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Don't look at me like that.

It's not your place to tell me about shame.

One,

two,

three,

four, five.

Ready or not, here I come.

ANNA, THE DETECTIVE

THE PHOTOGRAPHER EPISODE 37

Skull's broken, the murder weapon is here, too.

I think it all happened 12 to 14 hours ago.

Yes... Looks like that weight was used to press down photographs.

Leave it and the body to Dr Miltz. Samokhin, take the body out.

Apparently, they were looking for something,

but we don't know if they found it.

There's something I don't understand.

There are so many unclear photographs here,

how did he do it for a living?

Well, his specialty is group photos with the spirits of dead family members.

Yes... For example, here, take a look.

Look, if you please. A couple. The picture is fairly clear.

But behind them, see? Two unclear silhouettes.

-Ghosts? -Exactly.

And here are the same ghosts,

but the photograph was taken when they were alive.

So what do we have?

Golubev asked the clients to bring their family members' photos,

and then made copies and pasted unclear but recognizable figures into

his clients' photographs?

-Exactly. -For what?

For money. For money, of course.

These photographs made a colossal impression on the everyman.

I know spirit photography is in vogue in Europe now. But...

Right. And he came from Europe, six months ago.

He put up his advertisements all over the town.

I wanted to visit him myself, to be honest.

-For training? -Something like that.

I was curious about how exactly he fooled his clients.

I wanted to delve into his craft, so to speak.

It seems one of his fooled clients paid him a visit.

I hope I don't have to explain what you're supposed to do now.

Of course not.

So where is the lady?

Well, let's take a dictation. Please take a quill and let us start.

My dear friend, it's been a long time since we've seen each other.

-Anna Viktorovna, what happened? -Nothing, boy. I pricked myself.

It's all because of you. ALl of it.

If you had agreed right away... If you had agreed...

-You can't come in. -Let me through!

-You can't come in. -Yevgrashin! Let her through.

Yes, sir.

What happened?

-Who are you, in fact? -I live here.

Last night, Mr Golubev was killed with a weight piece to the head.

How?...

What's your relation to him?

What's your relation to him?

I'm his wife... fiancee. We weren't married.

My condolences. Where were you that night?

At the hotel. We had a row yesterday.

What was the reason?

Why did you have a row?

He said that he wanted to hire another woman instead of me.

He said she would be better at it.

-What do you mean? -We made photographs with ghosts.

In case you haven't realized.

I would call them, and Misha would photograph.

You mean, you called the ghosts? Are you saying you're a medium.

Yes. And yesterday he told me he wanted to call a medium with a name.

To talk business.

And that's after everything I've done for him.

You see? It was my idea to photograph ghosts.

And our business was thriving.

And that medium with a name, did he agree?

Of course not. She refused right away. But he managed to talk her into coming.

-So did she come? -I don't know.

I left and spent the night at the hotel. Let me leave.

Of course.

You need to calm down.

What is that famous medium's name?

Anna Mironova.

It would be strange to hear anything else.

Anton Andreievich, get to work.

Look for strange and inexplicable things in the photographs.

POLICE

-How is it going, Yakov Platonovich? -The case is clear.

This photographer was killed with a weight piece to the head.

We've looked over the crime scene and sent the body to Dr Miltz.

-How barbaric... -Yes.

Yes... Well, was he really photographing ghosts?

Come on, now. It was absolute fraud.

-Well... The people believed it. -The people always do.

They believe it despite what's obvious.

Maybe we should contact Anna Viktorovna.

-Are you joking? -No, well, she's the expert on ghosts.

Come on, now. It's just a photographic trick.

All right. We'll deal with it ourselves.

There's something else, we got a missing person's report about

Lady Spiridonova, 25 years old.

She went horse riding and never returned.

I've already sent a team to comb the woods.

And you go to the manor.

Me? I'd rather handle the photographer first.

Yakov Platonovich, if I were Head of the Celestial Bureaucracy,

I would give the order that all incidents in Zatonsk only happen

after we have solved the previous ones.

But alas, I am just the Governorate Police Force Captain.

So you go, my good man. She has children left.

-Children? How old? -17. Brother and sister. Talk to them.

-And their mother is 25? -Stepmother.

-Anton Andreievich. -Anna Viktorovna.

-Is Golubev dead? -Murdered. Last night.

I hope you didn't come here yesterday.

I did. Around nine.

-And when did you leave? -After about 20 minutes.

I only... I came here out of curiosity. I wanted to see his photographs.

I realized it was all a sham, and...

So it's you? You're that Anna Mironova?

Yes, I am Anna Mironova. And you?

There is nothing special about you. I don't know how you do it.

-Excuse me, I don't know you. -Don't worry, you will.

Well, when I left around 9, he was alive and well, of course, and...

We're going to see about that, whether it's true.

Spirit of Mikhail Golubev, come. Spirit of Mikhail Golubev, come.

Spirit of Mikhail Golubev, come.

He's here. He has come.

You know, he really is here. But not because you've summoned him.

It's just that ghosts, they stay at the place of their death for some time.

You can talk to him, by the way. I won't get in your way.

-Anton Andreievich, we'll talk later. -Certainly.

Glafira...

That's enough. It's...

So the man isn't with us anymore, there's nothing we can do.

He can go to hell, pardon my French. I never loved him anyway.

I'm not crying for him, I'm crying for myself.

What do I do now? Where do I go?

I...

Anton Andreievich, I'll let you in on a secret.

I'm no medium.

I don't actually have any supernatural abilities.

You... You shouldn't be so upset about it.

It's no secret for anybody. And in the end, what does it matter?

Yakov Platonovich doesn't believe in it at all, for example.

Ghosts, I mean.

Why do you keep following me?

If you won't answer my questions, you can follow me around all you like.

You! It's all your fault. You and your arrogance.

Better tell me who killed you.

What does it matter? It's your fault.

What matters is what for, not who.

Stop.

Good day.

-And then Paris! -Paris...

Paris! We'll stop at the best hotel!

-In Montmartre. -Of course.

They say painters and poets live there. And many small cafes.

Yes, yes. We will take walks, drink coffee and champagne.

I will paint in Montmartre. Like a real painter.

And Ivan will be with us.

Excuse me. I... I knocked.

-How can I help you? -I am Investigator Shtolman.

Yakov Platonovich Shtolman.

-You're from the police? -Yes, sir. And you?

Konstantin Spiridonov. My sister, Viktoriya Spiridonova.

I see. You filed a missing persons report with the police about Ms Spiridonova.

-Oh, yes, we... Please take a seat. -Thank you.

So what happened?

Our stepmother is missing. Elena Konstantinovna Spiridonova.

She went horseback riding yesterday and... never came back.

Why did you only report it today?

We thought she went to visit one of our neighbors,

as usual, and stayed the night.

It has happened already.

But in the morning, Diamond came back alone.

The horse. And we decided to come to the police.

You decided right. Is there anyone else in the house except you?

No. The stableman and the maid, they come and go.

They haven't been here since yesterday morning.

We don't touch the dishes. The maid is going to come.

And your parents?

Our mother died a long time ago.

And our father married Elena Konstantinovna,

but died a year ago, too.

My condolences.

So now Elena Konstantinovna is your legal ward?

That's right.

Don't be worried so soon, we're looking for her already.

In the town, the surroundings, neighboring mansions...

Maybe she really did stay over somewhere. We'll find her and help her.

I couldn't help overhearing your conversation.

You're going to travel?

It's nonsense. Just daydreaming.

I'm sure your paintings will be liked in Montmartre.

Every painter dreams of Paris.

-And who's Ivan? -What Ivan?

Well, you were going to take him to Paris with you.

Oh! That's my friend from the gymnasium, Kungurov. We're friends.

-I see. -Yakov Platonovich!

Excuse me.

Allow me to report. We've found her in a ditch. Dead.

-Go to the precinct. -Yes, sir.

-Some development? -If we find anything out, we'll tell you.

Thank you. All the best.

Go.

-Good afternoon, doctor. -Hello, Yakov Platonovich.

-Well, then? -To me it's clear as day.

Her neck is broken. Here, look. A deep head wound.

The blood is already caked. Apparently, she fell off her horse over there.

Yes, the picture is clear.

There are signs of her fall all over the hill.

She fell off her horse and rolled down into the ditch.

But there is one peculiar thing. Her head wound is serious?

You can see for yourself. Deep, penetrating.

So she must have hit herself. Hit herself very hard on something.

Well, that's quite obvious. There are boulders there, and tree roots.

The peculiar thing is that a wound should bleed.

But there is no blood on the way of her body.

Nor is there any blood here.

So you're saying she was already dead?

She was killed someplace else,

and then taken here and thrown into the ditch.

So it's possible that her neck was broken after the fall of her already dead body.

Tell me, doctor, is it possible to determine the time difference

between the moment of her skull and her neck being broken?

In theory, it's possible.

But the time difference has to be very big.

-Try it. Send the body away. -Take it away.

A third of Zatonsk has come to you, no more, no less.

I'm no worse as a photographer.

What are you trying to find there?

You know, it's like I'm between a rock and a hard place.

I got the assignment to find something strange.

But there are ghosts in all these photographs.

What do you think, is that strange?

All those "ghosts" are a trick.

He used photographs of the clients' dead relatives.

I got that much myself.

-Do you want some tea, maybe? -I won't say no.

I'll tidy up here and put the kettle on.

Yes. Wait! Where are you going?

I told you, don't throw anything out under any circumstances.

-But they're botched. -Well... Despite that, please leave them.

I still have to look at them, study them.

Well, I'll put the tea on.

Mr Shtolman, any news?

I must bring you some bad news.

Your stepmother, Elena Konstantinovna, has passed on.

This cannot be. How?

As far as we can tell, she fell off her horse.

Can you remember what time she set off?

-At 12, as usual. -You know the exact time?

Yes, we were expecting the photographer at 12, so I remembered.

The photographer?

We invited Golubev the photographer to our house.

Mr Golubev, the one who photographs the ghosts of the departed?

Yes, I understand it's dubious.

But many people praise him, and we wanted to take a photograph with our parents.

Why?

No reason.

Did you know that Mr Golubev was killed last night?

No.

-Did your stepmother have any enemies? -Not as far as I know. Why do you ask?

-We suppose she was killed as well. -Killed?

Yes. I have to inspect her room.

Please.

-Have you seen her? -Who?

-Elena. -Of course.

-How is she? -What do you mean?

-Did she suffer badly? -She fell off her horse into a ditch.

Where is your sister?

En plein air, she's learning to paint.

-Myasnikov. Who's that? -Myasnikov. Vsevolod Myasnikov.

He's... Elena's friend. Myasnikov the factory owner's son.

-What, her lover? -Well, yes.

They had a row recently. Shouted at each other.

-What were they shouting? -I didn't listen.

I'm confiscating the letters. Where can I find your sister again?

At the pond. It's down the footpath. I'll take you there.

No, thank you. I can find it myself.

I bring bad news, Viktoriya. Elena Konstantinovna is dead.

Fell off her horse?

Seems that way, but we've yet to determine the circumstances.

I felt that back when the policeman rode by.

Is this me or do the circumstances of your stepmother's death not upset you much?

A strange woman has died that our father brought into our house.

-That is sad, of course. -Did you hate her?

No. That person didn't deserve such strong feelings.

-We suspect she may have been murdered. -Murdered? Who would need it?

That's a good question. Really, who would need it?

It's her lover Myasnikov.

They had a terrible fight a couple of days ago.

-And I think he yelled he would kill her. -Reason?

She declared that she was leaving him. They shouted very loudly, I heard it all.

And... And who becomes your legal warden now?

Our uncle. Dmitriy Spiridonov.

I won't keep you any longer.

Your uncle has to come here as soon as possible.

-My brother has already sent for him. -Did he?

-Are you looking for something, too? -I'm not looking for anything.

I just want to see what's in it.

Misha isn't with us anymore. I need to deal with his heirloom. So...

-And the key is gone? -Yes.

Let me.

If I may...

All you need is to know the design. And...

Nothing.

Oh Misha, you lousy cheapskate.

-What were you hoping for? -What was I hoping for?

A living. I taught that photographer reason.

And he backstabbed me. Wanted that Mironova as a partner.

So... you took a weight to his head?

God be with you.

I wanted to kill Misha sometimes, but I didn't kill him.

I was at the hotel, from 10 PM to 10 AM. Everyone saw me there.

I... I believe you. Well, then...

Anton Andreievich...

could you stay with me a little longer?

I feel so calm with you.

-I... -Come tomorrow, too.

Really?

Tomorrow... I have a lot of work.

Here. Take this.

Stop.

-Good afternoon, Anna Viktorovna. -Afternoon.

Get in, I'll take you there.

Thank you, it's not far. I'll get there myself.

-Coming to see the knyaz, then. -Coming to see Alice, then.

I... I wanted to ask you something.

What do you think about that photographer Golubev?

A con. And he's trying to con me right now, too.

Blaming me, can you imagine?

That night when you went to see him, did he say he was expecting somebody?

Our conversation was very short.

I came, saw his photographs with the ghosts,

realized right away it was a sham...

And told him I didn't want to work with him. There.

And when you were leaving, did you see anybody next to the house?

No. The streets were already empty.

-How are you, Anna Viktorovna? -How am I what?

-How are you... -Oh, how am I? The usual.

-How is Alice? -She's fine at the knyaz's house.

-I haven't seen you in a long time. -So what?

Alice, Anna Viktorovna's here to see you.

You have so many toy soldiers.

His Illustrious Highness ordered them delivered from St Petersburg.

He's taking care of her.

I will be nearby.

Right, so what is this battle?

I never had toy soldiers. I never even played with dolls much.

Can I take a look?

Where's that first soldier? You didn't lose him, did you?

This one, right?

No, of course he's yours. I... I'm not trying to take him away from you.

Your father must have given him to you, right?

Hey, I just got an idea.

What if we summon your father's ghost, Colonel Lawrence's?

No, no, if you don't want it, of course I'm not going to do that.

Although, what's wrong with that?

She listen. Don't talk. She listen.

All right, all right.

But still, you're not against that? You want me to do that?

Is everything all right here?

Yes. Alice just got a little excited from playing.

Finally!

-What happened? -She wants to summon Lawrence!

Who? Summon where?

My God. Mademoiselle Mironova, who else!

She got it into her head to talk to Lawrence.

-How do you know? -She shared that idea with Alice.

And the servant was eavesdropping.

Yes, they are friends.

Which I cannot say about you.

I would like you to get close to Anna.

You had a wonderful opportunity, by the way, but you didn't use it.

You mean our walk in the woods?

She'll never forgive me for Shtolman.

-What do you intend to do? -I don't know.

I can't forbid her from summoning spirits.

I wonder, why didn't we realize earlier that she can summon Lawrence?

And this is juniper, by the way.

Careful, careful, it's still nettles here. It stings and that hurts.

Look, ALice, can you see those beautiful flowers?

Come here, take a look.

This is speedwell. Try it.

-I want. I want you talk to him. -What?

And still, you believe that Anna can talk to the dead? Literally.

Even if that's the case, I don't think she can get anything out of Lawrence.

And even if she can, she won't understand it.

I'd keep Anna away from Alice.

No. I need Anna here. Close to myself.

-Where is Korobeinikov? -He left about half an hour ago.

Tell me, were you there taking photographs at the Spiridonovs' house?

-Yes, yesterday. -At what hour?

They called us there at 12. And we arrived on time.

-Was the lady of the manor there? -I don't know.

We were taking pictures of the young Spiridonovs

and their late parents.

Well, right. And the photographs? Do you still have the photographs?

Mikhail developed them and printed them as soon as we returned from there.

The Spiridonovs are young and educated. Why did they believe in your photographs?

It is no bigger a lie than those spiritual interrogations of Ms Mironova's.

Golubev photographed the young Spiridonovs and their stepmother was killed.

Later, Golubev was killed himself.

Do you think it's a mystery? A real mystery.

I'll tell you more: it's some kind of enigma.

I went to the hotel. Glafira really did spend the night there.

She came at 9 in the evening and left at 10 in the morning.

Who told you that? The receptionist?

Has it occurred to you that the hotel has a back entrance that no one controls?

Why would Glafira kill Golubev?

They had a business together, they lived together in perfect harmony.

I think that's groundless.

But something's happened,

and I have a feeling that the young Spiridonovs are involved.

Here are Myasnikov's letters to Spiridonova.

Scolding, threats...

They had an intense love affair. There's a thread for you.

-We need to call him in to talk. -So that's what it is...

Yes.

Someone to see you, sir.

Dmitriy Spiridonov. Viktoriya and Konstantin's uncle.

Very well. I was just going to come to see you.

I demand an explanation.

Who gave you the right to question my underage nephlings?

As far as I know, you aren't their legal warden.

Being their uncle is enough.

Special circumstances. There's been a murder.

-A murder? -Yes.

What do you mean, murder? I was told she fell off a horse.

Well, some evidence points to a violent death.

-Just like I thought. -Why?

Someone had to do it sooner or later.

She was scum. I kept telling my brother about it.

-Do you know a certain Myasnikov? -That's her lover.

How do you know that?

Half the town knows that. And I found out from my nephlings.

-So what can you tell us about him? -Nothing. Why should I talk about him?

Well, it seems their relationship was strained lately.

I haven't a clue. I never took interest in their affair.

And you, where were you yesterday between noon and two o'clock?

-I was hunting. -Who can corroborate it?

-Only my dog. -Are you making a joke?

Leave my nephlings alone. Or you will have to deal with me.

Mr Spiridonov...

Goodbye.

All the best.

-What a character. -There's something I don't understand.

Was he always like that or is that a bravado after a psychological shock?

-Do you think he killed her? -Or he knows something.

I'll shake him down tomorrow. And you, bring me Spiridonova's lover.

-Myasnikov? -Get some rest. We're done for today.

Thank you.

Yes?

Dear Glafira, I'm sorry for bothering you...

Hello, Anton Andreievich. It's so good you've come.

-Really? -Yes.

I... I just came to see how you were doing.

Thank you so much. I'm just tidying up here.

Yes... Yes, I can see that. You're hard at work.

Work makes one forget his worries and is pleasant in itself.

Or are you looking for treasure?

I can't hide anything from you.

I'm looking for money. Yes, Anton Andreievich, I'm honest with you.

Could you lend me a hand? You're a master of searching rooms.

-You're making jokes now? -Is this a time for jokes?

Golubev hid all his savings.

Here?

Yes. And I was left with nothing. What do I do now?

Glafira...

-Anna Viktorovna! Anna Viktorovna! -Anton Andreievich.

Excuse me for such an unexpected visit, and taking valuable time out of your life,

but I have a very urgent favor to ask.

Of course, Anton Andreievich.

You know, there's a person who needs your help.

You help many people, and...

Yes, she was short with you.

But on the other hand, you can understand her.

She has been through too many shocks.

-Who do you mean? Is it that?... -Yes, Glafira.

She's... she's in a very complicated situation.

Anton Andreievich, you're looking after her?

Yes. I'm begging you, talk to the photographer's ghost.

Let her talk to him herself. She's a medium, isn't she?

Yes, I understand, my dear, it was very silly on her part.

She really is no medium.

She was just forced to make a living in that silly and,

of course, dishonest way.

But that is in the past, I assure you.

Well, Anton Andreievich, all right. But only for you.

-Sit down. -Thank you.

Well, what does she want?

That Golubev started to hide his profits from her at some point.

And then he hid a certain sum.

Could you ask him where exactly he hid it?

He has no need for that money now, has he?

What? Ask her where the money is?

Anton Andreievich, my dear,

I don't think you should associate with that woman.

That's none of my business of course, but she's...

I understand, I see what you're saying. And I mostly agree with you.

This favor, it's not just uncouth, it's silly.

But still, she simply has nobody else to help her.

No.

I won't do anything for her, and I suggest you don't do it, either..

I shouldn't have come. For God's sake, forgive me.

-I'll get going. -Yes.

Goodbye.

-All the best. -Goodbye.

You again?

Why do you keep coming to me?

Tell me who killed you already.

THE PHOTOGRAPHER