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ANNA, THE DETECTIVE

THE CONVICT AND THE PROSECUTOR EPISODE 44

I...

I saw that Skameykin, the court secretary, yesterday.

He told me all about that convict, how scared they were.

We had no idea!

He says he was badly beaten.

Maybe Piotr Ivanovich was, too, and he’s just hiding it?

Even if he was, he won’t tell us.

He keeps joking about it, as if it were a jaunt.

Masha, that’s why I’m asking you to be more accommodating with him.

Yes, of course. I’ll do my best.

Such incidents always leave their mark.

Do you think it is that serious?

I have no doubts.

He went out this morning.

Praskovya says he didn’t even have breakfast.

Stop.

Yakov Platonovich.

I’m so happy to see you! You can’t imagine.

Hello, Piotr Ivanovich. I didn’t have a chance to thank you yesterday.

My God, what for?

You kept your cool or at least faked it well in a complicated situation.

You got it right. Faked it – that’s exactly what happened.

My hands were shaking so much as if I had been carrying logs all day.

I keep seeing Kulagin with my inner eyes, standing with a gun like a martyr.

You think he’s a martyr? I saw it more than once, you know.

Hostages who became sympathetic toward their captors, merciless killers.

Oh, that’s what you mean! Do you think it’s what happened to me?

No. I believe him. I do.

Did you offer him help, by any chance?

How could I?

Somehow I’m certain that you gave him your word.

Under other circumstances, you’d probably have kept it.

He said I should send

a note to 4, Starokoniushennaya St. if I need something.

-Annette. -Yakov Platonovich! It’s good you’re here.

What happened?

I’m almost certain that Vera Kulagina is in danger.

How do you know that?

Matvey Kulagin.

Go.

Please be careful.

I think she’s still alive.

Vera! Mrs. Kulagina, do you hear me?

Pick her up. Take her to the carriage.

Careful.

Get her to the hospital and post a guard at her ward.

Be careful on your way. She’s gravely wounded.

-Mr. Manager. -Yes.

Where were you when she was shot?

In the backyard. I heard some pop... I came here running, and...

Did you see anyone through the window?

No. I didn’t realize at once that it was a shot.

Has anybody visited Mrs. Kulagina in the last 24 hours?

No. Nobody. I’m not always here, though. I might have missed.

We’ll catch him, Innokentiy Mikhaylovich. Shtolman is really good.

Is he? Half the town might get killed while he’s researching Kulagin’s past.

This is an exaggeration.

My secretary Skameykin still can’t go back to work.

Skameykin, right...

Nikolay Vasilyevich, there was a shooting at the Kulagins’s house.

The widow was injured.

There! You see?

Where is Shtolman?

His High Nobleness left when it was still daylight and hasn’t come back yet.

You see?

What am I supposed to see? Who shot the widow?

Tighten security at the town’s exit.

Organize raids at all known places of debauchery.

Yes, Your High Nobleness.

Innokentiy Mikhaylovich, I think we can set it right.

Everything will be fine.

He remembers the engagement!

People at your age forget their wedding anniversaries,

and you celebrate the engagement.

Piotr Ivanovich, remember how you called me Helen?

When did it happen? When?

You don’t remember?

We had just been introduced and were talking about weather.

Suddenly you said, “You’re not just Helen; you’re Helen of Troy! ”

Belle Helen!

Yes. I wondered why you took such a dislike to me immediately.

Are you trying to get me drunk tonight? Am I right?

No, Uncle. We’d be the first victims in this battle.

Why are you like this? We just wanted a celebration.

All right.

I suggest we cancel this celebration putting such a strain on everybody.

I’m absolutely fine. I don’t need to be humored like a child.

Do you have to be like this?

I know, I know. You meant well.

But I’m perfectly all right.

No need for all this.

So, excuse me. No need.

Andrey. An... Andrey. Andrey.

He will come.

-What is it? What? -Give me your hand.

Andrey. It... It was me... Me...

It was me... Me! Me! I killed him! I did!

Whom?

To tell you the truth, Yakov Platonovich, I’m not happy with myself.

Don’t be so hard on yourself, Aleksandr Frantsevich. I saw the wound.

She was calling for an Andrey before she died.

Also, she said she had killed someone.

These were her words. “I killed him.”

Do you need me to extract the bullet?

Yes, as soon as possible. I have to ask you not to tell anyone about her death.

Of course.

I saw your report in the Kulagin case.

There was this strange wording regarding the murder weapon... Very vague.

I’m still uncertain about the weapon.

I remember Izvarin showing me the blade covered in blood.

I can’t be sure, but it seemed to me then

that the depth of the wound didn’t correspond to the length of the blade.

Why didn’t you come to the crime scene?

Nobody sent for me, Yakov Platonovich. I was on call that day,

and I only found out about the murder when they had brought the body.

Thank you, doctor.

Permission to report. Yakov Platonovich is at the hospital.

The orderly has just returned from there. Kulagin’s widow is dying.

What is he doing there? Is he a doctor?

I don’t know, sir.

You and Yakov Platonovich are making such a mess!

Why did you come to Izvarin about the Kulagin case?

We needed to check some details.

Anton Andreyevich.

I’m filing a report to the Police Department

on Mr. Shtolman’s incompetency.

What do you mean?

On that day in court, Yakov Platonovich was able to...

To do what? Let a convict loose?

Without even attempting to catch him later!

Now I’ll have to answer to the province government!

Korobeynikov, if you plan to keep working in the police,

I suggest that you too report your boss’s failures.

If they start an internal investigation, all our staff will be questioned.

Your statement might come in handy.

I... I don’t think it’s possible.

I’m not prepared to testify against Shtolman.

Take your time. Think about it... if you value your job here.

It’s too late.

She’s dead.

Too late.

I’m sorry, Mr. Kulagin... but you’ll have to come with me.

Don’t ask me where.

-I don’t care. -I’ll take you to the safest place.

-What happened to you? -I couldn’t make myself love my husband.

-But what happened to you? -I loved another man.

Was it his brother?

I killed him.

It was all my fault.

Here.

Is Miss Nina coming?

Yes.

I’m sorry for this interference. I realize this is none of my business.

But I talked to the deputy chief of the garrison,

and he was worried about her frequent visits.

Nonsense! Miss Nina is a respectable woman.

She is close to the empress.

-This is a spy hysteria. -I understand, but I had to inform you.

All right. I’ll talk to the garrison chief.

I’m not a prisoner here.

-Of course. -I'm a scientist!

Definitely.

Keep it safe. Tarasovich!

Excuse me.

-Get him to the cell. -But…

To the cell. Did you hear me?

Yakov Platonovich, we have orders about this one.

Send him straight to the province capital.

-I’m the one giving orders here. -Yes, sir.

Don’t let anyone in his cell, no matter what they say.

That’s enough, Yakov Platonovich. I’ve run out of patience.

Everything that happened is your fault, and only your fault.

I acknowledge my guilt and am prepared to answer for it.

You’ll have to, Yakov Platonovich. There is no other option.

It wasn’t Kulagin who shot Vera.

Give me 24 hours, and I’ll find the culprit.

I’m telling you, find Kulagin!

We already have. He’s in our custody.

-Here. -What’s this?

My statement.

Very good.

It explains how Yakov Platonovich taught me everything

I know and can use to do my job better.

Your High Nobleness, permission to talk to Yakov Platonovich.

Granted.

Dr. Milts sends the bullet extracted from Mrs. Kulagina’s body.

I also extracted the bullet stuck in the cab.

Having compared the two,

I established that they had been shot from the same revolver.

Thus, it wasn’t Andrey Kulagin who shot them.

He was with me in the cab.

The revolver doesn’t belong to him.

Bring this criminal to me.

I’ll interrogate him myself.

Our dear Brown is the fool – again!

In your company, Miss Nina, I’m prepared to be an idiot.

I never played The Fool before I came to Russia.

I think it’s a Russian invention. A fool in Russia is something bigger than a fool.

Exactly. Even in our folk tales a fool is always the hero.

He always proves smarter than the clever ones in the end.

A fool smarter than clever people? How peculiar.

Everything is “shivorot-navyvorot.”

-Chivorot... -Upside down.

Excuse me. I’ll get it.

Dear Brown, I’m so glad to be in your house.

I feel so safe when I’m with you.

You can’t imagine how happy I am to be next to you.

I want you to be here always.

Excuse me, Mr. Brown, it’s a courier. Can I steal you for a minute?

-Excuse me. -Of course.

They found the yesterday’s missing soldier.

He wandered into the mist zone. He doesn’t remember anything.

He doesn’t remember what happened to him?

He doesn’t remember anything, including his name.

I need to examine him.

Let them bring him to my laboratory tomorrow.

I’ll tell the courier.

Bad news?

No. Not at all. It’s about my research.

Tell me how you escaped, Kulagin. Whom did you bribe?

Where did you get the money?

It’s Mr. Kulagin for you.

Look at this courteous bastard! Stand up! Up, I said!

-Shut up! Answer me! -So, should I shut up or talk?

Shut up! You jail rat! Answer when I ask you questions.

How did you escape?

Who helped you?

Save your breath, Mr. Police Chief.

You can hardly scare me after what I’ve been through.

I want to make a statement.

Prosecutor Persianov is responsible for the death of my brother, Mayor Kulagin.

Not long before his death

my brother showed me the papers that he was later killed for.

-How dare you? -What papers?

Evidence of the prosecutor’s and his friends’ involvement

into a land plots scum and bill forgery.

Shut up! I order you to stop talking.

Nikolay Vasilyevich. Allow me to take over.

All right. Just don’t overdo it.

Tomorrow will send him back to Siberia.

Sit down.

Where are those papers?

I was looking for that folder on the night when

I found my brother’s body.

But it had disappeared.

You mentioned prosecutor’s friends. Whom do you mean?

The detective, Izvarin.

My brother... also mentioned... some clerk.

-Which department? -I don’t know. He just said “clerk.”

It might be a nickname.

Well?

-Have you read about the news? -Good or bad?

They caught him. Your tormentor, Kulagin. Shtolman did.

It’s over. Finita la comedia. Now everybody will be relieved.

Caught him? When? He gave a promise!

What? What kind of promise?

Shtolman promised to look into his case.

A case? His only case is torturing innocent people in the court.

He didn’t torture anyone.

Anna and I are convinced that he’s innocent, Viktor.

-You dragged Anna into this, too? -We discussed it. Aren’t we allowed to?

Moreover, we believe that you, as a noble man, should also support him.

I see. Can I ask what kind of support I’m supposed to offer?

This is simple. You’re a lawyer!

You know what?

I don’t have a slightest inclination to defend this...

God forgive me.

Why are you so sure that he’s a killer? How can you be so certain?

Do you believe we should reconsider all cases

in which defendants pleaded innocent?

I’m certain that he was wrongly sentenced.

How? How can you be so certain?

Hello.

Is everything all right?

I was at Mr. Brown today. I barely tolerate him. He’s so tiresome!

Were you two studying chemistry?

Chemistry, yes.

-Your bosses are stirring up trouble. -I don’t care.

I know.

To real men. To you.

I'm proud of you.

Yakov Platonovich! Remember how he was at the court?

If not for Shtolman,

this bastard would never have released the hostages.

He went with him at gunpoint!

You’re telling me this as if I weren’t there.

Shtolman saves the day!

Are people singing songs about him already?

We need heroes in our line of duty.

By the way, I was going to talk to you about Shtolman.

I’m listening.

Your hero... has become too arrogant.

He doesn’t listen to his seniors.

Yes, he is a bit headstrong.

But his detective’s talent redeems his faults.

I don’t know about his talent.

This missing English miss... Where is she?

He never found her. I think he’s sabotaging the case.

Really? Why do you think so?

Because there are no results.

I believe he doesn’t work on this case at all.

I always remind him of the importance of this case and my personal interest to it.

So, where are the results or at least some theories?

I don’t have the latest information. I’ll ask him to give me a report for you.

I’d be very grateful.

How is Alice’s case going?

It isn’t. I think she’s dead.

Do you have reasons to believe it?

If a person is missing for more than a week, good news are hardly to be expected.

Poor Alice. What a miserable fate. No traces?

I could share information if you told me why the prince needs Alice.

He’s just a nice man.

A year ago I would have believed you. But now...

I think it was the prince who got rid of her. Or was it you?

You’re a monster. How could you sleep with a woman

whom you suspect of murdering a silly innocent girl?

To you, my monster.

Prince Razumovsky visited me in this regard.

Oh, really?

He is very concerned about the fate of his ward.

I hope Mr. Shtolman isn’t interested in stalling the investigation?

Excuse me, why would he be?

I don’t know. It’s for you to find out.

Something is wrong here.

-Of course. I will... -But first deal with that convict.

Yes, sir. I’ll look into it and give you a report.

-Yevgrashin. -Yes, Your High Nobleness.

-How long have you been with the police? -Four years, sir.

Do you remember anyone with the nickname Clerk?

Of course I remember. He was involved in the bills forgery case.

Detective Izvarin was in charge of it. Kondratyev was his name.

His sister later married Matvey Nikitich Kulagin.

The mayor?

Yes. He hadn’t been the mayor then. They are merchants, trading various goods.

So, Kulagin’s widow Vera is a sister of this Clerk.

Well, it happens.

I believe the court declared him not guilty.

Where is he now?

I don’t know, Your High Nobleness. Maybe Mr. Izvarin does.

You were of great help to me, Yevgrashin.

At your service.

Izvarin claims he had sent a courier to Dr. Milts,

but he failed to find him.

Dr. Milts, however, says he had spent all that night at the hospital,

and the courier never came.

You were right. This case is weird.

Izvarin was evasive when answering my questions

and was very hostile.

Moreover, Izvarin had been to the Kulagin’s house

half an hour before arriving to the scene with constables.

He spent their around three minutes.

How did you find out?

An unfortunate lover spent that night on the roof,

escaping from a jealous husband.

-He saw Izvarin. -This is unexpected.

Better tell me if you know someone going by the bickname Clerk.

No.

Yevgrashin remembered his real name, Kondratyev. Forger of bills and documents.

No, I never met him.

All right. Get everything pertaining to this case from the archive.

Of course. What am I looking for?

Everything. The court decision, the names of the judge and prosecutor.

I already know the latter. Persianov has been our prosecutor for five years.

Alice?

I don’t see anything suspicious about Dr. Milts’s behavior.

The hospital, the morgue, the precinct – everything as usual.

We’ve drawn blank.

Absolutely. I talked to the nurse again yesterday.

She insists on her statement.

She doesn’t know anything. However, she remembered one detail.

After Shtolman had finished the search, Anna Mironova entered Alice’s room

and spent some time there.

Why did the nurse hide it?

I don’t think she did. The stupid cow didn’t think it was important.

Search the room again.

It had been searched several times.

Do it again, and do it thoroughly. Pry open the floorboards,

rip off the window sills, cut open the walls.

Jean, she couldn’t just disappear.

-Do it! -Yes, Your Excellence.

This is the court case from two years back.

Thanks a lot. Yes, it’s what I wanted. Thank you.

Wait, where are you going? To take documents out of the archive,

you need to have an order signed by the prosecutor.

Prosecutor? How about His Majesty the Emperor?

Don’t mock me, young man.

Yes. Excuse me.

Does it mean... the Clerk is staying with her?

He lives in her house!

Young man, give me the file back!

Your High Nobleness, a letter for you. They brought it from the court.

“Dear Yakov Platonovich, we need to discuss the situation around the Kulagin case.

There are talks about reopening the case in connection with the new information.

I expect you at my chamber tonight at five. Prosecutor Persianov.”

-Did you want to tell me something? -Me?

No. Excuse me.

Let me introduce myself.

Excuse me, I don’t make acquaintances at a cafe.

-You addressed me first. -I’m sorry, I was mistaken.

I can see you are hesitating. Let me buy you something.

Please leave. You’re distracting me.

What do you care about him, about them all?

We are together again.

He killed me. Don’t argue with me.

What papers? My brother and your lover killed me.

He’s innocent. I need to...

You don’t need to do anything. All your needs are gone.

He didn’t kill you.

Who cares who killed me? I’m even grateful to them.

What matters is that we are together again.

Nothing else does.

-The policeman will be killed soon. -It doesn’t matter.

-He could clear Andrey’s name. -It doesn’t matter.

If he doesn’t, Andrey will rot in jail.

Let me see you home.

-Where? When will he be killed? -What did you say?

-Tell me! -Come again?

Leave me alone!

Crazy lady.

Anna Viktorovna. Anna Viktorovna.

-Are you hurt? -No. You?

No.

Who was that?

The detective in Kulagin’s case.

Timofey Kondratyev, if I’m not mistaken?

What can I do for you?

You are under arrest. To the precinct.

What did I do?

They’ll tell you at the precinct. Follow us and don’t try anything stupid.

-I’m not going back to jail. -Oh my God.

This bullet was extracted from my carriage.

This one – from Mrs. Kulagina’s body. And this one was shot from the revolver

you had when I arrested you. In all three cases, you were the shooter.

The only thing that can alleviate your guilt is cooperation.

Ask away.

Did you help the prosecutor in his schemes?

The Clerk is being interrogated in the next room.

Fake bills were found in his bag. He is cornered,

so he is already testifying against you and the prosecutor.

So, start talking. There is no sense to keep silence.

Yes. The mayor realized that the prosecutor takes bribes

for solving some property disputes. He also found out about me and the Clerk.

The Clerk persuaded his cousin, Vera Kulagina, to give us those papers.

With your hands untied, you killed Kulagin.

You came to him that night and stubbed him.

Then, 30 minutes later, you came back with the police.

You knew his brother had a blade in his cane and smeared it with blood.

This is nonsense! I didn’t kill Kulagin. You have no proof!

You’re mistaken. An unlucky lover was sitting on the roof that night,

and he saw everything. He saw you coming into the house and then back

half an hour before you came with the constables.

What a shame! What a shame! Disgrace!

The whole province will know.

The whole empire! Arrest the prosecutor immediately.

Search his house. Get him to the cell.

Orderly! Take him away.

Yakov Platonovich, my dear, we have cracked this case!

What a case!

Oh God... The town prosecutor!

A respected citizen! All these years...

Truth always comes out.

Forging state bonds, bills!

So many noble people went bankrupt.

You’re telling me this as if I didn’t know.

Excuse me, Yakov Platonovich, I was carried away.

Here’s what I don’t understand.

It was right in front of us! How could we not notice?

Are you asking me?

-I see you are holding a grudge. -No, of course not. I’m at work.

Yes. Don’t be upset with me. You see, I...

I’m glad we understand each other.

The defense’s closing argument was pure poetry.

Heart-wrenching! So inspiring!

Sincere, subtle, and simple.

I saw women crying. I’m serious! Yes, yes.

They were hanging on his every word. Some even forgot to breath.

Come on. You’re exaggerating.

I’m sure the case of Mayor Kulagin will make it into history.

It will be in all textbooks on law!

Yes, it was the most interesting case in the last ten years.

Ten? Come on! This was the best case of the...

Century!

Let’s raise our glassed to the world’s best lawyer!

And this lawyer is my own brother Viktor.

The defendant is free.

But he has lost his brother and the woman he loved.

Anna Viktorovna.

-Hello. -Hello.

-I’ve been thinking of you all day. -Have you?

You saved me. I don’t know how to thank you.

No, I wanted to thank you. You are always so patient and attentive.

-You always listen to me. -I...

I was going to say, Yakov Platonovich... I know your job is your first priority.

I’m happy that you at least share it with me.

I keep thinking about Vera.

She just wanted to save him. And then... Her husband was dead,

and her lover went to jail.

Loving her didn’t bring happiness to any of the Kulagin brothers.

Do you think she’s what they call femme fatale?

I’m thinking about you.

You are my guarding angel.

Always there for me.

THE CONVICT AND THE PROSECUTOR