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ANNA, THE DETECTIVE

THE PHOTOGRAPHER EPISODE 38

Those... Those are my letters! How?...

How dare you!

Spiridonova was killed.

Your letters are full of reproaches and threats.

There are witnesses who have heard you threaten to kill her during a row.

And who are those witnesses? The twins? You can't trust them.

They hated Elena so much they may have killed her themselves!

Why did they hate her so much, then?

They hated her from the moment she appeared in their house.

And especially ever since the death of their father.

For some reason they thought that Elena was the one who poisoned him.

How come you know that?

I overheard their conversation by accident.

When I was visiting with Elena.

Where were you two days ago from 12 to 2 PM?

-I don't remember. -Do try to remember.

Home, I think. Sleeping my hangover off.

-Who can corroborate that? -Nobody.

Look, suspecting me is idiotic.

I... I loved Elena.

Why did you threaten her, then?

Well, there are some times in a relationship...

From your letters we know that she left you.

Well, yes. Yes!

I lost my mind. I threatened her. But this is nonsense!

It was a figure of speech!

The twins and their pal, that's who hated her!

-What buddy? -There's a certain Kungurov.

Kostya's friend, also chases Vika.

He kept hanging around Lena's house, which irritated her.

When was the last time you saw her?

Last time... Last time...

It's so awful to realize that.

Me, killing her? I'd die myself if only she lived!

I was drinking all that time. I don't even remember where I was.

And still, when was the last time you saw her?

The same day, the day we had our row. At her house. Five days ago.

You're free to go. I might call on you again.

He is a strange man. Like an axe.

You can build a house with it, or you can kill a man.

Something's wrong with him.

Glafira, tell me, how was Golubev lately?

Well, I've been at odds with him for a long time.

And last time, it's like he'd lost his mind.

He went to the Spiridonovs', after developing the print. And...

Are you saying he went to the Spiridonovs' another time?

Well, yeah. "I'll go to the Spiridonovs'," he says.

And... and he took off, as if there was a prize waiting for him there.

And when you were taking Spiridonovs' picture, did anything happen here?

No... Well, he took the pictures and we left.

He developed the print and... and rushed back there?

Well, yes. It wasn't even dry when he left.

I see now.

Anton Andreievich, do you want any tea?

To be honest, I do. But I must say goodbye.

I will visit some other time, if you will let me.

I will be glad to.

-Anna Viktorovna, are you here to see me? -No, I'm here to see Korobeinikov.

Of course I'm here to see you. I just had a very strange dream.

Of course, you're not going to tell Korobeinikov about your dreams, are you?

As you wish. I think I really will tell it to Korobeinikov.

At least he'll listen to me and keep it in mind concerning the photographer case.

All right, I'm sorry. I'm listening.

I saw a half-open door, like a wardrobe door.

And a woman's hand sticking out of it. You know, in a very strange way.

From below. Like if that woman was lying in the wardrobe.

I don't understand, what does the photographer have to do with it?

What do you mean? He was the one who showed me all that.

Well, all right.

Yes, and I'm sure it all has to do with his photographs somehow.

Thank you. I'll keep that in mind.

What will you keep in mind?

Why do you always say, "I'll keep that in mind"?

You never keep anything in mind.

In fact, I value your help very much. You can believe me.

Really? Good. I wish you good luck.

Anna Viktorovna, did Golubev show you what happened at the Spiridonovs'?

Just the wardrobe. Who is that, the Spiridonovs?

His last clients.

All right, I'll ask him.

-Thank you. I'll appreciate it. -Yes.

Let's go, Meodiy.

Yakov Platonovich!

As soon as Golubev developed the Spiridonovs' photographs,

he went back to see them.

That's what I thought. What did he see in those photographs?

I don't know.

Find Kungurov for me. The twins' friend. Go.

You were correct.

Death really did come as a result

of a very strong hit to the back of the head.

And the neck, as we suspected, was broken later. About four hours later.

So they killed her at noon and threw her in the ditch four hours later?

That's right. To be honest, Yakov Platonovich,

that's quite a task you gave me.

I mean, determining that time difference.

How did you do it?

The thing is, a live human being will always have an internal hemorrhage

after a spinal column fracture.

Which, obviously, won't happen with a dead one.

Bravo, doctor.

You should write articles for scientific journals.

I will certainly do that as soon as I have more free time.

Thank you, you've been a great help.

You are always welcome to visit me.

Anton Andreievich, hello. Has something happened again?

Yes, something always happens.

Is there a certain Ivan Kungurov living here?

Yes, we have one with that name. He rents apartment 28. But he's not here.

What do you mean? Where is he?

He left. Two days ago he came out

with a suitcase, said he'd be back in a week.

Right. Where did he go?

He didn't say. And I didn't ask. He's, you know... not very talkative.

-Secretive? -Not exactly... But not outgoing for sure.

I see. How old is he?

-19, 20. -Where does he work?

-A clerk at the docks. -You know everything, don't you?

It's my job.

Thank you. I mean, he hasn't been back?

No, sir. After he left two days ago with a suitcase, he hasn't returned.

Well... Have any letters arrived for him?

-No, sir. -Thank you.

Oh, Mr Sleuth. To what do I owe the pleasure?

Still the same.

I hope you remember someone who can corroborate your alibi now.

Well, here I am, remembering.

All right, as you wish.

Why? Why would I want to kill that scum?

You just answered your own question.

All right. A forester saw me. About 10 verst from where she died.

His last name is Pakhomov.

-I'll check. -Please do.

I wanted to talk to your nephlings. Where are they?

What about?

The same thing, their stepmother's murder.

Listen. I strongly recommend you look for the killer elsewhere.

When I need your recommendations, I'll call you to the precinct.

So where are they?

Quiet.

-See him? -Where is he?

There he is.

Easy, easy.

All right, go from the right. Come on, come on.

Just don't break his wings.

-There he is. -Come on, come on, come on...

-Damn it! -Where did you go?

-Hello. -Hello, youngsters.

Mr Policeman, can you see the swallowtail? He evaded us again.

There he is. There, catch him.

Machaon, genus Papilio, family Papilionidae.

I collect butterflies.

-It must be an interesting hobby. -Yes

I wonder why you thought that it was your stepmother who poisoned your father.

Why do you think we think that?

You don't have to pretend, I know that for a fact.

I mean, do you have any reason to suspect her of that?

She profited from it.

Father fell ill right after the wedding, and died a year later.

And she was in charge of his fortune.

Until you came of age. So theoretically, you have motive to want her dead.

Your suggestion sounds silly.

So according to you, your stepmother rode out at 12,

and you were at home all day?

That's right.

And where was your friend Kungurov?

He went to St Petersburg for a week. Why?

They say he was at your house a lot.

Yes, we spent a lot of time together.

When did he leave?

4 days ago, before all this, if you wanted to know that.

I did. Thank you. I'll talk to your sister.

-I'll call her. -No need.

Do you collect butterflies?

I think a sleuth has to have a hobby like this one.

-What did your stepmother ever do to you? -What?

Who hit her over the head first, you or your brother?

Are you out of your mind?

I'm going to complain to my uncle and he'll sue you.

Why did Kungurov leave for St Petersburg?

To find out the requirements for going to the university.

-When was that? -Four days ago.

And I'm not saying any more without my uncle and a lawyer.

I don't have any more questions, anyway.

All the best.

-So what about Kungurov? -He left before everything.

-We don't know where. -To St Petersburg.

What's the matter, Anton Andreievich?

I've broken my eyes and lost my mind.

There must be something in that photograph!

There must be.

I never noticed before that in the background

of the portraits at the Spiridonovs', there is a wardrobe.

Wardrobe?

Yes, really, it's a wardrobe. A painting, chairs, nothing unusual.

Are these photographs all?

Well... I've brought everything there was.

-And the botched ones? -You mean the undeveloped ones?

Call them whatever you like.

I... I never paid attention to them. I didn't know what to look for.

Well, do you know now?

Go see Glafira and get me all the botched photographs

from the Spiridonovs' house.

On my way.

I've been waiting for you.

Photographs! Botched, undeveloped photographs!

What happened?

-Did you throw them all out? -Well, yes. Into the trash in the street.

Glafira, my dear, come on. I need them right away.

Show me right now where you threw them out.

I don't remember by now.

In that case, let's go look for them. Please. It's very important.

-What's in them, in those photographs? -You'd know better.

There was nothing in them, nothing special.

If there was nothing, in that case, where are they?

Why did you throw them out? I asked you not to throw anything out!

Well, I don't remember. I threw them out somewhere and...

You know, I need them urgently! Simply immediately!

Anton Andreievich, you're always in a hurry somewhere.

You're so elusive.

Well... you know... it's my job. I'm on the job right now.

I ask you... I ask you to tell me where the photographs are.

I need them now.

The garbage heap behind the house.

In that case, I will go there immediately.

Excuse me.

Anna Viktorovna, good afternoon. You won't throw me out, I hope?

Has something happened?

At the precinct, you said you saw a hand in the wardrobe.

Here, in the photograph, look... is that the same wardrobe?

Yes. It's the same wardrobe. Except the door is closed.

Is that at the Spiridonovs'?

Something tells me you've realized it all about the wardrobe yourself.

Why have you come?

Believe me, if only I could change something...

-What are you talking about? -Everything's wrong.

But right now, I am powerless.

Well... If you're powerless,

then maybe you shouldn't worry about it.

Here they are. Found them.

-Will you help the investigation? -Of course.

In that case, if you so please, put the tea on.

And a wet towel, if you could. I...

With great pleasure.

Stop.

Brother, send some of our people here. From the police.

Konstantin! Viktoriya!

Is there anybody home?

Mr Spiridonov!

Who's there?

Police.

Look, calm down. He has no evidence, just theories.

-You think he'll leave us alone? -Of course.

It's going to be all right, like before.

Quiet. Don't touch him, he's sleeping.

He should sleep it off by now.

What's going to happen now?

It's going to be fine. That copper doesn't know anything.

He has no proof.

But he knows everything!

He asked me plainly which one of us hit her over the head.

Get up, we're going to have some tea. What are you doing here?

You?

Who were you expecting?

Glafira... Glafira!

Quick. Look.

Here.

-My God, what is that? -Yes, ma'am...

Tell me, did you see it during the shoot?

No. Of course not.

There. I suppose Golubev saw it in the photograph, too.

And he set off to the Spiridonovs' right away.

-Anton Andreievich. -Yes?

-Please don't leave. -How can I not, ma'am?

-I'm afraid. -Of what?

I'm afraid they're going to arrest me.

No, no, you definitely shouldn't be afraid of anything.

You are completely innocent.

-I'm scared. -Scared?

-Hide me. -How?

I don't have any money for a hotel. And I don't have anywhere to go.

I... True, but... I don't quite understand...

-You live alone, don't you? -Yes, ma'am, I...

What are you doing here?

Why is the wardrobe empty?

You can't be here and interrogate us without our uncle.

-Where is he, your uncle? -He's not home.

He just escaped from me through the window. Why?

You're mistaken. He's not at home.

I suggest you tell the truth. We're investigating a murder.

I will repeat. What was in this wardrobe?

Clothes. Moths came and we took them out.

And mopped the floor carefully, too.

I won't tell you any more. Don't say anything, either.

On one of Mr Golubev's photographs you can see

a woman's hand sticking out of this wardrobe.

Show me.

The photograph is at the precinct. You'll see it when the time comes.

That's something out of Edgar Poe. Have you read Edgar Poe?

I have. You're under arrest on suspicion of a double murder.

-Double? -Double.

Mr Golubev blackmailed you.

So you killed him on the night of the same day.

We're not going anywhere without our uncle.

Get your things. Or do I call the officers?

Into the house, now! Hide inside!

-Who was shooting, Yakov Platonovich? -I don't know who it was.

Halt! I said halt!

Who are you?

Ivan. Kungurov.

Here he is, your friend Kungurov.

Yakov Platonovich...

I found it. The hand in the wardrobe.

-Why did you shoot? -I didn't shoot.

-Who did, then? -I don't know. Someone nearby.

-Then why did you hide from me? -I was afraid I'd get accused of murder.

-When did Kungurov come to you? -The day before Elena disappeared.

Why did he bring a suitcase, then?

We invited him to stay for a couple of weeks.

-But why? -We're just friends!

What did you hit Lady Spiridonova with?

She left for a ride and never returned. That's all we know.

How do you explain this, then?

Look here, at the wardrobe.

It's the charlatan photographer! He takes pictures of ghosts.

That hand is one of his tricks.

Did you tell him that when he came to blackmail you?

There was no blackmail.

But why did you lie to me about Kungurov?

We just didn't want to involve him in our family trouble.

Glafira.

My God...

Did you forget what we came here for?

Yes... Yes... I remember.

I am calling my deductive reasoning and intuitive tension.

I just have to think the way Golubev would think.

What would he choose as the ideal place for a hidden stash?

Unexpected... An unexpected place for a hidden stash.

Did you look there?

Of course, of course. It all jumps out at you.

You know what, Glafira?

Could you please make me a cup of tea so I can concentrate?

Of course.

Glafira.

Well?

Well, I'm thinking, thinking, thinking...

Thinking like Golubev, thinking like Golubev.

Well...

It can't be in the ceiling, can it?

It would be mad, madder than taking firewood to the woods, but you never kn...

How?

My God... How did you figure it out?

-It was more intuition than logic. -You're a genius detective.

Glafira, I...

Well, it's not much.

That rascal Misha, squandered it all.

But it's better than nothing.

Spirit of Colonel Lawrence, come.

Spirit of Colonel Lawrence, come.

Spirit of Colonel Lawrence...

You're here.

Are you sure that hand isn't some photographic trick?

I am sure that it is impossible to paste the hand into a different photograph

with that precision.

Impossible... You'd know better.

-However, there are no confessions. -There aren't.

But they'll break under the weight of the evidence.

Why was Kungurov shooting at you, then?

I don't even think it was Kungurov. We need to inspect the crime scene again.

Well, then, get to work.

Good morning, gentlemen. Good morning.

No, it's good afternoon, Mr Korobeinikov. You're quite late to work.

-You know that... -No...

Anton Andreievich was running an errand for me.

Well, that changes it. Get to work.

Thank you.

Did you get your inheritance, or win the lottery?

No. No, sir. I just love my job.

Let's go, then.

They shot at me from there. I returned fire.

I suggest we carefully inspect everything there.

Yakov Platonovich...

Looks like he was shooting from here. From behind a tree.

A hunting rifle.

So Kungurov wasn't the shooter. Kungurov isn't wounded.

Seems that way.

While we were chasing Kungurov around,

looks like this wounded shooter got away on horseback.

The twins hid Spiridonova's body here,

and they only had a few seconds.

Since the photographer and his wife were already at the door.

Yes, they couldn't cancel the photographer.

Not quite.

One of them had the brilliant idea to use the photographer as alibi.

They knew for a fact that the time of death would be established,

and it would coincide with the time the photographing took place.

But Kungurov isn't in the photograph, so consequently, he has no alibi.

But according to their legend, he went to St Petersburg.

But they were hiding him here.

-Then he could have killed Spiridonova. -So it seems.

One thing is unclear: who shot at you?

I don't know. We need to look for a wounded man.

But I wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be the twins' uncle.

Anna Viktorovna! Why do you have to be here?

-I invited Anna Viktorovna. -"Invited"?

Yes, invited. I think she might help us.

Don't you think you're putting her in danger?

Wait. I offered my help myself. Just tell me the name of the deceased.

-Elena Spiridonova. -Elena Spiridonova.

-Can I be alone here for a few minutes? -Certainly.

Yakov Platonovich...

Spiridonov shot at me and he's wounded. We need to check the hospitals.

And we need to check freelance doctors. He must have come to one.

Well, do that later, then.

Spirit of Elena Spiridonova, come.

Spirit of Elena...

How did it happen?

You scum, what have you turned this house into?

Who told you he could stay?

Scum! Filth!

How dare you? Depravity, in my house!

Ungrateful filth!

Don't you dare!

Shtolman.

Someone's there. I heard something.

Spiridonov, police!

No silly business!

I give up. I give up.

I need a doctor.

Did you kill Golubev?

You don't have to answer. Your nephew confessed to everything.

He's the one who'll suffer for it.

Yes. It was me. Me.

Kostya came to me and started asking for money.

A serious amount.

I started asking him what it was for,

and he... he told me everything, and...

So that night, you came to the photographer's house and killed him.

Yes.

It was me.

I just came there to talk.

And he started behaving inappropriately.

Blackmailing me again.

-Get a doctor here. -Maybe we should take him to a hospital?

He might not make it. Get a doctor here, let him decide.

Got it.

That's quite a wound.

Why did you shoot at me?

I saw you walk my nephlings out.

And I had a rifle handy.

I was coming back from a hunt.

So I thought, here it is, the solution to all my problems.

If I were in the habit of solving problems that way,

would I have to strangle you with that pillow?

We were looking for him all over the town, and he was here all along.

He's the one who killed Golubev.

And I saw some lady. She yelled at a girl, a young man came to her defense.

He pushed the lady and she... hit her head.

Why did they try to hide it, the idiot kids?

I don't know.

-Can I go home? -I'll finish up here and take you there.

All right, I'll get there on my own.

Anna Viktorovna, someday I'll explain everything to you.

Well, you've told me that already.

Imagine that, they thought they were certain to be accused of murder.

So they hid the body.

And their uncle thought they were the ones who killed her.

So he killed the blackmailing photographer.

What a horrible web of misunderstandings. And solving these misunderstandings...

-I bought a ticket. -To the theater?

-No. The train. -No. How?

Are you leaving? Is it for long? What about me?

-My dear, I felt happy with you. -Glafira...

You didn't think we could walk down the aisle, did you?

-To be honest, I didn't think of that... -Good.

I just had no time. It all happened...

There's nothing to think about.

You and me, married?

We're too different.

-Glafira... -Thank you for everything.

For the money you planted there. It must have been all your savings.

-How did you know? -I knew.

I must have checked that photo camera at least five times.

It was very noble of you.

I am getting paid next week, I'll have more money. Glafira, please.

My sweet, wonderful Korobeinikov. I am grateful for everything.

I will remember these two day, these two nights.

Don't walk me there. Goodbye.

What did you do? Why? You're innocent!

That is, you were until the moment you did all that.

-Come on, tell me why. -Who would believe us it was an accident?

-Me! I would believe you! -You were the first to suspect us.

When father died, we came to you, to the police.

We came because we thought our stepmother had poisoned him.

The captain told us to go away and leave those fantasies.

And now she is killed.

I killed her. Accidentally.

She was screaming so awfully... I just wanted to protect Vika from her.

We only had a minute to think. The photographer was on our porch already.

I thought it was a good opportunity for an alibi.

-And the photographer? -We didn't touch the photographer.

Yes, he came to us with the photograph, I promised him money.

And you ran to your uncle for the money?

-Who else? He promised... -No.

No... This cannot be.

He promised you money, and later that night he came to the photographer and...

-No, our uncle couldn't do it. -He could.

Mr Investigator, Ivan and I take the entirety of the blame.

But please, let Vika go.

Yevgrashin!

-Take the lady home. -Yes, sir, Your High Nobleness.

Let's go, please.

That's possible, but it all depends on you.

Your statements have to be persuasive and coordinated.

Write it down in the record: I was the one who pushed Elena.

And then us two took her to the ditch. But just us two.

Anna Viktorovna. Thank you for finding the time.

Is it something important?

I actually have business with your father.

For reasons known to you, I cannot talk to him directly.

So I am asking for your help.

Yes?

The Spiridonovs need a lawyer. A good lawyer.

I would offer it to Viktor Ivanovich myself if it wasn't for the row.

So please, assist me.

Yes. Of course, I'll relay your request to him.

And I think he'll take that case.

Thank you.

You feel for the Spiridonovs, then?

To be quite honest, yes. Young people, their whole lives ahead of them, and...

This happens. I feel for the girl most of all.

Oh, you feel for the girl? But she lied, she hid evidence, obstructed justice!

She's guilty.

An absurd and tragic accident. She was scared, confused...

She wanted to avoid punishment.

I see you're being unusually harsh today.

And you're being unusually generous today.

No, tell me, why suddenly be protective of young girls?

And why didn't you extend that favor to me?

That's unfair.

What? What did she do to earn your protection?

Why are you so combative today?

I'll relay your request to my father, of course.

Goodbye, Anna Viktorovna.

THE PHOTOGRAPHER