here. -I forgot the portrait.

-You gave me a promise. -Shtolman did, not me.

Uncle, I had no idea why he was so insistent.

Maybe if I said yes, he wouldn’t go kill the coiffeur.

Did you want to say yes?

Well, no. But I could have lied to him, and he wouldn’t become a killer.

What's done is done.

Nobody knows how many more people the coiffeur would kill.

Shumsky did the right thing,

even if it was against the law.

And your Shtolman! He let the murderer go to save you.

My Shtolman!

Yakov Platonovich. Dr. Milts has extracted the bullet from Michel’s body.

It was shot from a revolver.

I’m sure we’ll never find this revolver.

Are you?

I thought about it, too.

Why are you so calm after everything that happened?

Anton Andreyevich, we have things to do.

Please draw up a report on how we lost a dangerous criminal yesterday.

It’s obvious that one of his victims’ relatives settled the score.

Exactly. Someone came for him from some far place.

Shumsky! He isn’t from this town.

I remember that Shumsky went from Mironovs’ straight to the railway station.

Yakov Platonovich...

This is going to be our first unsolved case.

THE COIFFEUR